The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-05-21

"Of Egypt
mo no; T don't aean,tbe Ensdiive. Th
| Shah"
"The Shah reigas-in Persia. Caddy
"H'm, you're quite right; 3 don't NEAR
the Shah, either, do ~ Fact is; D am ii
somew hat of a harry, this morning, and
my ideas are little bewlldered,"
AT this moment relief appeared in the
person of Bridget, who announced tha
breakas was on the'table Her husband
speedily intrenching4 himseif behind :
coffee. cup, Mrs. Tapseott raised the siege
There was no use, howe ven in telling bel
such nonsense about Chinese dispatches
she knew very weA that if the Khedive
or the Shah, or his>Celestial Efulgence
the Emperor of ali the Chinas, 6gured
anywhere in that mornings Messenger
it was in the capacity, neither Of ad7er-
tiser nor of advertised! The story was
merely ruse of beg acknowledgement
upon ito hide something from,her. Re-
calling all the trifflng peouliarities in his
recent conduct, and putting this and that
together, her curiosity reoeivedia sudden
impetus. 1t was the first time g. mystery
had ever thrust etself between them; and
TO probe it she was-determined,
In due season breakfast was ooneluded,
and Mr.. Tapscott started for his Office.
His wife had 40 sooner said, "Good-by,
Caddy; come up early" and kissed him,
and shut the door behindi him. with the
most bewitching reluctance. than her
whole appearance was altered. I'M an in
slant, and she strobe back to the library
like q woman bent on some desperate
Selling the Messenger, she
swept its advertising columns with pen
Grating glance. Presently her fingers
relaxed their hold; the sheet fell to the
floor, and she sank back int q chair with
a stified moan. The followiag personal"
caught her eye: 80
&c. T. Meet me at the CID PLACE on
Saturday: Two p. M"
The sickeaing horror tha5 had at first
her now gave way to very
different ernotion-that of jealous indig-
nation.
Saturday Two p. m.nMot if i can pre-
vent it." She procured a pair of scissors,
and cut the paragraph oat.
Then she proceeded to- her own room,
opened her escritoire, and lifted num-
Der Of papers. AS she stood gazing at
these, hen bearing was changed again :.
Sadness took the place Of violence.
perhaps this blow is a judgment on
me, afte9 all, for haviag nay secret from
him." she unused, half aloud. II ought
not to have done it, after our mutual un-
derstandlng; but the seRsptation was great.
1t is too late to retreat Low, however; |
will finish what have begun. though my
heat break"
With this she too1 her seat at the desk
and worked steadily FOR several hours
only oncs to partake of light
lunch. She Yves ssill busily writing W len
she heard her husbands fnotstep in the
entry. She rose haarriedly, and tried to
close and lock the folding leaf, but had
not succeeded In doing SO when Cadwal-
lader entered the room. He noticed hen
agitation, but stopped to pick up to0n
piece of note-paper which had fallen 40
the floor, and stood tw,rl;ng it in AIS
fingers as he inquired:
well, Cynthia, what's the matter
Aren't you going to bid me welcome.
came home early on purpose to please
you"
Standing shere in that quiet, expectans
attitude, | doubt whether the most critic
al physiogaomist would have detected in
his appearance an Indication of craft OF
guile. In his cool, pasaionless gray eye
lurked NO suspicious CLEAN and the
lines about his large mouth were drawn
as evenly as ina pre-raphaelite picture,
Mrs. Tapscott advanced mechanically and
kissed him. Esa
as anything wrong. my love ?" he ask
ed anxlously. o4aH a
r. Cynthia's heart was beating wildly,
but she endeavored to control her voice,
and answered with as much unconcern as
possible :aaea 7stfF a@s'a1 antfad
i. Nothing, thank you" 4saaa BE-
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