The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1874-04-18

She acted so strangely of late in everything
affecting that escritoire? and why was she
to-day so distraught and absent-minded as to
forget her customary salutation? 1t was un-
All at once his eyes fell on the twisted bit
of paper in his hand, and he unfoded it. 1t
proved to be the blank side of a note sheet,
such as his wife used to jot down memoranda
before entering them in her journal. On it
was the inscription;
''Mem-Ed writes me, requesting inter-
view at his office. Saturday, 10th. He wants
proofs. Have answered, promising compli-
ance." s-t't---t-.--.
Mr.. Tapscott did not sink into chair; he
did not utter stifled moan; he did not al
low the paper to fall to the floor. He simply
looked sad, and said something. Whdt ne
said is neither here nor there; am sure the
readers would not wish me to record IL.
Then he read the words second Tune.
"And who the dickens is Ed?' he de-
manded. directing the question partly TO his
shaving glass and partly to vacancy. He
wants proofs, does he? '' By the powers, he
shall have them! Tll give him al the proof
he wants of one fact; that IT'S not safe to
cultivate the acquaintance of Mrs. Cadwalla-
der Tapscott without the cognlzance and con-
sent of her husband"
He folded the paper carefully and put it in
his portemonnae.
''No wonder she acted so oddly, CARRYING
this thing on under my very nose!' he added,
as he resumed his dressing. Saturday, ell ?''
The very day Of my appointment. Well, this
being OF primary importance, the other can
wait. The first instinct in married man, by
Jove! is self preservation lr-l
No sooner had her husband left the apart
ment then Mrs Tapscott burst into tears.
h. 10.
and brought her world of relief. Suddenly
she started up, bathed her eyes in cold water
and fastened to the floor below.
81 am wasting valuable time," she solilo-
quized. ''He carries tablets in his overcoat.
Who knows but they may contain the very
information want"
So saying she went to the hat-rack and be-
gan rifling the pockets of Cadwallader's sur
tout. The tablets were soon forth coming,
and under the head of Saturday was the in
scripton:
s'Afternoon-Miss Isabel Whitney, % Mar
celin Place."
Every lingering hope of her husbands in
nocence now vanished; every doubt was dis
PEELED. She must face the dread reality and
make the best OF it. a
Returning the tablets to their proper pock-
ct, Cynthia adjourned to the dining-room and
employed the ensuing interval in giving or
defs to the servants and looking after the din
her. When husband and wife next met both
were as calm as usual. and the evening meal
was taken as though nothing had happened.
or was about to happen, to destroy their do
mestic peace. If anything, they were more
twin-like than ever.
The following morning when MIR. Tarscot tt
entered the library, he beheld his wife engag-
ed in rea ling the advertisement columns of
the Messenger As soon as saw him she
made some excuse to lay the newspaper aside
and leave the room. His curiosity was now
on the alert, and he wss fortified against any
surprise after the developments of yesterday.
He bit his lips when he noticed that a certain
item among the Personals had been par
TALLY cut out. What did il mean?
ssWill meet YOU as per Yesterdays sMessen-
ger,'-C. T." nt
Nevertheless, to make assurance doublv
sure. he sent servant to find the snnnlement
Tor the previous day. She returned with the
mutilated COPY. Which had been stuffed awav
with pile Of Old papers down stairs
G. NJ T y, o,u papslS uown staiIs.
latation vor~ H. ,nIuaseu ~ announcer elacu-
hack INV ono inenUioneu ahttie way
'"oA.
70 % ont his w;f vas . over, anu ne prepared
him. with a womanes tpct shs a,oo n1 y,
direct their course thro,,.s M NJ nHasou W
and mast No 90 IT, 80 taaSSa iaoe,
Mmrcb ha,,d so,,oa Ia % n"nusoMo nouse
;nMw;tb hrow,, ston enae :ne one sue nve1
a;obt Of stans O".I iaInsS anu proau
name .Wh;tnev ), IN Lo ro uoUr pa.e wa .lle
se1This tho, i che plo t;i ~. ieIIels.
of tho 1vo,,,e Su1 ponueIeu' tne apoue
confidence from me- nas ~ s' tsa y nuS -
ton iron me. Oh, the wretch! And
tteun c'Used 50 violently that the very ex-
She alono nSi ~, ue "a LIZ oaqseG laint Dlss
wa, re :, rd,.a ~ up a. mel nuspand. ne, loo'
nresson an. .S n ha mo ",.e Win stlange eA
Snc;ad 2e an oh 90 nJi eye encountered MS she
ssCan n she en a,'aseo. color silgnS,y.
S;. shc suspect anyIhihg! ne was ask
lug niinSGil; que looks very curlously at the
house; l should IKE to whether she has re-
ce'sea any hint OF what is going on
Anu tnus tne PAIR moved along, their minds
actyely at work, but their lips silent. Short
~ az. .t malaS Oynthia requested her husband
W, W. p LII nel ~ an upward pound omnibus, and
o' s rn ~ a. continue hia ms walk alone.
cre Mlr ~ fh az ms once, CadWallader sent
to Obtain . yesterda1,s .ss VIII Instructions
price. The how ret1rnod u;tI h;s 49,. "ns
his emnjover onnJ The no T.n h t,ls uo9'y ana
pated. Ao n"o 'n''oi-
~
addition 'as anu nthar S Smo, ain as good at
drilled into me 1 he ' roas wnen IT is
"By the bv. this is what ma"e her 81 oo ;ncas;
tive YESTERDAY morning She .lmos+ dnnno
me into corner with her n,,o s' u mov
siderine the nosi+inn asairs luz ta,s O1n-
might have held her peace. Heiob 'ho' b oMu
little we men know ahont ,yon,oS liz n INV
how! If had not been 80 inferna,v n wr,, any
nv own project. I micbt have n;nno "i" Ps y,
in the bud.,' Pps1 -'o'
Well, Saturday came. The snn rovo .s
early and beamed as hriobtlv 40 ~, o+h oHo az
less eyentfuI DAYS. there was tba soma bell,
freshness in the atmosnhere. the same ' s1vay
in the tree bougbs. the same nin;ng notes
from the Threats of tiny spring sonpsters
When Mr.. Tapscott rose he looked as if he
had slept very little, and took view from his
window. When Mrs. Tapscott rose she
looked as if she had shared her husbands
wakefulness and proceeded to take cores
ponding view from the other window, Then
both passed some yawning comments on the
weather, and tried to appear sublimely un-
conscious OF approaching events, and each
secretly wondered how the other could be SO
cool under existing circumstances.
aney re5lred to their respective dressing
Iooi1s, ana adorned themselves for the dav.
~ was IKE making ones last toilet prior to
eAeGuIioh.
Next IN order came coffee, and rolls. and
Crolied cnops, and Tie disgusting necessity of
Forcing an aryDetife. Afterwards Mr.. Tan
Scout cn,,nplained of headache. and thonpht
De would not 90 to the office that morning
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