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

There was no result-at first. al
all events My 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 Lin. and then, from the
ambush of my own apartments. J
heard the screochy voice of Mr.. vivian
saving:
Dash it all. Jimmy. YOU don't say
you're going to be a Papc2'
Don't fret yourself. old fellow re-
Piled my husband. That's my wife's
little fhItter Dare say the poor fool
has had To promise her priest 10 make
me vert
NV next experiment was perha ps
equally childish. but certainly more
successful
Seeing tha; my husband was fond
Of flowers, and was rarely without
rose in his huttonhole. ! conceived
the idea of nlling his room with them
in honor Of his birthday. with this
view / got up very early. before any
body in the hotel was stirring. anu
hurried off 70 CoNent Garden. throuHh
tho empty and echoing streets while
the air Of London was fresh with the
breath Of morning and the big city
within its high-b built walls seemed TO
dream Of the green fields beyond
square lust as the wagons were roll
ing in from the country With huge
crates Of rel and white roses. bright
with the sunshine and sparkling with
the dew Then buving the largest and
loveliest and Costliest bunch OF them
ca great armtul as much a5 | could
hold. I hurried back to the hotel and
sci them in ssNases and glasses in
every part ur my husbands room r
his desk. his sidehoard. his mantcl-
piece. and above all. his table. which
a waiter was laving for breakfast
nntil the whole place was Ike bridal
bower.
An, 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 a his
heels
! heard no more until he had I'M
ished breakfast, and then while
drawing on his gloves for his morn
4 lng walk he said 70 the waiter, who
NNas clearing the table:
"rrn Your nanascrcss am much
Obliged To- her for the charming flow-
crS WITH which she has decorated my
room this morning.
But it wasn't the managerCSs. my
lord said the waiter
Then who was it,"
III was her-hor ladyship.' said the
waiter
"O-oh," said my husband. IN soft
or. II more iRsinuating tone. and
few minutes afterWard he went out
NhiStliug
God knows that was small reward
FOR the trouble / had taken. but
Was SO uplfted hv the success Of my
experiment that / was determined to
= 5.'.'.her. and vixen toward evening
Of the same day group of my hus-
bands friends came to tell him that
they had booked box at well
known musical comedy theSter 81
begged 10 be permitted 10 join thcin
Nonsense. my dear, RromptoR
OratorY would suit YOU better" said
my husband, chucking me under the
chin
But ! persisted in my importuni-
ties. and a length Mr.. EastcIi6e sad:
Let her come Why shouldn't
She"
Very well" said my husband.
plnchnS my check. AS YOU please.
But Il you don't like II, don't blame
me.
II did not escape me that as re-
suit Of my change or front my hus-
band had risen jr his own esteem,
end that he was behaving toward me
SIS one who thought he had conquered
my first repuSnauCe. or perhaps tri-
pmphantly ridden over it. But in my
simplicity was so fixed in my deter