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TO-DAY'S SHORT STORY.] A Honeymoon…

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TO-DAY'S SHORT STORY.] A Honeymoon Quarrel. [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] They were on their honeymoon, and it had not been a success—indeed, anything1 but a. pleasant time. Who, or whioh of them, was t to blame for this it would be impossible to say; doubtless, the wife blamed the husband, and the husband blamed the wife. The two were seated in the handsomely- furnished drawing-room of a large villa, I facing the blue waters of the still Mediter- ranean, with a clear moonlit sky overhead. "Do you care to go to the opera to-nijht?" he asked; It will pass the time," she replied, indif- ferently; "and you have tickets." "Oh! never mind the tickets," he returned "Perhaps you would prefer to remain heio and rest quietly; it is very pleasant." Very jpleasant," the repeated, ironically, to 6it here with the choice of staring either at you or the wall paper. Some people say you are ófood-lookillg, out-" Her lip curled sarcastically, which he saw, and frowned. "There is tbe sea," he remarked. "Yes; it's very interesting-. I suppcue you will go in any case?" she asked, smothering a yawn. Their eyes met. In hers was a mocking light; in his keen penetration, but he aid not 6pE.ak. "Well," she said, "don't look eo blue. Silence is, of course, g lden. Why not take a stroll along the promenade? it's livelier there. Possibly you would not feel so bored." I might not," he answered gravely. "HUimands and wives are not expected to amuse each other," slu1 returned. Fortu- nately, that oae thing which does not come undesr the category of matrimonial duties; it is not mentioned in the marriage service, ae far as I recollect. It's a good thing we are not expected to try, for the result in our case would be failure." He rose with an impatient movement, and as he walked towards the room door said: If you intend c'o-n? to th? opera, it is time for you to drssi." Left alone, a cm 10.13 ..mile played across her features for a moment; and settled lines of pain showed in the ironical curve of her liP- The pallid light of the mojn fell athwart her face, which, although not faultless in its beauty, was yet singularly fascinating. For a time she became lost in a reverie. She was wondering if people who for love were in any degree- happier or more miseraGle than she was. There was a new finger, a. Madam Latima, at the opera that night, a beautiful woman, with a voice of marvellous power, and she f2.W that her husband was fascinated, for his eyes were fixed on the actress. He was no longer bored, and his face had lo.st that look of indifferenc? that irritated her so. Only once did he address her, and that was to "Do you not think Madam Latima has a most wonderful voice?" Oh, beautiful—perfectly delightful." she returned with exaggerated enthusiasm and unnecessary emphasis. Jealousy had clasped its chill finger round her heart, and it was with the utmost diffi- culty she oould sit calmly and listen to the singing of Ma-dam Latima. They drove home to the villa in eilence, for the aggravating husband made no further remarks about the singer. Next morning at breakfast she asked: "Per- ohal. -how much longer are we to stay here?" You would possibly like to see the Car- nival, Irene?" "Oh! the Carnival. Not much, but still we'll stay-only I am afraid ycu will find it dull." 1}..11! Do you really think so?" She felt his eyes were searching her face, and there was something in hie look that sient the blood to her cheeks. Well, I suppose it is monotonous for both of us. At any rate, it is deceiving to others.' And she laughed aggravatmgly. "They think we are a devoted couple." "Tiien, why not Kt them continue to thiDk ha replied calmly, and with an indif- ference that always raided her anger. "Oh! it doesn't matter, of course, not in the slightest degree. They would not under- stand if we told them that we had been mar- ried by a reluctant, if mutual, consent. An ironical curl of the lip, and she added, "I do not remember if you even proposed "Ves, I did, and you accepted me," 1è returned, wi-th the same dalm indifference. Her eyes blazed. I wish now I had been wise and said no," sho answered. He did not reply, but buried himself in the 'Times." She was young, beautiful, rich, and dressed charmingly. He was good-looking, poor, but heir to a baronetcy. Their people had arranged everything. Hi* mother and hars had been specially eager, and the marriage had taken place by mutual consent. A long silence, when she said ag'ain. and with sarcasm: "Do you know, I really believe there a.re people who think ours was a love match. One a friends are so wise. Now, if it had been a love match, there are people who would say that you married me for my Very well. you need say no more. I can finish the sentence for myself." The tame day they were seated in the gar- dens, when Irene said suddenly and care- lessly "1 forgot to say that I had written to dearest mamma asking her to come and stay with me. She has never been in the Riviera." An ominous silence, then ho said abruptly You might at least have had the common courtesy to consult me." "Why should I consult you? I tell you, Percival, time haji-ge so heavy that I must invite someone." Irene, you might havø chosen somebody else." Her mather was no favourite of his. I prefer dearest mamma to all the world. fthe loves me. I won't be lonely after her arrival. I shall go everywhere with her," ehe concluded enthusiastically. "Yon are complimenta.ry to me," he re- turned. "There is no reason," she said defiantly, "why you should not go your way and I mine? As we are married we have to make the beat of it." Or the worst of it," he added. Her lip curled sarcastically. "We are living such an amicable life that there is no reason why we should cons-alt each other. Do you "I see perfectly," he replied. "Irene, ao you ever look forward to a time when you won't regret our marriage?" I She averted her face, but did not speak, and tt the same moment her eyes lighted on Madam Latima, who happened to be passing. Your divinity with the wonderful beauty and the marvellous voice," she said f",arcasti. oally. He glanced at the actress, but did not trpeak. Madam Latima was not so attractive off the stage as on. That night Irene went out alone to post a letter. Somewhat surprised at this un- n'11al proceeding. Per' iva 1 g,aid nnothíng, ut ail a considerable time elap. ed and she did not return he became alarmed, and went out in search of her. He had made his wav to the Post Office and sojiie distance beyond it without obtain- ing any trace of his wife. Suddenly he saw her on the opposite side of the street, talking in a very earnest manner to a man who was wearing a long light overcoat. IIe stood watching them for some time, when he saw her part with the stranger, then hasten away along the street toward the villa. When he entered Irene was seated in the drawing-room serene and innocent-looking. He was very- pale, and there were hard, set lines about his month. Your letter took a considerable time to jfost." he said, standing some little distanoe apart from her. Her lip curled slightly, and her voice had that tone that always aggravated him as ehe said: "You cannot mean me to believe that you regretted my absence or longed for my return?" It is my duty to take care of you," he replied, his features calm and set. "Unfortunately, it is. I am sorry yiou are tied so closely to me. Are you?" she asked, her lip curling ironically as before. He did not answer her question, but said: "Aiarmed at your long absence, I went out in search of you." A shadow passed across her features. after a brief silence she replied: Percival, I want you to do something for me. Will you promise to do it?" I promise to do it if I can," he returned. She, moved uneasily, glanced at his pale, set features, then began: Before I—I met you there was someone etee who was very fond of me. I could not marry him because he was a gambler and all that. He is in want and in trouble. I want to send him m<>ney-£500, Will you do this for me?" Your money is your own, to do with as you please," he said sternly. He has promised to reform, and this money will srive him a start. I know he will keep his word to me, for he did love me." it you or your money he loved?" came back in reply. The mote is in your own eye. C«a»t it out fliwt." she retorted. He had been calm until now, but at her words burst into a perfect fury of anger. I wish to heaven you could lüõe your money. I would soonfr break stones on d. road for a. living than have your gold Hung in my face every day I did marry you for your money, and don't oa-re who knows it. But, to tall the truth. I wooki change places •m £ h the pocgrwt jRaaeHifc iE ib& country if I could forget that I had ever seen your face." And do you think," she said, her eyes flashing, "tha/t a woman will ever forgive such an insult. If you have no shame, I have self-respect, even though bound to a man who declare he married me for my money." While she was speaking he had averted his face, and when he looked at her again she was sobbing bitterly. "Oh! li ene! Irene!" he cried. His arms were round her, and she buried her face on his breaist. Quick as the sunshine comes after April showers, smile-s followed her tears, and the cloude, vanished. "You will send this money, Percival," she said. Yes, darling." And ycu will never be cross with your dearest Irene again? Promise me." "Never! Sweetheart, I swear it. A long pause, after which the repentant and forgiven husband asked: When do you expect mamma to arrive?" She raised her eyes to his face as she a nr-nvered Do you know, Percival, dear, I forgot to poet the letter."

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