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In response it sent its very capable field worker, Miss Jeannette Rankin, who went with the executive officers of the league to Tallahassee. Its president, Mrs. Roselle C. Cooley, said in her report: "The House of Representatives decided to hear us in a Committee of the Whole, at an evening session. In this case it meant the whole House, the whole Senate and the whole town.
Indy returned with a small hat of honey-colored straw and a soft white- silk mantilla. The former she drew upon the girl's head and wrapped the shawl about the slim shoulders. "Now," she pronounced decisively, "we're going to find your papa." She led Rosemary Roselle toward the outer door. Elim found his cap in the hall and followed them down the bricked steps to the street.
Roselle found him dull. They lunched, and talked, and the talk had to have a silly meretricious flavour in it which tired him further; in the afternoon they walked on the front; and they went to another hotel for tea. There was a blaring band and much noise and laughter from all the pleasure-people.
"That's what I feel; that we haven't met just to part. You're wonderful. You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met." "And you you've never told me anything about yourself, Osborn." "There's nothing to tell." He had Marie's last letter in his breast-pocket at that moment, and as Roselle stirred against him he heard the slight crackling of the paper.
"If you'd rung me up, dear," said Osborn to his wife, "I should have been charmed to take you anywhere you liked." "And broken your appointment with me!" Roselle supplied suddenly, and the gage was down between the two women. Roselle Dates eyed the wife warily and feared her. And the measure of her hate matched that of her fear.
He was horrified; then his newer spirit utterly possessed him, he didn't care; he nodded his long solemn head. Rosemary Roselle turned toward him with a cool stare that was lost in irresistible ringing peals of laughter. "Oh!" she gasped; "what a face for a compliment. It was just like pouring sirup out of a vinegar cruet."
He remembered with some self-gratulation those hours spent with her in the blue Runaway with its silver fittings; Roselle in her fur coat and the purple velvet hat crushed close, in a cheeky fashion, over her night-black hair; and people turning to look at them both. He had seen in men's faces as they passed that they thought him a lucky fellow.
"Where are you going, Roselle?" "Home," she answered venomously. He put her in, paid the driver and gave the direction. "I'm sorry you had not quite finished your lunch," he said perfunctorily, looking in.
The last year how mad and jolly it had been for the greater part! It had been a great piece of folly and a great piece of fun, travelling about with a lovely woman like Roselle Dates; it was a situation which half the men he knew would have envied him.
He did not know how much his wife knew nor what might be her summing up; he did not know that during the night Roselle had slept upon the problem of himself and had concluded he was too good to lose; he did not understand in the least what motives were actuating these two women; the flaming and insolent resentment of Roselle at the other's mere presence; the calm and pretty pose of his wife.
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