The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-12-15

She would always look
NJ her prettiest when my beau
came; biting her plump,
red lips to make them redder, and gaz-
ing into his eyes with her innocent
looking blue ones, until my blood boiled
in my veins.
/ despsed her. couldn't help it
that never before had spurned even
the worm beneath my feet, much less
a human being, and that one my own
cousin. And now here she was domi-
ciled beneath my roof. as pretty as
ever, and a great deal more aggravat-
ing.
''You are so sweetly situated, Clara"
she said, with one of her soft. little
signs, the day after her arrival, that
almost regret not having married
myself"
Il wish you had," answered,
blunty.
But one might travel the world over
and not find such husband as you
have, dear-so romantic, so demonstra-
tive and full Of soul, and, withal. so
loving" and, with n still softer sigh.
Rose Burton crossed her white hands
in her lap and looked happy.
Yes, she was supremely happy,
have no doubt; for had she not planted
one of her old-time thorns deep. deep
in my sensitive breast? My husband
was not romantic or outwardly demon
strative to me. Had he been so to her
Her eulogy would have led me to in
fer as much, had l not known my
darling to be as true rs steel to the
little wife he had chosen from among
many.
Rose was to spend the winter with
us, and she expected gay time Of it;
but, what with the failing health Of
Roberts mother, who lived with us,
and the fragile delicacy of baby Maud.
we spent the most of our evenings at
home, entertaining but little company.
One morning Rose rushed into the
kitchen, where | was assisting Jane in
preparing dinner, with her usually pale
and placid face scarlet with rage.
The insulting. wretch cried she.
flinging herself into a chair
ITO whom do you allude, Rose?'
said l. quite in alarm.
"To your husband. Robert Newman.
who has refused to accompany me to
the opera tonight, although lie knows
my heart was set upon going" she
cried.
"He has his reason for doing so,
suppose" | said. calmly.
His reason. that is the most exas-
perating part of it," she replied, going
TO the CRATE and throwing the opera
tickets into the fire. He prefers the
company Of miserable. pulling infant
TO mine. Or that Of a superannuated
old woman. I'll quit your house to-
night. and I'll be revenged on him for
his insult yet-see if WON'T
AS Rose turned, framed in by the
doorway. with her eyes blazing and her
dark hair streaming n half yard below
her waist, she looked like tigress.
She went to her room, refusing to
come down to dinner.
Robert looked. troubled
why didn't you go with Rose.
dear?" I asked, as l passed him his
soup. "Why should you anger her so!
Surely the baby is better, and there is
no danger of the Group returning to-
night. You need not worry about her
so. Robert"
1T was not my refusal to accom-
pany Rose that angered her. Clara;
il was because / ordered her to leave
the room"
For what. Robert;'
"Go up and ask nurse, and look at
baby's arm"
With my mother heart i'm tumult.
repaired straight to the nursery. Baby
Maud was sobbing herself To sleep on
nurses lap. and the poor, little, right
arm, dimpled and so white this morn.
ing. was black and blu? from the wrist
10 the elbow.
How could you let baby fall?" de-
manded Of the nurse. who was bathing
the poor. bruised arm with arnica.
1T wasn't me that done il. marm
IL all come of the deSate Of Miss Bur
ton. She stopped to kiss baby. and at
the same time pinched the poor, little
tender arm almost TO a jelly"
"Oh, that aggravating woman
cried. as | clasped the little darling
TO my heart. lis IL not enough that
she has tried to win away the heart
of my husband from me. that she
should also seek to injure our innocent
child?'
That night. after tea. Rose came 20
our chamber door to bid us good-by!
"Adieu"' she said. I'm n mock.tracic
way. "You both hate ne. and leave
your house tonight. never 90 return:
hut. remember. take all your happl-
ness with me. Your seeking to find out
my retreat will be of no avail. You
smile at the bare idea of caring a fig