The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-11-13
CHAPTER vi.
IN THE ARBOR.


here and there with clusters of scarlet
verbenas. When she was dressed and
stood intently regarding herself in the
mirror. she sighed heavily.
"Why do you sigh, Portia?" asked as
I pinned tie last knot of flowers in the
folds of her gown.
"Those red blossoms" she answered
dreamily. II have curious fancy about
them, Prudence. Do you know that
they look like drops Of bloodf" Then
catching my reproving expression she
laughed gayly, caught up her scarlet fan
and hastened to join her husband in the
drawing room.
watched Colonel Marchmont curl
ously to see what effect his wife's beauty
had upon him, but he regarded her as
coldly as ever. / began to be furious
with this calm, self contained man, who
showed so plainly his inter indifference
to the beautiful woman he possessed.
He had taken her white cloak from
her and thrown it over his arm as he
stood waiting while she buttoned her
gloves. Suddenly he spoke:
sDid write you that met Maurice
In Atlanudl lie dSkcu.
/ was standing near Portia, indeed
had Just stretched out my hands to as
eist her with the troublesome kiove. !
saw her shiver as if cold wind had
struck across her white shoulders.
"Yes," she said in low voice.
sand that he is coming here next
week to stay few days with usy Colo
mel Marchmont continued.
"Yes," she breathed rather than spoke.
Her husband looked intently at her
through narrowing eyelids.
"Well, must say that you do not
show much interest In the cousin who
was like q brother to you and whom
you have not seen since you were boy
hnd girl together. Now, Maurice could
not end his catechism about you. How
you lcok, drsss, talk and act were ques-
tions he Was continually asking. told
him his legal training had evidently be-
come second nature, for he kept me on
che witness stand constantly. You must
know, Miss Mason, that Maurice Ray
mond is my wife's only living relative.
he was born and brought up on her ia
theirs plantation, and the two were like
brother and sister,"
"Oh, yesI' said, 81 used often, Portia,
% hear you speak Of your brother
Maurice"
Portis turned white, hunted face to-
ward me. Her lips moved as If she
were about to speak, but no sound issued
from them.
"Let me see," said her husband as he
carelessly threw her cloak over her
shoulders, 'it must be IS years since
you saw him. How much you will have
to talk overw
The greenish light Of excitement had
died from Portals face, and as she took
her husbands arm she looked so wan,
haggard and old ! was temped to beg
her to stop at home. Really she ap-
peared too i'll to go.
But the carriage was at the steps.
Colonel Marchmont handed her in, fol-
lowed, shut the door, and they were
driven RAPIDLY away.
For long time I sat upon the piazza
thinking over the little scene had wit
Aessed. From the terror and dismay
which had so suddenly crept in Portals
face when her cousins name was men,
toned did not doubt that the news OF
his coming had been the unwelcome an
nouncement in her husbands letter
which had occasioned 80 much alarm.
And why? What possible danger could
this relative bring her? On the contrary,
why did she not welcome his advent as
relief to the monotony of her life? 1t
was not possible she was in love with
this cousin? No, no. If ever q woman
loved her husband, it was Portia March
mont.
My musings were interrupted by lit
tie Daphne, who had been allowed to
sit up and watch her mothers toilet for
the ball. She ran toward me, scream
ing in pretended fright, from her nurse
Sophie, who wished to put her to bed,
took her in my arms and kissed her.
"Good night, darling"
"Don't want to go to bed" she an
nounced in shrill, childish treble;
wants to sit up with you."
Laws now, Miss Daphne, come on"
urged Sophie.
mo, no." cried the child; "no. won't
go to bed till Auntie Prudence takes me
for walk"
"a walk now at 0 o'clockw / said.
"This is no time to take a walk"
EYES," cried Daphne, dancing and
clapping her hands, Eyes, you and So
phie and me--down to the arbor and
back. Then I'll be good and go to bed"
could not resist the child's pleading
and told Sophie we would go for short
turn in the garden.
"Only as far as the arbor and back" l
admitted.
"yes, yes" laughed the delighted
child.
We threw on our light wraps and set
out. The moon was full and sent down
a flood of light, turning every leaf and
twig and branch into shimmering silver.
The fountains were splashing softly, and
the birds family twittered in their nests.
1t was scene of enchantment--a verita-
bla ,nidsurntner piOht's dream