New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-01-24
MRS. KEATS BRADFORD.
SOMEWHAT CANINE.
convyioht. 1892; By The Tribune Association.

hack 1t would be strictly within the limits of
truth. although the term sounds melodramatIc, TO
say that she glared.
What on earth have you two been talking
sbout ,. she asked sharply. You look-well YOU
both looked like theatre. better theatre
than we went to the other night. though" Her
voice softened a good deal as she added Il
hope you amt sick, Roweny."
No. no. IL had lost Marmaduke," was
the answer.
The girl looked at the dog. who was reposing
m n fold of his mistress skirt. lie did not
have the appearance now of person who had
ever been lost
"Oh,n responded Sarah Kimball scepticaly, aud
what had Mr.. SOue lost?
He brought back the terrier" said Rowcna.
She had a sense that she was striving to speak
accurately, and that her tongue refused to obey
her.
oh" said Sarah Kmball again.
She felt that things were awful queer" She
liked 10 understand things She had small
parcel in her hand This parcel was samples of
cbeviots" and Bedford cords" She had come
in eager to talk the goods over with her sister.
But she had a feeling that now, to report her
thoughts precisely, Rowenys Judgment on Bed
ford cords wouldn't he worth a cent
She wondered how her sister could look so
white and still, and at the same time so furious
as she did now. Perhaps she was going TO have
"a stroke But the girl did not know the
symptoms of stroke, only that she believed 1t
was extremely aged people, forty years ola or
more, who afflicted.
Rowena still sat far back in her chair. Her
hands were folded tightly
Il wish you would throw those lilies away,
she said suddenly without turning her head
Sarah Kimball began to be frightened.
What's the matter with the lilies ?' she asked.
They are sitting. Throw them into the
CRATE"
But I shan't then. They amt yours. They
are mine. They came to Miss futile. l guess
that's me. / hope YOU amt mad cause get
flowers sometimes. But if they make you feel
bad -"
Sarah Kimball took the great vase of flowers
and went into her own room with them.
She nut them down and then stood patting her
hair before the glass according TO her manner She
was wishing her mother was thcre-when Row
enas eyes had that look in them, She felt she
was quite helpless. She had never seen them that
way before But if the dog had been lost-ROwena
was silly enough about the dog.
Altogether things were stranger here than she
had expected
She returned to the other room. Rowena had
risen and was walking about. Marmaduke was
following her slowly, turning when she did, but
yawning and evidently very sleepy.
"Do You feel sick ?" anXousy inquired Sarah
Kimball Il guess it's your liver If only had
some thoroughwort, I'd steep it for you. is there
any place in Boston where / can get some thorough
wort?"
Rowena paused in her walk She'tOok her sis
ter's short-fngered effective hands in her own.
you poor little thing" she exclaimed tenderly,,
81 don't need any herbs. Ny head aches. but that
is nothing. I'm as healthy you are. You
know the Turtles tough with laugh.
you know greatly worried when thought
had lost my dog. There goes the clock. It's
time for us to go to dinner. When we come Dack'
let us look at the samples
Rowena sat patiently and pretended to eat
while her sister made bountiful repast She
was thinking over and over again what she had
once heard Mrs. Sears say
When a man talks thus to married woman,
il is always the woman's fault
She had fully believed what Mrs. Sears had
asserted
There is kind Of nature which cannot assimi-
late evil of certain sorts. Rowena could not have
spont those years in Paris without gaining O
knowledge of what some lives mean. There IS,
however a pellucidness Of character, or | might
say temperament possible to a New-England born
and bred girl which does not make her cold but
which docs make her pure She is ardent and
transparent. Her nature has an opulence which
we have been taught to think belongs only TO
very different organizations. Its temptations 90
not lie so much in the region Of simple flesh.
The fire of such souls is very clear burning, but
it is very intense.
Rowena thought il rather strange that, when
she and her sister were back in their own rooms,
her entire mind should be occupied in an attempt
TO forget that remark made by Mrs. Sears. She
resented the fact that she could not forget those
words.
She was giving an apparently animated but
really mechanical attention TO the discussion OF
samples, when she was informed by servant that
a person was outside who was bound to come in.
That it was man whom Mrs. Keats Bradford
would cry her eyes out if she didn't sec.
He said cry her eyes ont y said the servant
with an Unsurpassed ggsle. And he's got
something in a basket.
~Oh, do let him come jn' cried Sarah Kim
ball.
This exclamation was evidently heard by the
person outside for man in a short leather jacket
and very light. much-soiled trousers Immediately
entered lie took off cloth cap and crushed
it into his jacket pocket. lie swung basket
from his left arm down into his hand.
Marmadukc walked forward and in the most
interested manner shifted at the wicker work.
I've brought back yer pup, Missis, said the
man. 81 didn't lose time. / know how
laEies 20 on when they lose their dorgs. lts
wuss'n a child"
Sarah Kimball began to laugh.
,Twa'n't SO much the reward was thinliin
Of rs your fcelns Misss." said the man who
while he spoke was christening 1ope which
held down the cover of the basket " ] seen the
ad. while was catin' my supper out in Charlest'n
I always look at the ads. I'll 90 right over,
said TO myself, for the lady'll be carryin' on
awful"
cannot describe adequately the afability and
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