The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-09

crctly polished il up with a small bit OF
I chamois leather kept in her jewel case for
I the purpose. And as she regarded her
weddins-rins even so she regarded her
husband. The Well-dressed gentleman
with the perfectly irreproachable manner.
Z even features, and well grOomed mus
[ tache, was Harold Brentwood Alling-
ham Of Dunscombe Hall. Norfolk. and she
was Mrs. Harold Brentwood Allngham
/ Of DunscOmbe Hall, Norfolk.
It all seemed very interesting and new
and important. She was never tired of
going over and over the events which
had, in their sequence, led her up 10 this
/ lofty position of matrimonial dignity. She
I left school TO be brought out" and pre-
sented'-Oh. that presentatoni Would
she ever forget the misery OF it2 The
bother OF her long traln-tne nasty, spite
ful behaviour Of the ladies who pushed
| her, pinched her and generally "scrim-
mayed lar entrance into the ThOrng-
ROOM the bitter cold Of the weather, and
the horrible draughts that blew all over
her uncovered neck and arms: the disap-
pointment of there being no sovereign 70
receive her when she made her pretty
| curtsy praticed for three weeks under
the tuition Of one Of the best mistresses
of department in London but only one
of the Processes: the extreme hunger
and thirst from which she suffered dur
ing the long wait; then. her utter pros
| tration and sinking into a dead faint
when she got home, and having beef-tea
put down her throat in hot spoOnfuls by
her anxious mother; all this was per-
fecty fresh in her mind
Then came the memory OF several balls
and dances, at many OF which she had met
the good-lOOking and rich Mr.. Harold
Brentwood Allingham, and had danced
with him-he was "a splendid dancer-then
Henley. where the same Harold Brentwood
Allhgham had invited her to his house
boat, and given her flowers and bon-bOns;
then, visit to beautiful country house
in Devonshire, where she had found him
installed as one Of the hOuse-party: then.
that afternoon when he had discovered her
alone in the rose-garden, reading poetry.
and taking the book out Of her hands, and
! begun TO make love to her. Such funny
love Not at all Ike the love the poets
write about-nOthing in the least like it.
| There was no nonsense about breaking
hearts" in Mr.. Harold Brentwood Aling-
ham. He was very self-cOmplacent man
he thought marriage a sensible and re-
spectacle institution. and was prepared
to enter upon it in a sensible and respecta-
bic manner.
So, without verbiage, or what is called
high flown" sentiment. he had put his
case kindly and practically. He had said
Rose. would you like to marry me?" And
she had surveyed MIN in such astonish-
ment that he was quite amused.
Il have spoken to your parents" he had
then continued. taking her hand, and pat
ting it encouragingly; land they approve
very highly. You are a charming, I'M
spoilt GIRL and though l am some years
older than you, that is just as it should
be. / am sure we shall be very happy to-
gether You know l can give you any
thing you want My wife'-and here his
his back had stiffened slightly-"would
naturally occupy an enviable position i'm
society" And Rose had trembeld all over
with nervousness.
81 knowl" she had faltered. But I am
not sure that l. love you, Mr.. Alling-
ham"
He had laughed at this. "Oh. but am
sure" he had replied Il known you better
than you do yourself. There is no one
else you care for. is there?'
"Oh, no." she answered earnestly. which
indeed was true. She had often reflected
on the fact-rather desoately No one had
shown her any special kindness or attcn-
ton since she 'came out" except this Mr..
Allingham.
Then let us consider 1t settled" he had
said, and had kissed her, and led her out
Of the rose garden; and later on in the day
had given her a wonderful engagement
ring of the most superb diamonds And so
things had drifted on, and the preparation
of her trousseau had been great excite
ment, and her marriage day another OK
fast welded, and on her honeymoon in
Switzerland, with the irreproachable gem
tleman, whose black moustache would
henceforth have to command her wifely
admiration, year after year, till it turned
grey Somehow, she had not realised the
weight and seriousness of marriage till 1t
was consummated; she had read many love
stories, many love poems, in which all the
heroes and heroines raved and swore in eX-
quisitely choice language, and ended by
| killing themselves or somebody else with
| the dagger, pistol or poison bowl, but the
even prosaicness of married life had not
been set before her in similarly graphic
style
Now and then she was a little afraid of
! hersef-afraid that she was not as happy
as she ought to be. She could not analyse
her own feelings very weh but occasionally
| she caught herself signing and murmuring
uneasiy: Il wonder if l really love him"
! The doubt made her uncomfortable, for
| she had a tender heart and sensitive con-
| science The relations between herself and
her husband had, up till now, been more
| formal than passionate; for among his
| other idiosncraises, MIR. Allingham had a
| nervous horror of ridicule, and in conse-
| quence of this, had endured positive tor
| ments during their journey up the Rhine
| into Switzerland. He suspected every one
he met of the crime of knowing he was on
| his honeymoon tour" and the unpleasant
! scowl he assumed for would-be friendly
strangers, frequently remained on his
| brows for the benefit of his young wife.
who was thereby rendered constrained and
| depressed.
Arrived at the Pension Gutsch," he
adopted an equally severe and distrustful
demeanor toward the good natured land
| lord, who made a dreadful mistake one
morning by becoming too friendly, ard ven-
tured to suggest a drive, which he humbly
| considered would be a charming eXcur-
sion for "une jeune mariee." Mr.. Alling-
ham gave him a look that ought to have
/ transfxed him, if looks had any such pow
er, and told him curtly that he did not
care about excursions and that Ma
dame would please herself as to a choice
of walks or drives. After this, the humili-
ated landlord took care TO avoid giving
| further offense by any undue exhibition
of personal interest in his best paying
| guests, and the days rolled slowly on in
| long sunshiny stretch Of perfect calm
| without any change to vary or break then
peaceful monotony Days of delicious
weather they were-pure and balmy as
spring, though it was full summer-hap-
Ply days they might have proved to Rose
I AllinGham If they had not also been days
of ever deepening perpleXity. She was a
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