Guy Kenmore's Wife and The Rose and the Lily

The soft locks that hung about her forehead were all wet and dabbled with eau de cologne, and Elaine bent over her with the face of a pitying angel, bathing her cheeks and t

Mr. Kenmore was walking slowly up and down with his han

tter," he s

elmingly over Irene, and she t

ing to lean in her trouble on the grand strength of

me yet," Elaine answe

return within the hour!" Ir

ngly. "You know you said to-night, Irene, that when men wen

in his speaking eyes. He laid his strong white hand lightly on hers. She could not unde

e same gentle tone at which she had wondered so much,

k blue eyes to his

child, I have been talking to your sister," he said. "I think-

Irene answered not a word. He went on, holdin

k our bonds without exposing ourselves to a notoriety that would be galling alike to the pride of the Br

aused, sensitively, while her cheeks grew v

ewspaper notoriety that would be galling to our pride and a death-blow to sensitiveness. I own that I am proud," a deep flush coloring his face for a moment

id, in a low, strange voice that sounded very womanl

heir child's play," he said. "Well, no matter, let us make the best of it.

f a lover. Irene, though she had never been w

-that way," she said, "

o begin with a little aversion," he ans

to Bertha,

to you," h

ke some tall, fair goddess in her shimmering pearl-

id. "Believe me, he has made the wisest d

ish to be married

" Elaine answered, with a

doom upon her head, struggled up to a sitting posture. The sweet

comes. He shall tell me what is best. Oh, it cannot be right that two lives should be spoiled by such a

voice in the door-way. "He belongs to me, Ir