The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-05-13
Copyright, 1904.

VI lAe HOIlllIlS anu = StrOVo 70 keep MIN
good -natured. An excellent dinner was
waiting when we arrived home. and Joe
seemed to appreciate his home as he had
never done before. Oh, surely, I would
be more domestic now, and make him so
comfortable that he would say nothing
against clubs, and at the next gentle
mems night would make him attend In
evening dress, and he should see for him
self how popular his wife had become and
how my occupancy of the president
chair had raised our social standing. He
should yet compliment me on my diplo-
macy In getting what wanted-what we
both wanted.
All this while Joe was smoking his CT
gar. When he was thru:
well, have an important busi-
ness engagement tonight. I may not be
nome TIL late. Don't sit up for me-
"Oh, Joe! Couldn't you give me this
EVENING"" cried. "It is so soon after
your return
Il know it, old girl, but that's the way
I make the business pay" he answered.
And you must have gew-gaws and jim
cracks, you know. tell you, we men
have to pay for our handsome wives and
pretty babies
He kissed me and went away. own I
was veXed. It was aggravating not to be
allowed to put my virtuous resolutions
into immediate execution. sat alone by
my fire and pitied myself. My mother
sat In her room of nights nowadays, after
| putting the babies to bed. I wonder II
might not have been a better woman if ]
mad put my own children to bed, and
tucked them in and heard them say their
prayers. I have heard mothers say the
influence of that hour was as helpful tc
them as to the children. wonder how.
1t was psat o'clock when the door.
bell rang and the Count de Beauvais was
ushered IN. My heart nisgave me wher
saw him enter, and felt the same GU.
rious shrinking and compelling force tina,
I used to feel when l first met the man
But he came straight to me and seizet
my hands. He, too, had seen the news
paper paragraph.
"Alone. by the fire-you? The incom
parable rose among women" he muir
INJURED, his ardent gaze absorbing ever,
detail OF my dress, my hair, my face.
my husband returned last night"
said 4
"And you are alone here tonight?" h
repeated with world of meaning. The,
in a lower tone, IF you were mine-yo,
beautiful Jacqueminot-you should no
sit by the fire alone. I would hover nea
you ever, as does the butterfly cling t
the rose. would wear you as my choi
cest gift from heaven" =
: flush. hush," I commanded, for hi
} fowery speech in such sharp contrast t
J the plain American brusqueness of m
: husband was, after all, less attractiv
than usual. How came you here to
night? I thought you were in Washing
ton o.
! II was to go last night, but thoughts {
you held me, Jacqueminot. No, no, mus
speak. Let me go on he reached owe
and took my hand. A magnetic thrill ra
thru my whole frame ard let my han
/ lie passive ir his. "Ths morning sa,
t your husbands arrival in tho newspape
Then I saw the cruel-no, the happy PAL
1 agraph, coupling our names togethe
. Tell me, Jacqueminot, has he seen it,"
4 Eyes. Before did, I answered. "H
was very angry" .-..~
HE spoke l1arshly to you, Jacquem
Q not
o II must admit that he did," said. IA
k tho pacified him afterward."
n "Bete!' he muttered. You must pac
: him? A beautiful creature like you pac
fly the American business man! 1t Is t.
J. much"
Y said nothing seemed under spell
o did not attempt even to draw away n
It hand. We sat silent some moments, the
"Jacqueminot, you know how eve
q drop OF blood IN my DOdy DealS lot yC
Leave the man who does not care f
s youths man who would make of you
Y. household drudge. Come with me-" !
l. spoke in low, impa ssioned tones, but II
Is petuously, the whirlwind Of his murmur
le words carrying me beyond the sense
outside things. We two seemed to be
an eminence by ourselves away from t
e. rest of the world. Only us two.
l? Come with me to my own sun
De France. shall cherish you forever
shall love you forever"
Id He had fallen on his knees at my s!t
1e still c1inging to my hand. Answer n
:" Jacquerninot, my rose.
err "No--O-no!" I nurmured, striving
draw away my hand. 'You must not tt
at to me this way. I have husband.
On loves me, too
re "What do such as he know Of love?"
Id count replied. you are an advane
". woman, capable Of liberal views. Lea
c. Chicago and come to beautiful, sun
lis France with me. You are my soul aft
Id ity-my life, my love-"
He bent his head and kissed my han
n passionately.
ng A slight noise at the door made me IL
gn Iup. There stood my husband.
He (To be Continued Next Saturday,