The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-03-11
Grselda.

1
How your caresses tire me- Griselda' y
| The Indifferent tone in which the in
| conSiderate words were spoken was 50
| different 10 those with which ne had re-
/ sponded 10 her tenderness few months
/ before.
He did not even look at her as she
arose from his knee, where she had been
| sitting. and passed to the other side OF
! the room and gazed into the glowing
Goals.
She could find no excuse for the indif-
| ference he had shown for her gentle ca
resses IN the last few months II could
not be he was growing tired OF what he
| had sought so hard for. When they were
| first married they were SO happy. Each
caress of hers was treasured. and he
was jealous even of her very words and
look. She had been slow in giving 10
him her maiden's love. and mis- difficulty
in winning Il had seemed 10 make her
a hundred times more dear.
GriseIda sighed as she huddled down
among the pollows Of the sofa, and In a
drowsy way began TO mediate as she
gazed at the glowing Goals in the open
crate AT last her dreams were dis
PEELED by q half-formed idea Could l.
be done. she wondered. as she sat up
straight and pale among her pillows
short time after the tiny silver clock
on Mrs Latimer's mantel had chimed
10 there came a knock at the door of her
dainty BOULDER. In answer TO her re-
Spouse there entered tail, rather dark
looking girl, who. after q questioning
look at Mrs. Latimer, gayly sank into a
large armchair b. her side.
For a half-hour there was much talk
ing, few tears from Mrs. Latimer, and
a great deal Of laughter from both. Then
the girl arose to go, and after kissing
Mrs. Latimer several times, sayly left
the room.
It was showing hard as Paul Latimer
sprang from his cab and ran UP the
steps of his house just in time TO meet
in the hall his wife in earnest converse
ton with tail, light-haired young man.
He was tenderly helping her OF with her
snowy furs and wraps.
So this was the fellow his wife had
been seen so much with at the opera
and many other places, he thought, as he
passed them with a nod to his wife on
mis- way up TO his room.
Paul felt the blood beating in his tenn
pies as he entered his room and closed
the door, He tried to analyze the feeling
ne had when he thought Of the look Girls
elda had when she was smiling so radi-
antly into that fellows face How pref
ty she looked with her head on one side
and the light falling on the sheeny mass
es of her golden hair.
As Paul crossed the room Tor glass
of sherry he could not help thinking that
perhaps she was not quite so much his
own as ne had thought. Another might
win her from him even now His very
thoughts seemed to make him furious,
for he walked about the room with long
angry strides, and in a few minutes
snatched up his hat and dashed from the
and c1nN
He walked for many hours through the
falling snow; and when he at last re-
turn ne was white with the damp snow
and quite numbed with cold.
Within the doorway of Mrs. Latimer's
boudoir stood Paul gazing upon his VIE
within the arms OF another man. Her
arm was thrown about his neck, and with
one tiny jeweIed hand she was ruffling
up his light, curly hair as he held her
exquisite form close TO his own and show
cred intoxicating caresses on her flushed
face and snowy neck. She was radiant
with happiness as she rested in his
arms
A beautiful picture she made in her
clinging gown of white silk and lace. But
all this was lost on the man IN the door
way. His face was white and drawn,
and his hands clinched and unclinched
as he advanced into the room.
'Griselda, what is the meaning OF
this?"
Both man and woman turned to PauIs
side. but he roughly pushed her aside
as he confronted the man.
'Scoundrel, leave this house before
tnrow you OUT he exclaimed. as ne
advanced toward him.
Griselda sprang forward and threw her
arms about Paul as if to keep him back,
as she said: Paul l was only trying
YOU. to see if you loved me still. or II
YOU were utterly Indifferent to me. See,
dear. this is your sister Edita in some OF
Tour own clothes"
With one hand still on PauPs arm, she
leaned forward and snatched the wig
from the head OF Paurs laughing Sis
to-
That night Griselda put her arms
around her husbands neck and said:
Paul 1 feel sure now Of your forgive
ness.
Darling. you have taught me not 70
be too sure of you, for you may be
stolen from me, should 1 not love and
guard you more" Paul answered And
he drew her closer to him and buried his
face in her pretty curls.