The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-05-15


Berry was taken aback.
Il don't see that It is," she sait
with unusual and somewhat stamm%T
ing mildness. Most blonde-hairet
women, even IL they haven't bleached
their hair. have had 1t restored"
Dominick did not answer her. The
servant presented q dish at his elbow
and he motioned 1t away with an i'm
patient gesture.
Berry. who was not looking at him
went on.
What kind OF clothes did she wear
They say she's an elegant dresser
gets almost everything from Paris,
even her underwear. l suppose she
didn't have her best things up there.
But she must have had something,
because the papers said they'd gone
prepared for two weeks trip"
Il never noticed anything she
wore"
We'll, isn't that Just like you, DOM
mick Ryan," exclaimed his wife, un-
able. at this unmerited disappoint-
ment. to refrain from some expression
Of her feelings. And you might know
I'd be anxious to hear what she had
on"
I'm very sorry, but haven't an
idea about any OF her clothes. l think
they we're always dark, mostly black
or brown"
did you notice." almost pleadingly,
what she wore when she went out?
Mrs. Whiting, the forelady at Hazel's
millinery. says she imported a set Of
sables, muff, wrap and hat, for her
this autumn. Hazel says 1t was Just
the finest thing OF its kind you ever
laid your eyes on. Did she have them
up there?"
II couldn't possibly tell you. don't
know what sables are. saw her once
with q fur cap on, but l think 1t be-
longed to Willoughby, an Englishman
who was staying there, and used to
have his cap hanging on the pegs in
the hall It's quite useless asking
me these questions. don't know any
thing about the subject. Did you wind
the clock while l was away"
He looked at the clock, a possession
Of his own, given him in the days
when his mother and sister delighted
to ornament his rooms with costly
gifts and in which he had never be-
fore evinced the slightest interest.
"0S course, l wound it," Berny said
with an Az Of hurt protest. Haven't
wound it regularly for nearly three
years?"
This brought the subject OF Rose
Cannon to an end and she was NO. al
luded to again during the dinner. The
conversation reverted to such happen
ings in the city as Berny thought
might interest her husband, and 1t
seemed to her that he was more
pleased to sit and listen to her chat
ter Of her sisters, the bank, the thea
ters, and the shops, than to dilate any
further on his adventures in the
snow-bound Sierra
When the dinner was over, they re-
turned to the front OF the fiat, where
next to the parior there was a tiny
ballroom fitted up as a smoking
room and den. It was merely con-
tinuHtion Of the hall, and the cozy
corner which Berny had had Polk
street upholsterer construct in 1t, oc-
cupied most Of the available space,
and crowded such visitors as entered
1t into the corners. 1t had been Ber-
ny'S idea to have this room lined with
books" as she expressed it, but their
joint possessions in this line consist.
Ing of some twenty-five volumes, and
the fact that the contracted space
made it impossible to accommodate
both the books and the cozy corner.
E;erny had decided in favor of the lat
fer. She now seated herself on the
1ivan that formed the integral part of
this construction. and, piling the pill.
lows behind her, leaned luxuriously
back under the canopy Of variegated
stuffs which was supported by two
formidable-looking lances.
Dominick sat in his easy chair. He
always smoked In this room and read
the papers. and presently he picked
them UP from the table and began to |
look them over. The conversation |
Ianguished, became spasmodic, and |
finally died away. Berny, leaning back |
On the cushions, tried several times |
to revive it, but her husband from
among the spread sheets Of the eve
ming press answered her with the in
articulate sounds of mental preoccu-
patton, and sometimes with no sound
1t all. till she abandoned the attempt
and leaned back under the canopy in /
silence that was not by any means
he somnolent Quietude Of after-dinner
.orpor.
The clock hands were pointing to
1alf-past nine when ring at the bell
vas followed by the appearance Of the
Jhlnaman at the door, stating that the
had come with Mr.. Ryan's
'alises. Dominick threw down his pa.
'ers and left the room. AS Berny sat
silent, she could hear the express.
mans gruff deep voice in the hall and
he thuds Of the valises as he thumped
hem down at the stair-head. DomL-
lick answered him and there were a
eW more remarks, followed by the re.
reating sound Of the mans heavy
eet on the stairs and the bang of the
lall door. She sat looking at the clock,
Waiting for her husband to return, and
hen as he did not come and the hall
eemed singularly quiet she leaned
onward and sent an exploring glance
Iown its dim length. Dominick was
Tot there. but a square Of light fell
tut from an open doorway Of his room.
"Dominick," she called, what are
'ou doing?"
He came to the. door Of the room in
lis shirtsleeves. q tall figure looking
can and powerful in this closer.fitting