The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-04-22
THE ROSE-GAR-
DEN HUSBAND
By MARGARET WIDDEMER
Copyrighted, j. B. Lippincott company.)

she had seer his eyes. They hat
been a little like the ~wolfhound's, F;
sort of wistful gold brown.
For some reason she found tina
Allan H~arrington's attitude Of abso
lutte detachment made the whole af
when Mrs. Harrington slipped a soil
taire diamond into her hand as she
went, instead OF disliking it she en-
joyed its feel on her fingers. and the
flash of it in the light. She thanked
Mrs. Harrington for it with real
gratitude. Bat it made her feel more
than ever engaged to marry her
nlotherinlaw.
She walked home rarner silently
with Mrs. De Guenther. Only at the
foot OF the DE Guenther steps, she
made one absent remark.
He must have been delightful
she said, when he was aliye!"
VI.
After a week of the old busting,
dusty hard work, the Liberty Teach
er'S visit to the De Guenthers' and
the subsequent one at the Harring-
tons, and even her sparkling white
ring, seemed part OF a queer story
she had finished and put back on the
shelf. The ring was the most real
thing, because it was something of
a worry. She didn't dare to leave 1T
at home, nor did she want to wear
it. She finally sewed it up in a
chamois bag that she safety pinned
under her shirt waist. Then she dis.
missed it from her mind also. Theirs
is very little time in Liberty Teach
er's life for mediation. Only once in
a while would some to her the vision
of the wistful Harrington wolfhound
following his inadequate patch of
sunlight, or of the dusky room where
Allan Harrington lay inert and white,
and looking like a wonderful carved
statue On a tomb.
She began to do a little to her
clothes. but not very much, because
she had neither time nor money. Mr..
De Guenther had wanted her to take
some money in advance, but she had
refused. She did not want it till size
had earned it, and, anyway, it would
have made the whole thing so real.
Il knew, that she would have
backed out.
"And it isn't as if were going to
I lover" she defended herself to
Mrs. De Guenther with a little wistful
smile. Nobody will know what
have on, any more than they do
now"
Mrs. De Guenther gave a scandal
lzed little cry. Her attitude was de-
terminedly that it was just an or
binary marriage, as good an excuse
for sentiment and pretty frocks as
any other.
My dear child" she replied firm
~. you are going to have one pretty
frock and one really good street suit
now, or l will know why! The rest
you may get yourself after the we'd
ding, but you must obey me in this.
Nonsense! you can get a half day, as
you call it. perfectly well! What's
Albert in politics for, il he can't get
favors for his friends.
And in effect 1t proved that AL.
bert was In politics to some rpose
for orders came up from the Heads
office within 20 minutes after Mrs.
De Guenther had used the telephone
on her husband, that Miss Braith-
waite was to have a half day imme-
diately-as far as she could make
out, IN order to transact city affairs!
She felt as II the angels had told
her she could have the last fortnight
over again, as a favor. or something
OF h sort A half day out Of turn
was something nobody had eve
heard OF. She was even too sur
prised to object to the frock part Of
the situation. She tried to stand
out a little longer, but it's q very
stoical young woman who IAN re-
fuse to have pretty clothes bought
for her, and the end Of 1t was a seat
in a salon she had always considered
SO expensive that you scarcely ought
to look in the window.
Had it better be a black suit?"
asked Mrs. De Guenther doubtfully.
as the tall lady in floppy charmeuse
hoyered haughtily about them, ex-
pecting orders. 1T seems horrible
to buy mourning when dear Angela
is not yet passed away, but it would
only be showing proper respect; and
| remember my own dear mother
planned all Dur mourning outfits
while she was dying. It was quite
"a pleasure to her"
Phyllis kept her face straight, and
slipped one persuasive hand through
her friends arm. 81
Il don't believe I could buy mourn.
Ing, dear" she said. "And-oh. IL
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