The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1896-04-29
BENEATH THE ROUGE.

a woman sat at her dressing table in
front of the mirror, and dabbed cheeks
that were liv ed with patches of pink
color. Her maid folded and put away
some drapery that had been flung down
on the bed and watched her mistress fur
lively. Down stairs there were prepare
lions for big party and the daylight
shone on the silver and orchards Jon the
dinner table much as it shone on the
face of the master of the house, With the
odd pucker Of discomfort between his
brows, ready and waiting in the pretty
dra wingroom. 1t shone ON those obsti-
nate blotches of color, which had to be
renewed SO often, in order to hide the
wife's ashen skin.
Mrs. Marston had run away from her
first husband and been the subject of
famous divorce case. The companion, of
her flight, Lewis Marston, had married
her directly after the divorce was made,
and a certain less particular section of
socii""ttT consented to overlook her LICK of
morals so Ing as she had good chef
and gave amusing parties,
There was one child OF her first mar
riage left in its fathers care, and this lit
tie girl of ten summers was lying danger.
ously i'll, The glass reflected eyes
that were stained and wild. She pen
eiled g black line under the lower lid,
and she thought as she did So
They ought at least to let me see her.
To be TUNED away from the house was
cruel, but Charles was always hard. He
will never forgive, and then that other
woman will be Bending over her bed, will
listen to her poor little weak voice, will
nurse her and will make much of her
will take nay place"
She blackened one eyebrow, and tear
fell with splash on one of the silver
brushes,
"OniY to have seen her for one minute
-cregt in like a stranger and looked at
her face. Three years ago. Only three
years since she saw me, and yet they will
have taught her to forget. My dsrling
little girl, my own little grill Oh, God,
help mev'
She began GA the other eyebrow, but
her hand shook.
"What a fright L shall look as,-nigbt
Marie bring me ala my diemouds.
can't do without them, my eyes look sc
dull. Bother this rogue; it won't sticl
on. There, T'llmalze it somehow
She thoRght as The maid fastened ,
glitterlng tiara in her hair that if til,
child died that might she coald have "a,
means OF hearing, and she suddenly start
ed up aRd sat 'dswn at writing table
She wrete to an old friend, a man VIA,
had stuck to her first husband and ca
her dead when she passed him in th
street, and the letter ran thus:
''DEAR Sur GeHN-For PHYS sake lie
me know how Daisy is. q am half ana,
with anxiety. PLEASE let the pain az
suffering excuse the liberty 1 take i,
troubling you DOROTHY MARsToN.'
She cent the maid With the letter a
once, with a 'eemmand to Gind Sir Joh,
Deane and get an answer if possible
Then, with walk lilze,& queen, ia ;
dress fCoM Worth, with her bediamon,s
ed head and the roses on her cheeks, sh.
decehded to the drawing-rOem to receiv.
her guests.
"My dear, yOu'ae late," ,Sazd her hus
band.
She had long ceased 10 expect any
companiOHship or sympathy fpom him SO
she answered carelessly:
Am l? 1t doesn't matter, .a4 no one
has arrived
Pat 1t does matteI"'-he began. as the
door opened to admit guest.
Ihere was young gaardsman With a