Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-08-31
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remarked: II dare say you're nor fal
Ewrong. Wives have trying way OF
thinking themselves entitled to the
whole Of their husbands society"
The scarlet domino laughed good hu.
| moredly.
you're funny little woman" he re.
turned, "and wish you'd take your
mask off for moment. face that
can think such thoughts must be rath-
er interesting"
"The disillusion might be disas-
trous," answered Phyllis, with a fas-
ctaating shrug of her shoulders. Let
us geo and sit down somewhere,
though" she added. slipping her soft
hand upon the mans wrist. I'm tired
Of standing"
They had wandered into one OF the
corridors, and the door Of vacant
box stood inyitingly open. Without a
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 cor
ner Of her mask, showered half dog
en- kisses upon the ripe, red lips that
were so tempdngly revealed.
Phyllis felt for the moment that her
| husbands allegiance to herself had not
really wavered after ALL Then q sud-
! den revulsion Of thought swept over
her, and she realized that her COM
panion's embraces were offered in ig-
norance Of her identity. White and
trembling, she pushed the man away
md sprang to the door again.
"Let me gor' she cried, fearing for
her self control. ST ought to have been
home long ago.
Every well, my little Cinderella" an
/, -swered the scarlet domino good hui
moredly. ITO our next merry meeting,
then. May it be soon!'
Perhaps sooner than you think, re-
turned the other, with hard little
laugh. Then she turned and made her
way rapidly to the vestibule, fearful of
pursuit.
1t was with mingled feelings Of rage
and despair that Mrs. Heriot drove
back through the hushed and deserted
sonette. How to meet her husband she
scarcely knew, but wild thoughts Of
instituting proceedings for 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 perfdy.
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.
1t was 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 laid
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 mechanic
ally, 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. "How he brazens it outp she
thought fiercely as she nervously crum-
bled the roll before her.
Without betraying any surprise at
his wife's GOODNESS Mr.. Heriot settled
himself in his chair and leisurely ex-
amined the pile Of letters at his side
Then he put them down aud medita-
lively stroked his mustache.
'tWell, Phyllis" he remarked at |
length, looking up at his wife with a |
smile, you don't seem so cheerful as |
you ought to be considering that you
had. your own way, after all, last
night" ,s
MY own way? What do you mean,
Arthur she exclaimed, startled out !
of her self possession.
"Why, dearest, about the Covent
Garden affair, Of course. didn't go,
after all. When / got to my chambers
yesterday, found an important brief
there that occupied me until the even
Ing. Then | went on to the club and
took q hand at whist with some men.
AS was winning didn't care about
leaving, SO lent my mask and domino
to young Ferrars. He's just my build,
20. the costume suited him capitally.
It's pity you don't know him. as he's
rather nice young chap in his way"
"Oh!" said Phyllis. Chicago Times