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

IL alh EtFlils Il III ANPpSNliO a
little strange; n Rose Allingham her.
self sometimes thought so. h had
been married just a fortnight, and had
not yet got over the novel sensation of
having a big thick wedding-ring on the
tiny third finger of her little white hand.
She would turn it round and round
with q whimsical solemnity, and now
and then she secretly polished it up
with a small bit of chamois leather
kept in her jewel-case for the purpose.
And as she regarded her w~edding-ring
, even so she regarded her husband. h
well-dressed gentleman with the per-
fectly ir~reproachable wen e a
lures, and ~well-groomed mustache, was
Harold Brentwood Allingham, of Duns-
combe Hall, Norfolk; and she vas Mrs.
Harold Brentwood Allingham, of Duns-
| combe Hall, Norfolk.
1t all seemed very interesting, and
new, and important. She was never
tired of going over and over the events
which had, in their sequence, led her
up to this lofty position of matrimonial
dignity. She had left school to be
brought out" and ''presented"-oh,
that presentation! Would she ever for
get the misery of it? The bother of her
long train-the nasty, spiteful behavior
of the ladies' who pushed her, pinched
her, and generally "scrimmaged" for
entrance into the Throne Room; the
bitter cold of the weather, and the hor-
rible draughts that blew all over her
uncovered neck and arms; the disap-
pointment of there being no sovereign
to receive her when she made her pretty
I nOIrfpGv nrooffcad for thraa xppal<c ,,ndor
the tuition of one of the best mistresses
of department in London, but only one
of the princesses: the extreme hunger
and thirst from which she suffered dur
ing the long watt then, her utter
faint when she got home, and having
beef-tea put down her throat in hot
spoonfuls by her anxious mother; all
this was perfectly fresh in her min
Then came the memory of several
balls and dances, at many of which she
had met the good-looking rich Mr..
Harold Brentwood dillingham;, and had
danced with him-he was a splendid
dancer; then Henley, where the same
Harold Brentwood Allingham a In
vited her to his house-boat, and given
her flowers and bonbons; then, a visit
W a btddlildl NOulllIy HOuSe III b6NOn-
shire, where she had found him in
stalled as one of the hous party; then,
that afternoon when he had discovered
her alone. in the rose-garden, reading
poetry, and, taking the book out of her
hands. had begun to make love 10 her.
Such funny love! Not at all like the
love the poets write ~about-nothing in
the least like it. There was no non
! Cpn GO ahn11t shr6a Efn0 hnartC'b n nd ft1xril1
despairs' and passionate tinglings' in
Mr.. Harold Brentwood dillingham;. He
was a very self-complacent mamie
thought marriage a sensible and re-
spectacle institution, and was prepared
to enter upon it in a sensible and re-
spectacle manner .l..
So, without ~verbiage. or what is
called high flown sentiment. he had
put his cas- kindly and practically. He
had said, Rose, would you like to
marry me?" And she had surveyed him
in such astonishment hat he was quite
amused.
II have spoken to your parents" he
had then continued. taking her hand.
and patting it encoura gingly, land they
approve-very highly. You are a charm
ing. unspoiled girl; and though l am
2 SOllit years Olbtl lldH NOu. that
is just as it should be. 1 am
sure we shall be very happy
together. You know I can give you
anything you want. My wife"-and here
his back had stiffened slightly
would naturally occupy an enviable
position in society" And Rose had
trembled all over with rvousne
"I know!" she had faltered But I
a "a not etty.a ft0t IT love van Mr.
Allingham."
He had laughed at this. ooh. but I
am sure" he had replied: IT know you
better than you do yourself. There is
no one else you care for, is there?"
ooh, no." she answered, earnestly,
which, indeed. was true. She had often
reflected on the fact-rather desolately.
No one had shown her any special
kindness or attention since she "came
out" except this Mr.. Allingham.
Then let us consider 1t settled he
had said, and had kissed her, and led
her out of the rose-garden; and later
on in the day had given her a wonder
full engagement ring of the most superb
diamonds. And so things had drifted
on, and the preparation of her trous-
seau had been a great excitement, and
her marriage day another excitement;
and now, here she was, fast welded,
and on her honeymoon in Switzerland,
with the irreproachable gentleman,
whose black mustache would hence
forth have to command her wifely adj
miration. yea after year., till it turned
gray. Somehow she had not realized
the weight n seriousness of marriage
till it was consummated. She had read
many owe stories. many love poems, in
which all h heroes and heroines raved
and swore in eXquisitely choice lam
guage, and ended by killing themselves
or somebody else with the dagger, pis-
tol. or poison bowl; but the even pro-
saicness of married life had not been set
before her in similarly graphic style.
Now and then she was a little afraid
of herself-afraid that she was not as
happy as she ought to be. She could
not analyze her own feelings very well.
but occasionally she caught herself
signing and %murmuring uneasily, II
wonder il 1 really love him?" The
doubt made her uncomfortable. for she
had a tender heart and sensitive con-
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