The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-05-13
THE ROSE-GAR-
DEN HUSBAND
BY WIDDEMER
cossrsaas ss :. p. L,apsoeott Co.

rs really for me. Aud-t can't hell
being good to him. It's only common
Humanity. L vas never so sorry for
anybody in my life-you'd be, too
! II 1t were MIR. De Guenther!"
She Thought her explanation was
complete. But she must have said
something hat she did not realize,
for Mrs, De Guenther only laughed
her little tinkling laugh again. and
as is the fashion of elderly people
kissed her.
Il woelld, indeed, my dear" said
she.
CHAPTER X
Allan Harrington lay in his old at
IFluae on his couch in the darkened
day room. his tired. clear cut face
q little thrown back, eyes half closed.
He was not thinking of anything or
any one especially; merely wrapped
in q web of the dragging, empty. gray
half thoughts OF WEAKNESS in gen
eral that had hung about him so
many years. Wallis was rot there.
Wallis had been with him mitch less
lately. and he had scarcely seen
Phyllis for a fortnight; or, for the
matter of that. the dog, or any one
at all. Something was going on, he
supposed. but he scarcely troubled
himself TO wonder what. The girl
was doubtless making herself bou-
doris or something of the sort in a
new part Of the house. He closed
his eyes entirely. there in the dusky
room, and let the rel of dreary, gray,
forfliess thought wrap him again.
Phyilis's gay, sweetly carrying
voice rang from outside the door:
1.-THE $3.50. then, Wallis, and I feel
as if l were going to steal Charlie
Ross, Well"
On the last word she broke off
and pushed the sitting room door
softly open and slid in. She walked
in a ~pussy-cat fashion which would
have suggested to any one watching
her a lark burden on her conscience.
She crossed straight to the couch,
looked around for the chair that
should have been by it but wasn't,
and sat absently down en- the floor.
She liked floors.
Allan" she said.
Ne answer.
Allan Harrington
sGll none. Allan was half ssieep
o. what did instead, in one OF his
distracted raooas.
"Ail-an Harrington
This tine she reached up and
pulled at his heavy SIX sleeve as she
spoke.
Yes" said Allan c~ourteously. as if
from an infinite distance.
Would you mind" asked Phyllis
gu:Ielessiy. "ff walia-we-mored
you-a iittie7 I ran tell you all about
everything. unless you'd rather not
aave the full details Of the plan-
Anything" said Allan YEARLY
from he depths OF his gray cloud:
oa5 ioira uotner me aoour NJ
Phyllis jumped to her feet, a whiri
OF gay blue skirts and cheerfulIy
tossing blu feathers. "Goodby. dear
Crusader" she said with a catch in
her voice that might nave been either
a laugh or a sob. THE next. time
you see me you'll probably hate mel
Waliis.n
Wallis appeared like the Slave Of
the Lamp. It's all right. Wallis"
she said. and ran. Wallis proceeded
couch into the bed room
IL you're going to be moved,
you'd better be dressed a little heavi-
er, sir" he said with the same ami
able guiieiessness, If the victim had
noticed it, which Phyllis mad
Used from her seat on the floor not
long before.
Very WE'LL said Allan resignedly
from his cloud. And Wallis proceed
ed to suit the action to the word.
Allan let him go on in unnoticing
silence till 1t came to that totally UNI
familiar thing these seven years. a
stand-up collar. A shingly new
linen collar of the newest cut, al
beautiful golden brown knit tie, a
gray suit
What 9 earth" inquired Allan.
awakening from his lethargy. II
don't need a collar and tie to keep
me from getting cold on a Journey
across the house. And where did
you get those clothes? They look
new"
Wallis laid his now fully dressed
master back to q reclining nnsitien-
ne had been propped ap-and tucked
q handkerchief into the appropriate
Grant & Monkeys. sir. where you
always deal" And he wheeled the
couch pack to h day room, oyer to
ITS very door.
~ did not occur to Allan. as he
was being carried downstairs by