Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-27
No Result.

There was no result-at first "A
All events NV husband was several
hours in the room with my treasure
without appearing to be aware of its
presence But toward evening his
two principal friends came to play
bridge with him, and then, from the
ambush of my own apartments /
heard the sereechy voice of Mr.. vivian
saying:
Dash it all Jimmy you don't say
you're going TO be Pape?'
Don't fret yourself. old fellow re-
piled my husband. That's my wife's
little fiutter Dare say the poor fool
has had TO promise her priest to make
me vert.
My next experiment was perhaps
equally childish. but certainly more
successful.
Seeing that my husband was fond
OF flowers, and was rarely without
rose in his huttonhole. | conceived
the idea of filling his room with them
IN honor OF his birthday With this
view | got up very early. before any
body i'm the hotel was stirring, and
hurried off to Covent Garden, through
the empty aud echoing streets while
the air of London was fresh with the
breath of morning and the big city
within it's high built walls seemed to
dream of the green fields beyond
arrived at the busy and noisy
square just as the wagons were roll
ing in from the country with huge
crates of red and white roses. bright
With the sunshine and sparkling with
the dew Then huving the largest and
loVeliest and costliest bunch of them
Ca great armful as much as ! could
hold). | hurried back to the hotel and
set them in vases and glasses in
every part OF my husbands room
his desk his sideboard. his mantel-
piece, and above all. his table, which
waiter was laying for breakfast
until the whole place was like bridal
bower
"Ah. this is something like"
heard my husband say rs he came ont
Of his bedroom an hour or two after
ward with his vicious terrier at his
heels.
| heard no more until he had FIN
lshed breakfast. and then, while
drawing on his gloves for his morn
ing walk, he said to the walter, who
was clearing the table;
Tell your manageress | am much
obliged TO her for the charming flow-
ers with which she has decorated my
room this morning"
But II wasn't the manageress, my
lord" said the waiter.
Then who was it2"
''It was her-her ladyship." said the
waiter.
"O-ohl" said my husband, in a soft
er, II more insinuating tone. and a
few minutes afterward he went out
whistling.
God knows that was small reward
for the trouble / had taken but ]
was so uplifted by the success Of my
experiment that l was determined to
go further. and when toward evening
of the same day a group OF my hus-
bands friends came 10 tell him that
they had booked a box at a well
known musical comedy theater l
begged to be permitted to join them.
.Nonsense, my dear! Brumpton
Oratory would suit YOU better" said
my husband, chucking me under the
chin.
But | persisted in my imporuni-
ties. and at length Mr. EastcIffe SAID:
Let her come Why shouldn't
She"
Very Well" said my husband.
pinching my cheek. ~As YOU please.
But II you don't like it, don't blame
me-"
1t did not escape me tnat as a re-
suit of my change OF front my hus-
band had risen IL his own esteem.
and that he was behaving towRrd me
as one who thought he had conquered
my first repugnance, or perhaps tIi-
umphantly ridden ever 3D. But In my
simplicity / was so fixed In my deter