The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-09-06
CHAPTER III.

Charming, isn't she?" miss Cot
ton beamed at them over the big pale
blue bow of chiffon at her throat.
Her large, sheep-like face shone with
it's usual expression of cheerful sad
ness. II always think 1t such a pity"
she said gently, that Mrs. Standring
does not live happily with her hus-
band. My housemaid, who is cousin
of her cook, tells me that they have
words constantly Her temper is
most passionate, and he is a remark
ably amiable man. But, then, she is
so elegant. always think Mrs. Jack
most elegant. It's a pity that young
men fall in love with her $3.50 in
cessantly, though, isn't it? Beauty is
always such snare"
young men always have fallen in
love with lovely faces"-Tormentilla
was sitting by the open window. look
ing at the dark woods beyond the
park, and she burst in here with a
bitterness straight from her heart
land always will"
.Ah, yes!" Miss Cotton sighed and
smoothed her chiffon. And Time is
cruel to youthful loneliness. / always
think Time is so cruel, don't you?
But it's extremely trying for her hus-
band, and / am sure one of her own
great troubles, though I sometimes
think that If she wasn't quite SO ca
ressing in her manner to the other
sex, it would be wiser. My dear boy,
for instance. / always found 1t so
dangerous to call a young man my
dear boy haven't you?"
II have never tried it," replied
Greenie coldly.
''Of course, if he is really boy"
the visitor pursued, ''he merely re-
CARDS it as an insult But when a
little older? And young men are SO
easily influenced, and they are so sure
to suffer for it. Inevitable. isn't it,"
81 expect it does them lot Of
good"
Tormentilla was getting more in
terested in the conversation than
Miss Green liked.
Yes, that's what she thinks. She
regards her influence as Christening
and a necessary part of a young mans
education, but her husband naturally
doesn't see it in the same light. OF
course he knows his wife Is devoted
to him, there's no doubt about that,
but he doesn't like to see any one
unhappy-such sweet trait in him.
I've frequently thought. The candle
~ al {e. xrho calls a
kind of situation which is constantly
arising"
"Tormentilla," said Miss Green
persuasively, ''I've left the darkest
shade of the mauve filoselle upstairs
in my bedroom. Might trouble you,
my dear? Your legs are younger
than mine"
''Yes, GREENE, but it's under your
chair. You've just dropped it on pur-
pose, haven't you? / don't suppose
there's a word Of it true. Miss Cot
tons, is there?"
Cotton" amended that lady sadly.
"You are so frant, aren't you?
always admire frankness in the
young. So fearless and free. And
what fortunate thing that the fam
lily are not at home!"
"'The family?" Miss Green looked
up still more surprised
THE Earl and Countess. How nice
for you to have this charming man
sion as home! Very fortunate that
Lord Malinder is away, call it,"
Eyes. it is, rather" said Tormen-
tilla quietly, with side glance at the
confused Greenie.
But after their visitor had gone,
Tormentilla relapsed into thoughtful
silence, and Miss Green became anx-
ious. The girl rose at last and hunt
ed for her straw hat
I'm going out, she said briskly.