Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-12

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| white serge, with black collar, cuffs
and revers. Her expenses had been
heavy of late and she had debated. 40
she had before Helen Robbins dinner
party as to whether she could afford to
wear her favorite violets And. IS then,
she had decided to be governed by in
cunatlon, not by economy She CON
graduated herself upon her extrava-
gance when she saw Robert look at the
flowers, first with admiration. then with
an expression combining regret and
suspicion. oh" he said, u should
have recollected to send you some vio-
let's, but I fear some other fortunate
man was more thoughtful than T."
~ Would Always Wear Them"
Beatrice did not relieve his fears by
her reply. They are beautiful, aren't
they she said, touching them with
caressing finger tips. "If were rich, I
would wear violets always"
And if l had the right, should
never allow you to wear any except
those I sent you" was the abrupt re-
joinder
Shall we go up TO Claremont for
tea p said Maynard. as they neared the
lower end of the park. "The drive viii
be beautiful, and" in lower voice, II
| love Claremont for my wife and I used
to go there so often that | have sweet
recolections connected with the place
Since she left me ! have not had the
courage to go. But YOU have been so
very kind and understanding that /
| iTls ho
cries If were to go with YOU
All the afternoon Beatrice had been
hoping TO keep past matrimonial rela
tons in the background and now. when
she least expected it, Maynard's dead
wife was, she felt, dragged forward
again to mar her pleasure. Neverthe
ment and acquiesced in his suggestion
with a gentle sympathy which she did
not quite feel allowing him to talk.
uninterrupted by word from her, Of the
loneliness of his present life compared
with the good old days when "she
was here" But the widow drew sigh
Of relief when their arrival al Glare
mont put stop to the reminiscent
strain
The pair walked the length OF the
glass-screened veranda and secured
table looking out over tho Hudson
Beatrice was scarcely seated herself,
and Maynard was still in the grasp of
| the waiter who was helping him divest
himself of his light driving coat. when
a man rose from a nearby table, and.
walking up to Maynard, slapped him on
the shoulder. The Whoever turned with
frown that melted into a smile. and
shook hands warmly with the intruder.
then introduced aim to Beatrice as
my very dear friend, Mr Rossiter'
! She greeted him with concealed indif-
| ference.
Rossiter was large and awkward his
face was over-red and his laugh over
loud. and he gesticulsted eXaggerat edly.
After shaking hands vehemently with
Beatrice, he muttered something in a
low voice to Maynard who had not yet
sat down. and. linking his arm in Rob-
ert's. started to draw him away The
widower hesitated for moment then.
at some more urgent suggestion from
Rossiter, he shrugged his. shoulders,
laughed. and after turning to Beatrice
with a word of apology. coupled with
something about taking time. with her
permission, for just minutes chat on
a bit Of important business" suffered
himself to be led away into the adioin-
ing room. leaving Bea trice, somewhat
perplexed, gazing alone at the river aud
the Jersey shore