The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-09-01

-, NH HiS OEoNS Tor the benefit of
nIa young Wlle' who was thereby rem
dered constrained and depressed.
Arrived at the Pension Gutsch. he
adopted an equally severe and distrust-
tui demeanor toward the
landlord, who made a dreadf,n mistake
one morning by becoming too friendly.
and v%enturing to suggest a drive. which
ne humbly considered would he a
charming excursion for une jeune mar
rec. Mr.. Allingham gave him a look
which ought to have transfixed him. IL
looks had any such power, and told
MIN CURLY that he did not care about
excursions" and that madame"
would please herself as to a choice of
walks or drives. After this, the humil-
lated landlord took care to avoid Civ
ing further offense by any undue ex-
hlbition of personal interest in his best
paying guests, and the days rolled
Slowly on in a long sunshiny stretch
OF perfect calm, without any change to
vary or break their peaceful monotony.
Days of delicious weather they were
pure and balmy as spring, though it
was full summer-happy lays they
might have proved to Rose ALL
ingham if they had not also
been days of ever~-deepening perplex-
ity. She was a very loving little crea-
ture, quick to respond to kindness. and
she troubled herself desperately in Sc
cret as to why she could not, though
she tried, be Altogether loving to her
husband. Something held her back
from him-there was some impalpable
barrier between his nature and hers
that kept them singularly apart, though
TO all appearances united. The veriest
trifies helped to emphasize this curious
state of things. One evening, strolling
together in the pine woods, she began
to think of all the dainty love poems she
used to read and be so fond of, and
bringing to mine their dulcet teachings
she suddenly took her husbands hand
and gently slipped it around her waist,
leaning her fair little head confidently
back against the shelter of the arm
thus encircling her. Then, looking I'D.
with shy, sweet eyes and a ravishing
blush, she said, softly:
There! Isn't that nice?"
He regarded her with a gentlemanlv
amaZement. - a~ go.
Certainly not! 1t is not MICE 1t is
anything but nice! I am surprised at
you, Rose! really ami Suppose any
one were to meet us walking along in
shfS POSlilOn. why, lnGy
would take us for Cooks TOURISTS
cockney AIRY and 'Arriet out for a
stroll! Nothing could be more vulga
and degrading"
He withdrew his arm in haste and
walked beside her, stif1y erect, seeming
the piney air in virtuous indignation.
His young wife said not a word, but
walked on, also, with crimsoning cheeks
n downcast eyes, her little feet NOV
ing somewhat YEARLY. Presently he
glared down upon her with an air of
relenting condescension.
Surely you know that demonstra-
tons of affection in public are very bad
form?" he inquired.
She looked up, her soft eyes flashing
for once with something very like scorn.
Where is the public?" she asked.
We are quite alone; alone with the
forest and the sunset-and with God!
But I am sorry if my action offended
YOU
Dear me, I am not offended-why
should | be?" he retorted, pettishly.
You meant it well. no doubt. But
wherever we are, alone or before wit
nesses, we must avoid even the APP
pearance of yulgarity. And pray do not
quote poetry to me: 1 hate it. Alone
with the forest and the sunsetv-and
with God!' What rubbish that isl
us it," and she gave a little sigh.
1T is not poetry, at my rate. 1t is only
mel"
only you!" he repeated. What do
you mean?"
II mean that l said it-they are my
w words; just as they came into my
head. Very silly, of course
He eyed her with dignifed wonder.
SILLY" he echoed. II should think
so, indeed. Nothing could be sillier.
They remind me of the style which the
newspaper critics condemn as 'forcible
feeble.'"
He smiled and stroked his black mus
tache. All at once she looked up at
him with an expression of pathetic
pleading in her young face.
Harold" she said, in a low, uncer-
tain voice, ARE you sure-I mean-do
you really love me-"
At this he felt seriously vexed; she
was going to be hysterical or some
thing, he was were all
alike.
MY dear Rose" he replied, with
laborious politeness, 81 think if you will
take into consideration the fact that
married you, you will scarcely need to
ask such a very foolish question. IL I
had not loved you / should not have
made o my wife. That you are my
wife ought to the sufficient for you.
The deepest feelings, as you know,
have the fewest words. / hope"-here
his voice became distinctly aggrieved in
tone-'I hope you are not going to cry.
Nothing is more childish; but perhaps
you are overtired, and a better go
indoors. Pray remember that we are
living more or less under public nspec-
ton. and that a hotel is not the place
to make a scene in"
She raised her eyes to his. They
We're dry and bright and cold.
DO not be afraid" she said. ST am
crying, and ] shall make no scene.''
And, turning from him, she entered
the motel in silence. He did not fol-
low her. but remained sauntering up
and down on the turf outside, smoking
a cigar.
CTo Be Continued Tomorrow
HIS REASON WAS GOOD.