Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-01-12

 gently against his cheek. Her dark face flushed with delight at the caressing touch. She was full of that tropical passion that must always be seeking ex- precision, while hc, having comfortably subsided into the placid content of the married man, was more prone to hold | up the cheek than to press the kiss. He had an impression that they indulged in a great deal of philandering for a couple to whom had been given time to Outlive their honeymoon, but only the jealous heart of the wife noted on which side fell the balance of caressing.
 And you will go, Don, querido?" she murmured insistently, her fingers tight ening tenderly around his.
 ''Out of the question" he carelessly re- turned, releasing his hand as he peered through the vines to see who opened the gate.
 1.-The Rogerses," muttered Anita inn patiently. These were people whom she never cared to welcome.
 ''The Rogerses," echoed Donald, in a very different tone, not at all sympa- thizing with his wife's prejudice in this particular.
 'Love among the rosps-how delight fulv' cried Mrs. Rogers, ;t' she tripped up the walk, followed by her husband, her soft, small voice affecting l. $. Barters nerves as sulphuric acid doe; chalk Good evening, both of you. Don't move, Mr. Bartels, you look 50 com fortable. Why should you disturb your self for couple of old cronies like Joe and me? If 1 were smoking, with my heels up, and you came, l would not budge, can tell you," with pretty rippling sound in her throat that was more like bird song than like laughter.
 'I think must come and see" laughed her host, with the easy familiarity all men assumed toward her, as he offered chair.
 Well, won't promise, positively as to the heels," with a little oblique glance into his eyes from the shade of her broad brimmed hat, as she nestled back ill the chair, rocking with childish abandon: 'but if you will come soon, with your pockets full of cigarettes, we'll see about | it."
 She was dainty little creature, scarce five feet high, her girlishness cOnsidera- 1 bly, increased in appearance by pretty schoolgirl sort of gown, considerably shorter than the fashionable length of the time. She seemed like a spoiled child, a creature meant only for betting, with her innocent, yellowish brown eyes, and the carelessly smiling mouth show ing her small white teeth. It seemed as if she could never be held half account able for whatever audacious word she might utter.
 You may expect me-" laughed Don- aid, with furtive glance at his wife. That Anita heard and disapproved was plain to him in certain tightening about the lines of her mouth. If only she could acquire the comfortable, laissez faire spirit t,Ist he enjoyed!
 Do you s-noil", Mrs. Bartels?" asked Mrs. Rogers. matter of tactly, turning to her. The glance of Anita's black eyes might have been as bad as q cuff on the ear to more sensitive person, but Mrs. Rogers cared not whit for what she termed that lady's airs. Donald, after the first shock of incredulOus amazement, burst out laughing, ex- quisitely tickled with the incongruity of the idea. Dr. Rogers leaned toward his wife with an expostulatory Why, Dot!' and Anita smiled faintly as if courteous ly disposed to treat the question as a
 joke, but finding it hard to do so.
 "What a remarkably singular idea you must have of me?' she said slowly. ''Oh, not at all. I had an idea that all Mexican ladies smoked"
 But my father was an Americana
 you know, and naturally l inherited a few American prcjudices And then was transpIautel when 1 was so very
 young, yo., es.n hardly count me Mex ican."
 'One >o>.. .n4v"r think you anything
 else, with Nour complexion and those naivete of chill.
 Nil :;ruci&s, si>;n.ra," with smiling , irony.
 ITO par.pAr,.s, someho ly else," inter polated the doctor, iu amiable effort tC change the subject, ii. 1 were to bt talked to death, would certainly choose Spanish for the tongue It is the music of language"
 But, of course, if you had remained in Mexico you would have smoked, , persisted the small lady, who would harI
 on whatever string pleased her. "Wher
 one is at Rome one does as Romans do
 After all, MT. Bartels, propriety is all ; mere question of latitude and longitude
 is it not? Whatever may be ones pc wickedness, if he travels far enougl 5 around the world he is pretty sure t | find place where it will count as virtue"
 , "Aren't you a wee bit heterodox?" "Isuppose you think one need only sta. , at home and employ a lawyer to white | wash his sins anyWhere?" Donald laughed, a good deal amused with this hit at his profession. And d you propose to offer me retainer" h
 gayly demanded.
 "That would be a case of the blin leading the blind, wouldn't it? I think
 would do better to go looking for tha
 appreciative community where my pal ticular peccadillos would place me on