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

There was no rcsult-at hrst, a.
all events MV husband was several
hours in the room With my treasure
without appearing TO he aware OF its
presence But toward evening his
fWo principal friends came TO play
bridge with Kim. and then, from the
ambush Of my own apartments, J.
heard the screcchy voice Of Mr.. vivian
~ ying
Dash il all Jimmy, YOU don't say
you're going to be a Pape2'
Don't fret yourself old fellow re-
nIied my husband That's my wife's
little 7utter. Dare say the poor fool
has had TO promise her priest 10 make
me a vert
My next experiment was perhaps
equally childish, but certainly moro
successful
Seeing tina; 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 TINS
view ! got up very early, before any
body in the hotel was stirring, anu
hurried off to Covent Garden, through
the empty and echoing streets. while
the air of London was fresh with the
breath oC morning and the big city
within its high built walls seemed 10
dream of the green fields beyond.
u arrived at the busy and noisy
square lust as the wagons were roll
ing IN from the country With huge
crates of re and white roses bright
with the sunshine and sparkling with
the dew Then huNipg the largest and
loveliest and costlicst bunch OF them
e. great srmful, as much as I could
aold) 7 hurried back to the hotel and
set them i'm vases and glasses in
every part of my husbands room
his desk his sidcboard 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 as he came out
Of his bedroom an hour or two after
ward with his vicious terrier at his
heels
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
Sss clearing tine table.
Tell your mandEcress ! am much
obliged to her for the charming luw-
ers with which she has decorated my
room this morning.
'-But il wasn't the manageress. my
lord" said the waiter.
"Then who was it,
u Was her-Ner laGN snip, sald the
waiter
ooh" said my husband. in soft
ar If more insinuating tone, and a
Few minutes afterWard he went out
Nbistling
600 knows thar was small reward
for the trouble ! had taken but
was SO uplifted by the success of my
experiment that ] was determined to
60 further and when toward evening
Of The same DAY group Of my huS-
bands friends came to tell him that
they had booked box at a well
known musical comedy theater
begged to be permitted TO join them
Nonsense my dear Brompton
oratory would suit YOU better" said
my husband chucking me under the
chin
But I persisted in my importuni-
dies. and a length Mr. Eastciine sand:
Let her come Why shouldn't
she?"
Very well.1 said my husband,
pinching my cheek. "AS YOU please.
But il you don't like il. don't blame
me"
Ii did not escape me that as a re-
suit Of my change Of front my hus-
band had risen IL his own esteem.
and that he was behaving toward me
A. one VINO thought he had conquered
my first repugnanCe. on perhaps tri-
umphantly ridden over il. But in my
simplicity ! was so fixed in my deter