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Reed, Myrtle, 1874-1911

"Old Rose and Silver"

I was hoping for it, until the wind changed. And," she
added, with her face turned away, "Colonel Kent was, too."
Some of the colour ebbed slowly back into the white, stricken face.
"That makes me feel," Rose breathed, "as if I hadn't been quite so
foolish as I've been thinking I was."
"Then keep the high heart, dear, for they mustn't suspect."
"No," cried Rose sharply, "oh, no! Anything but that!"
"It's hard to wear gloves when you don't want to," replied Madame, with
seeming irrelevance, "but it's easier when there are others. The Colonel
will need them, too--this is going to be hard on him."
"Does-he--know?" whispered Rose, fearfully.
"No," answered Madame, laughing outright, "indeed he doesn't. Did you
ever know of a man discovering anything that wasn't right under his
nose?"
"And I am safe with-with--"
"With everybody but Isabel. She may be foolish, but she's a woman, and
even a woman can see around a corner."
"Thank you for telling me," said Rose, after a little; "for giving me
time. It was like you."
"I'm glad I could, but remember, I haven't told you, officially.


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