Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1911-12-08

mond in her low, sweet voice. How
is Tom?"
Very we'll, thank you. On, l must
tell you, dear, we have guest
hope you don't mind" apologized
Agatha. q know you wanted a per-
feet rest and to be quite alone with
us, but I'm sure he won't bother you
because he doesn't care for women
any way and especially the woman
with a vocation You mustn't mind if
he doesn't notice you much"
Dear me, l shan't mind a particle
unless it's some one l care especially
about" laughed Rosamond Pray
who is the horribly unpleasant MANI"
Peter Howard--a friend of TOMS"
oh, said Rosamond, and for a
while she sat very quiet. If ne is as
unpleasant as you say I'm sure there
is no danger that We shall bore each
other very much"
81 know you don't care for men,"
went on Agatha.
Il don't-for many" admitted Rosa
mond
I'm sure you won't care for Peter
Howard-hes a dear, and we think a
lot of him, and he's as handsome as a
picture, but he's crusty.
"Crusty?" Rosamond was laughing.
You mean disagreeable?
Yes. not the sort one would want
to marry, you know chartered
Agatha. thankful to see the doorway
of their apartment house
oh" repeated Rosamond in a
puzzled tone
When they reached the Downings'
apartment Tom and Peter Howard
were talking in the guests room.
Agatha rushed ROsamOnd down the
hall into the pretty room prepared
for her, and as the girl removed the
traces of travel and dressed for din
ner they talked animatedly.
Just as the gong in the hall an
nounced that the meal was served the
four met in the parlor, and Mrs. Down.
ing performed the necessary introduce
tons.
She exchanged a lightning glance Of
appreciation with her husband as their
guests stiffly acknowledged the intro
duction, and so they went into din
ner
The conversation became general
as the meal progressed, but it was
Peter Howardc observation-disclosures
that exploded bomb Of surprise upon
his matchmaking host and hostess.
"Rosamond will remember" said
Peter in response to some question of
Toms.
"Rosamond!" repeated Agatha, with
quick glance at the girls lovely,
flushed face.
"Rosamond--ou Rosamond?" doomed
Tom, amazedly looking from Rosa.
mond's face to Peters grinning, sheep.
ish countenance.
Nay" said Peter firmly, mot your
Rosamond-but mine! Mine since 3
o'clock this afternoon, when We were
quietly married in St Stephens
chapel" He reached out hand and
Rosamond placed her pretty left hand
within it. Peter lifted the third finger
and showed where a wedding ring
shone below a blazing diamond. Il
fell in love with Rosamond when she
nursed me through typhoid last win
ter and I've been begging her to marry
me ever since. When we found we
had both been invited down here at
the same time-we decided to make a
wedding journey out of it and surprise
you!" He glanced triumphantly
around.
It's a surprise all right" eiacu
lated Tom, shaking hands violently
with the bridegroom.
"But why did you talk so dreadfully
to me about Peter?" inquired the bride
reproachfully, as she withdrew herself
from Agatha.
and why did you warn me against
Rosamond?" demanded Peter sud
denly.
The conspirators glanced at eact
other and blushed.
"Hah!" cried Peter with sudden en-
lightenment Matchmaking, Ell? Al
old game, my children!"
81 didn't believe word of it, any
way" declared Rosamond, as she
slipped her hand in her husbands.
Neither did l." confessed Agatha.