The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-09-07
CHAPTER XIV.
CouIour-de-Rose.

Couieur-de- Rose.
II was altogether fortunate for Rose
that she had attempted no prepars-
ton. because the situation she found
herself In when she'd opened the door
for her husband, shaken hands with
him, led him into her sitting room and
asked him to sit down. was one which
the widest cast Of her imagination
would never have suggested as . pos
sible one for her and Rodney.
1t was his manner, she felt sure.
that had created 1t; his rather formal
attitude; the way he held his hat. 1t
was the slightly anxious, very deter
mined attitude Of an estimable and
rather shy young man making his first
call on young lady upon whom he is
desperately DESTROYS Of making a ia
yorable impression.
And he was Rodney, and she was
Rose. It was like an absurd dream.
wont you smoker" she asked sud-
denly, and hurried on when he hest
tated. II don't do it myself. but most
of my friends do, and keep the
things" From drawer in her writing
desk she produced tin box Of ciga-
rettes. They're your kind-unless
you've changed" she commented, and
went over to the mantel-shelf for an
ash tray and match safe. The match
safe was empty and she left the room
to get fresh supply from her kitchen.
On the inner face Of her front door
was q big mirror. and in II, as she
came back through the unlighted pas
sage, she saw her husband. He was
sitting Just as she'd left him. and as
his face was partly turned away from
her, It could not have been from the
expression of 1t that she got her reveis-
ton. But she stopped there In the
dark and caught her breath and leaned
back against the wall and squeezed
the tears out Of her eyes.
He stayed that first evening little
less than an hour, and when he got
up to 20 she made no effort to detain
him. The thing had been, as its I'M
broken surface could satisfy. a highly
successful hrst call. Before she let
him 60, though, she asked him how
long he was going to be In New York,
and on getting a very indeterminate
answer which offered a minimum OF
two OF three days" and a maximum
that could not even be guessed at, she
said:
81 hope you're not going to be too
dreadfully busy for Us to see q lot Of
each other. wish we might manage
it once every day."
That shook him; for a moment,
she thought the lightning was going
to strike. and stood very still holding
her breath, waiting for 1t.
But he steadied himself. said he
could certainly manage that II she
could. and, as the elevator came up In
response to her ring, said that he would
call her up in the morning at her ONCE.
AS she cuddled her cheek into the pill
low that night, Rose smiled her old,
wide smile. She was the happiest per-
son In the world.
That manner Of Rodney's lasted-rs-
Cured, at least, whenever Rose and
he were together-almost unaltered, for
two whole days. There was visit
of his to her workshop, where he H.
tened intently to her explanations ~
her tools and her working methoes.
There was a luncheon, Mt which, 0n-
wincing. he made her tell him the
whole story Of her success; and a
dinner and theater. after which he
brought her home In a taxi, and, hav-
ing told the chauffeur to wait, formal
~ escorted her to the elevator. But
with the last Of the next days light.
the ice broke up and the floods came.
She had taken him to a studio tea
In the upper sixties just or West End
avenue. the proprietors Of the studio
being a tousled, bearded, blond an
archist Of q painter and his exceed
ingly pretty. smart. Notwithstanding
wife.
The two men had instinctively drawn
controversial swords almost at sight
Of each other, and for the hour and .
half that they were together the com.
bat ragged nightly, to the unmixee
satisfaction Of both participants. Tas
feelings Of the bystanders were psr>
haps more diverse, but Rose, at least
enjoyed herself thoroughly. over seefnS
her husbands big. formidable. hnell
poised mind In action again. The talk
Of course, ranged everywhere: social
ism, feminism, law and its crimes
art. and the social mind.
II was half-past six or thereabouts
when they left the studio, and the late
May afternoon was at its ioveliest. =
want to walk" said Rose, "sfter that
tea, II Tn ever to want any dinner"
He nodded a little absently. she
thought, and fell In step beside her.
There was no mention at any tims of
their destination.
(To BE CoNTINUED)
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