The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1900-04-07
They had wandered into one Of tie

They had wandered into one Of tie
corridors, and the door Of a vacant
box stood invitfngly open. Without
q word her companion paused on the
threshold. and, guiding the other with
In the shadow, quickly closed the door.
Then, placing his arms around the
girls slim figure, he drew her sharply
toward. him, and, raising the lower
corner of her mask, showered half q
dozen burning kisses upon her ripe,
red lips. that were so temptingly re-
vealed. 81
AS his otqbreath famed her cheeks
and his passionate kisses were being
rained down upon her, Phyllis felt for
the moment that her husbands ale
glance to herself had not really
cred after all. Then a sudden revul-
sion of thought swept over her, n
she realized that her companions en-
braces were offered in ignorance OF her
identity. White and trembling, she
pushed the man away and sprang to
the door again.
"Let me go!" she cried, fearing for
her self-control. II ought to have been
home long ago."
Very well, my little Cinderella" an
swered the scarlet domino, good hui
m%oredly. "To our next merry meeting,
then. May it be soon!"
Perhaps Don than you think" re-
turned the other with a hard little
laugh. Then she turned and made her
way rapidly to the vestibule, fearful of
pursuit.
It was with mingled feelings of rage
and despair that Mrs. Heriot drove
back through the hushed and deserted
thoroughfares to the Pont street mai
sonette. How to meet her husband
she scarcely knew, but wild thoughts
of instituting proceedings for a separa-
ton against him coursed through her
brain as she lay back in the corner OF
her hanson. Half-formed resolves to
leave him Immediately arose, only to
be dismissed in favor of waiting until
the morrow should give her an oppor-
tunity of taxing him with his peridy.
That 1t would be impossible to do this
without compromising herself did not
enter into her calculations. All she
knew was that she had been very bad
ly treated, and the one thought that
possessed her was that of revenge. =
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It was a very sad-faced. and heavy
eyed Mrs. Heriot who the next morn
ing sat opposite her husband at the
breakfast table. She did not hear him
come In, for, although she had lain
awake throughout half the night, sleep
had at last gained its hold upon her.
Consequently they met now for the
first time since the previous morning.
She returned his greeting mechan-
ically, for, although anger struggled in
her for the mastery, she saw that 1t
was impossible to say what was in her
mind in the presence of the parlor
maid. GLOW he brazens it out!" she
thought f1ercely, as she nervously
crumbled the roll before her.
Without betraying any surprise at
his wife's coldness Mr.. Heriot settled
himself in his chair and leisurely ex-
amined the pile of letters at his side.
Then he put them down and medita-
lively stroked his mustache.
"Why, Phyllis" he remarked at
length, looking up at his wife with a
smile, you don't seem to be SO cheer
full as you ought to demonstrating that
you had your own way. after all, last
night"
my own way! What do you mean,
Arthur" she exclaimed, startled out
of her self-possession.
.Why, dearest, about the Covent Gar
den affair, Of course. didn't go. after
all. When I got to my chambers yes
terday I found an important brief
there that occupied me until the even.
ing. Then I went on to the club and
took a hand at whist with some men.
AS l. was winning I didn't care about
leaving. so I lent my mask and domino
to young Ferrars. He's Just my build,
so the costume suited him capitally.
It's a pity you don't know him, as he's
rather q nice young chap in his way
"Oh!" said Phyllis.