Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1895-03-21

NC after ate you, vo and and
see that everything was comfortable
for you."
"Your husband has been perfect
angel, Beatrice! don't know what
] should have done without him.;
these people in Brittany are de-
lightfuliy picture ,que ana all that,
but somehow my French does not
Seem to penetrate beneath their capsi
can hardly make them understand q
thing want"
Mrs. Mcrydth Ian rhcd.
81 don't think George has ever been
credited with celestial qualities be-
fore; but now tell me, how do you like
this placer"
"Charmirgi Exqui.itc, and so ro-
mantic!''
What enthusiasm! hardly ey-
pcctad such raptures, though to be sure
thew are wcll-dcscrved," and Mrs
Merydith glanced appreciatively round
the long, low, oals-plncloi room, with
its old-fashfoncd 6adut its quaint pic
lures. and tcavily-carved chairs.
THE whole adventure is SO delight
full Fancy Aunt Felicia leaving me
sweet, little old-fashioncl house in
brittany all to myself, on condition
that ! lived in it for three months
every year. There is something SO
charmingly unreasonable about it all!
Anyhow, here am, ready to fulfill
everything to the letter. Whats love-
ly coincidence that you and your hus-
band should be settled here tool"
1--WE have spent several springs at
Marvaux. George likes the scenery,
and he finds he can work better here
than anywhere"
"Yes-it must be very nice to be
married to some one clever and
learned and all that; only If my hus-
band wrote novels and plays, should
always be afraid he'd put me in one of
theml There's no fear Of that with
poor Leslie. however,"
"Mr. Trcvers will join you here, of
course," asked Mrs. Merydith.
Leslie? Certainly notl My dear
Beatrice. everybody can't go in for
the ultramatrimonia like you and
Gcorgel My husband and / are the
best of friends; and we think the less
wear and tear we give our conjugal
bliss the longer it is likely to last SO
while am fulfilling the conditions of
my aunts will and cultivating my
complexion ut Marvaux. my lord and
master Ii devoting himself to rouge ct
NOR at Monte Carlo"
Mrs Merydith knew her friend too
well to be astonished ut this sortie,
from her earliest youth Stephanie had,
In virtue of pair of innocent blue
eyes AMI quantity of rebellious
bright hair, been allowed certain
irresponsibility of speech and man
ner. Few people-hcrself included
had ever dreamt of taking little Mrs.
Travers seriously. Perhaps mothers
with marriageable daughters, and
elderly wives with volatile husbands,
wore the only ones who regarded her
otherwise than indulgently.
You'll have some tea, Bcatrice?"
asked s'tephanie, as she moved to-
wards the old-fashioned bell-rope
Tea? You don't mean to say you
have made them get you tea hcre?"
Certainly, my dear; | imported the
teapot and the tea, and your good hus-
band made them realize the hot water
and the tray"
You're marvelr' laughed Mrs
Mcrydith. as she pulled off her gloves
and drew one of the heavy oalsen
chairs up to the small table which
stood by the couch on which her friend
had sea ted herself.
Not at all, only understand the
nrt of living, my dear"
Meantime n neat tea-tray had made
it's appearance, and Mrs. Travers cast
triumphant glance ut her companion.
Not bad after ten-days' stay, 10
it?"
you've done wonders, Stephiel It's
quite like being at home. Have you
made frien,.s with anyone here yetp"
~ haven't spoken to soul but your
husband and the old women in the
market"
II only hope you won't find the
place terribly dull"
Stephanic gave her pretty head q
toss.
81 don't think So"
"Thcre are not many people here
you would care about, I'm afraid.
go out very little even among the few
English who are here"
'My dear Beatrice, we all know that
so long as you can cut your husbands
quilts and keep his inls-wells filled, you
are happy; II you hadn't been my
friend, I'm not sure shouldn't
have volunteered to take your place
while You were In England" Mrs.
Merydith laughed indulgently. "Only,
as say, I'm afraid of clever men.
Your husband always seems to be
trying to find one out, to dissect ones
moral nature. No, you needn't be
afraid, Beatrice. / shall not fiirt with
George"
my poor Stephie, I'm afraid you
won't find anybody else to airt with"
"Oh. really"
There was a world of meaning in
the two words, and Mrs Merydith's
eyes lighted with curiosity.
What do you mean, Stephie?"
"Eothing-except that the evenings
here are very warm, and that it Is very
pleasant to sit in the twilight with the
windows omen"