Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-12
Hunting a Husband
NO. TT MARRIED SOMEWHAT BY
AN UNPLEASANT AND UNEXPECTED INCIDENT.
BY VIRGINIA T. VAN oe WATER.

Beatrice's tailored gown was Of
white serge. with black collar, cuffs
and revers Her expenses had been
heavy of late, and She had debated. as
she had before Helen Robbins dinner
party as to whether she could afford to
wear her favorite volets And. as then,
she had decided to be governed by in
cllnation, 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 i should
have recollected TO send you some vio-
lets, but I fear some other fortunate
man was more thoughtful than l."
Il 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 | We're rich, /
would wear violets always"
And if I had the right. should
never allow you to wear any except
those sent you. was the abrupt re-
joinder
Shall we go UP to Claremont for
tea? - said Maynard as they neared the
lower end of the park THE drive will
be beautiful. and" in lower voice. Il
love Claremont for my wife and | used
to go there so often that ! have sweet
| recollections connected with the place.
Since she left me l have not had tic
courage to go. But you have been so
think the spot would lose its sad mem
cries if | were to go with YOU
All the afternoon Beatrice had been
hoping to keep past matrimonial rela-
lions in the background. and now. when
she least expected it. Maynards dead
wife was. she felt, dragged forward
again to mar her pleasure Neverthe-
less she concealed all signs OF resent
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 tie
| loneliness of his present life compared
with the good old days" when she
was here" But the widow drew sign
mont put a stop to the reminiscent
strain
The pair walked the length of the
glass screened veranda and secured a
| table looking out over the 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 widower turned WITH
frown that melted INFO a smile and
shook hands warmly with the intruder,
then introduced him 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 gesticulated eXaggeratediy.
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
erts, started to draw him away. The
widower hesitated for a 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
bit of important business" suffered
himself to be led away into the adjoin-
ing room leaving Beatrice. somewhat
perpleYed, gazing alone at the river and
the Jersey shore