The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1903-10-29
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By LYDE Duror.

\ D@l lg!II laugh.
She was sitting in q
golden and duncolored boudoir, hung
with silken draperles, and carpeted
with pale-gray carpet, bordered with
scarlet. The windows were full OF
towering plants; an exquisite statue
Of Hebe occupied marble pedestal in
the middle of the room, and the panels
Of the walls were filled In with mir.
rors, which reflected the young brides
every motion score Of times.
Mrs. Harland was dressed in beau.
tiful wrapper of rose-colored silk,
which fell around her In pink clouds;
p6le Neapolitan corals, carved so deli
cately that a magnifylng glass would
not have put them to the blush, hung
from her delicate ears, and clasped
the folds of tulle at her throat; dia-
monds glittered on her fingers, and the
tiny handkerchief peeping from her
pocket was edged with exquisite lace.
Grace's face, all lilies and roses, with
the glory Of golden hair floating away
from It. was a jewel worth all this
expensive setting.
Fanny Warner, her old schoolmate,
sat opposite to her, secretly envious Of
all this splendor, and wondering that
Grace Hayden, who had taught In the
same district school as herself, was
not more elated by her sudden promo
ton.
swell, then, said she, 'why did you
marry hlm|
Because was poor and he was
rich; because was tired Of teaching,
and he offered me all this"
And Grace glanced around upon the
Injuries that surrounded her.
"Nobody could be foolish enough to
suppose It was love match" she said;
'hes much older than am, and not
at all my ideal; but couldn't drudge
on forever at my profession, and l
( think I've made a lucky exchange"
"Grace, you are a heartless coquette,"
cried Fanny Warner.
"No, am not" said Grace, with a
shake of her lovely golden curls. "You
would do Just the same thing yourself,
Fanny Warner, If you had a chance
you know you would"
And as Grace laughed out a sweet,
defiant chime, she did not know that
her silly words had another auditor
than Fanny Warner-that the door
leading into the rich bankers study
was ajar, and that he had heard every
syllable she spoke.
II was quite true that Robert Har-
land was not a young man. He had
passed the Rubicon Of middle age be-
fore he had allowed himself to fall
In love and marry; and the fame
burned all the deeper and more tender
because the wood was mellowed by
age.
He had looked on Grace Hayden as
little less than an angel, and now
u should have known this before"
he said to himself, with ashen'pale
face and trembling limbs,
Il should have OWNED that spring
and autumn were unsuited, So-she
has married me for my money"
Grace" he said, that evening, 81
have tickets for the opera tonight.
Would you like to go?"
mo, don't think care about 1t"
said Grace, listlessly.
"Then we will remain at home and
will read you that new poem" sug-
gested the husband.
7 am tired OF poetry" pettishly re-
torted Grace. II do wish you would
leave me to enjoy myself my own way
once In WHILE"
DO bore you, GraceT' Robert Har-
land asked, with an inexplicable culver
IN his voice. /.
Awfullyl I'm just in the midst Of
mis- delightful story, and l can't bear
70 be Interrupted
Very we'll The offense shall not be
repeated" said Mr.. Harland, quietly.
After that subtle and sudden
change came over his whole life
de was as courteous and attentive
% his young wife as ever, but Grace
leit that all the heart and soul were
gone outsOf the little courtesies, the
serupulously rendered attentions
For a while she rather liked It,
II was relief to feel that his eyes
were not always on her, his thoughts
following her.
one could go where she pleased now,
ana he asked no questions.
enc could employ her time to suit
uelseif, and he had neither criticism
XII comment to OFFER But gradually
.ne began to realize that she had lost
something which visa NOT easily N he