Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-27
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an events nv husband was several
hours in the room with my treasure
without appearing to he aware of its
presence. But toward evening his
two principal friends came to play
bridge with Linn. and then. from the
ambush Of my own apartments L
heard the screechy voice of MIR. Vivian
saving:
Dash 1t all, Jimmy, YOU don't say
you're going to be a. Pape|
Don't fret yourself old fellow" re-
Piled my husband. That's my wife's
little f1utter Dare say the poor fool
has had to promise her priest 10 make
me a vert
nv next experiment was perhaps
equally childish, but certainly more
successful
Seeing that my husband was fond
of fiowers, and was rarely without a
rose in his huttohhole, I conceived
the idea of filling his room with them
in honor of his birthday. With this
view I got up very early, before any
body IN Ahe hotel was stirring. anu
hurried off to CoVent Garden. throuah
the empty and echoing streets, while
The air of London was fresh with the
breath Of morning and the big city
within its high built walls seemed TO
dream OF the green fields beyond.
square just as the wagons were roll
ing in from the country with huge
crates Of re I and white roses. bright
with the sunshine and sparkling with
the dew. Then buving the largest and
loVeliest and Costliest bunch OF them
20 great armfnl, as much as I could
hold). | hurried back to the hotel and
set them in vases and glasses in
every part of my husbands room
a. t.F laA,. rtv1 II TO a. IA trl-
piece. and. above all, his table, which
a waiter was laving for breakfast t.
until the whole place was like bridal
bower.
"Ah, this is something like" I
heard my husband say as he came out
of his bedroom an hour or two after
ward with his vicious terrier at his
heels.
I heard no more until he had nm
ished breakfast and then. while
drawing on his gloves for his morn
ing walk. he said 10 the walter, who
was clearing the table.
Tell YOUR Wanageress | am much
Obliged to her for the charming flow-
ers with which she has decorated my
room this morning.
But il wasn't the manageress. my
lord" said the waiter.
Then who was II -
II vas NNI -liti ldhN SiNlHs Salh tue
waiter
"o-ohH' said my husband, in a soft
or. il more insinuating tone, and a
few minutes afterWard he went out
whlstling
COD knows that was small reward
FOR the trouble had taken. but
was so uplifted hv the success of my
experiment that ! was determined tC
go further. and when toward evening
of the same day a group Of my hus-
hands friends came to tell him that
they had booked a box at a well
known musical comedy theater
begged ia be permitted to join them
Nonsense, my dear! Bromptor
0ratory would suit you better" SAID
my husband. chucking me under tht
chin.
But ] persisted in my importuni.
ties and at length Mr.. Eastcliffe said;
Let her come. Why shouldn'i
she?'
VERY well" said my husband
pinching my cheek. "As YOU please
But If you don't like IT, don't biam,
me-"
it did not escape me that as re
suit of my change Of front my hus.
band had risen IL his own esteem
and that he was behaving toward ms
as one who thought he had conQuere.
my first repugnance. or perhaps tri-
umphantly ridden ever it. But in my
J was so fixed in my deter.