The Rose-Garden Husband

pression of Allan Harrington. He talked and acted, if a moveless man c

dies' school they had attended together. There was also a graceful, mincing white wolfhound which, contrary to the accepted notion of invalids' faithful hounds, didn't seem to care for his master's darkened sick-room at all, but fol

uture trustee's, she was never sure. The only sure thing was that it did not come from the groom.) She had borrowed a half-day from the future on purpose, though she did not want to go at all. But the reality was not bad; on

from classing her, in her mental card-catalogue, as a very perfect specimen of the Loving Nagger. She was lying back, wrapped in something gray and soft, when her visitors came, looking as if the lifting of her hand would

nts are the least bit negligent? I watch and watch them all the time. I tell Allan to ring for me if anything ever is the least bit wrong-I am always begging him to remember. I go in every night

the flow of Mrs. Harrington's

not, Mr. De Guenther can stop all my allowance. It wouldn'

s a good thought of mine. My husband always said I

gh she had made the suggestion herself, Phyllis's cheeks burned, and she was about to answer sharply. Then

ngs either, maybe. I'd just think about him.... I promise I'll look after Mr. Harrington's w

. "You look like-a good girl, and-and old en

om that," said P

ime, but I never can be sure.... And now you'd better see poor Allan. This is one of his good

s, dismayed. "Couldn't I

Phyllis felt dimly, though she tried not to, that through it all her mother-in-law-

nd guiding the wheel-chair. She was surprised to find herself shaking with fright. Just what she expected to find beyond the door she did not know, but i

rly the same as the whiteness of the couch-draperies. His hair, yellow-brown and waving, flung back from his forehead like a crest, and his dark brows and

ling," said his mother. "The young la

d his eyelids and

he said

f out of breath, but still full of that unrebuffable, loving energy and

n those empty, listless tones. "

eemed not at

ration, and pity, eliciting no answer at all. Phyllis wondered how it would feel to have to lie still and have that done to you for a term of yea

away, back to the room they had been in before. Phyllis sat and let

one before Mrs. Harrington had finished her permission. She darted into the da

u to listen to me. You know, don't you, that your mother plans to have me marry you, for a sort of inter

te lids half-

re quiet and trustworthy, or De Guenther wouldn't have sent you. I

s and the subject

temper-impulse, she moved back on him. "And let me tell you," she added, half-laughing, half-impertinently, "tha

one very far with his reply. But he had not cared

, that somehow she had seen his eyes. They had been a l

Harrington slipped a solitaire diamond into her hand as she went, instead of disliking it she enjoyed its feel on her finger, and the flash of

De Guenther. Only at the foot of the De

elightful," she said