Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-09-14
YES, DARLING.

"Ithink your very unreasonable said
Helen Morton tcarfully
"And think you're vory selfish, T" Aaid
Dick Morton angriiy.
"wcll, I am going to thai masquerade
party, and you may just as well make up
your mind to IL right now" ~
II may just as well make up my mind,
then. that You are going to do just exactly
as you please regardless of my wishes or
my Judgment" said Dick.
when your judgment Is rs much at
fault as 1t appoars to be In this instance.
you may mako up your mind that shall
exercise my own Judgment.
"Your whatY" inquired Dick sarcastic
ally, and Helen was so angry mt this last
shot that she flounccd herself out OF the
room. ~
They had been married just six months.
Helen was 10 and Dick was 23. They
had always agreed perfectly about their
mutual affairs till the question Of the mask
ball camc up.
Dick did not like the young fellow who
had sent them tho invitation. Paul FL
lott had been little too attentive TO Hell
en- of late to suit Dick, who was q triflo
jealous, as most husbands Of young, pref
ty women 2re.
Helen was fond of attention. But she
was perfectly devoted to her husband, al
though she did love to tease him at times
So she pretended to firt with Paul FL
lott, to Dicks Intense annoyance and
chagrin.
He lighted cigar and started of down
town without seeing Helen. 1t was the
first time he had ever left the house with
out kissing her goodby, and she watched
him from an upper window with lump
in her throat and an angry puckcr between
her pretty brows.
"All right Mr.. Dick, " she said defantly,
brushing q tear away Mt the same time.
"You oan be spunky and so oan !. I'll
go to that mack ball II have to get di-
vorce to do It,"
And the silly girl Immediately began
her arrangements for her costume and
mask. She telephoned to her friends, the
Browns, who, she knew, were going, and
asked them to take her with them.
Helen decided to wear an old fashioned
gown made In tho style of the frocks Of
colonial days. 1t was of rich yellow
brocade, and, as the modiste said to her,
would suit her brunette beauty wonderful
ly well. Then she bought yellow ostrich
feather fan and amber satin slippers and
silk stockings OF the same hue. Long,
yellow suede gloves completed her pur-
chAses, and she went home to luncheon
tired and unhappy, but with renewed de-
termination.
The next night at O'Clock Helen stood |
In her room, gazing In the long cbeval |
mirror at herself. Her powdered hair was |
ly TO where Dick always stood when they |
were dressing to go out to seek his admi- |
ration. But Dick was not there and with |
q sinothered sob she gathered up her fan,
gloves, bouquet and opera cloak and went |
slowly down stairs
= 1t was abrilliant carty, but Helen en-
joyed itnot at all. She could not forget |
Dick, try as she would, and she felt all |
the time as If she must go of somewhere |
and have "good cry"
Once two tears did run down behind her |
little black mask, but she quickly wiped |
them away and danced and laughed and |
chatted on. Presently she saw o tall man |
coming toward her. |
II wonder If that Is Poul Elliott" she |
said to herself. He was masked, of course |
bat wore simply a domino over his even |
ing suit.
MAY have the pleasure of this dancer
he asked.
Helen's heart stood still a moment and |
then went galloping away with her. 1t |
was Dicks voice.
Certainly" she said in queer tone
They waltzed away together, she think |
ing: Surely he will know my STEP, No |
one else ever danced so we'll with him; he |
always tells me So"
But the tall man said nothing except |
some commonplaoes about the music and |
the costumes. |
When they stopped, he drew her into tho |
conservatory, and, having found a quiet |
nook behind some big palms, he sank |
down beside her and began the most fin |
ished filtration the heart Of coquette |
could desire.
Helen was dumfounded. Could this
be her Dick-her loyal, devoted husbandS |
A spasm Of jealousy contracted her heart. |
This, then, was the way he acted in her
absence.
She replied wittily to his pretty speeches |
and held up her end Of the little pastiIne
very well. But just as soon as she could |
she said, IN response to o tender remark of |
his:
"But my dear sir, you know you don't |
mean that. It's very pretty and 1t amuses |
me, but don't believe 1t. Why are you
30 shallow In your sentimentsf II you had |
ever really cared for any one, you could
not play at love In this fashion"