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

Beatrio&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 violets And, as then,
she had decided to be governed by in
clinaton. 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 Il should
have recollected to send you some vio-
let's. but fear some other fortunate
man was more thoughtful than l."
81 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. l
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-
ioinder
Shall we 60 up TO Claremont for
tea said Maynard as they neared the
lowe end of the park The drive will
be beautiful and" in lower voice. ~
love Claremont. for my wife and ! used
to so there 50 often that ! have sweet
recollections 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
think the spot would lose its sad mem
cries if | We're to 60 with YOU"
An the afternoon Beatrice had been
hoping to keep past matrimonial rels
! ttons 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 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 Clare
mont put stop to the reminiscent
strain.
The pair walked the length of the
elass-screened veranda and secured d
table looking out over the Hudson
Beatrice was scarcely seated herself
and Maynard was stil in the grasp Of
the waiter who was helping him divest
himself Of his light driving coat when
man ose from a nearby table, and
walking up to Maynard, slapped him on
the shoulder The widower turned witt
frowu that melted into q smile and
shook hands warmly with the intruder,
then introduced him to Beatrice as
my verv dear friend, Mr. Rossitel"
She greeted him with concealed indif-
ference
Rossiter was large and awkward. his
face was over-red and his laugh over
loud. and he gesticulatcd exaggera teddy.
After shaking hands vehemently with
Beatrice. he muttered something in a
low voice to Maynard. who had not vet
sat down, and linking his arm in Rob
ert's, 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 lust a minutes chat on
bit of important business. suffered
himself to he led away into the adioin-
ing room, leaving Beatrice. somewhat
perpeAed. gazing alone at the river AID
the Jersey shore