Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1874-04-09
aMy goodness, Cynthia! How did you

my goodness, Cynthia! How did you
! find that out w
Never mind the method; the fact is all
| sufficient. When you shall have answered
NM question, l will yours" She composed
| herself in q rocking-chair and met her
husbands gaze quite fearlessly.
"If you are resolved TO know, / viii.
tell you. My business profits nave in
creased so within year that / felt able
TO support more stylish establishment
than this. have had my eye on 20 Mar
celin place for month or more, learning
that Miss Whitney was thinking Of rent
| ing it, A day or two ago saw her ad.
vertisement IN the Messenger. II. was the
same morning that you were so very, rery
/ pressing with your interrogatories." His
| lip curled slightly and he paused.
$50 on, please"
"Well, / hurried down there directly
after breakfast, but the house was not to
| be shown to visitors till to-day. Never
| theless, | have the refusal Of it, IL | con-
tinue to like 1t after due inspection
| "Why did you not say something TO
me about all this? You don't know how
| your behavior has worried me-"
Il wanted to keep the secret as sur
prise for our anniversary. Now are you
satisfied ?"
Mrs. Cadwailader gave no direct re-
| ply, but tossed into her husbands lap a
| roll of oblong strips Of paper, with print
| ing on one side, and cabalistic pencil
marks on the margin.
"sEd' stands for editor and there are
the proofs I" she exclaimed, triumphant
ly. "This, also, was originally intended
| for surprise on anniversary day"
Cadwallader grasped the loose sheets
eagerly, and ran his eye over them; they
looked very like novelette, for the Ladies'
Literary Visitor.
"Then you didn't correspond with the
editor or any one else through the Mes
senger'"
"Of course not. Why should /? Every
line that has passed between us is up
stairs at your disposal"
He walked to the fireplace and threw
something on the Goals.
"What are you burnings" asked his wife.
A couple of newspaper scraps, that's
all, Cynthia. Pm BRUTE"
Mrs. Tapscott did not see at first any
obvious connection between the two
propositions. But suddenly remote
possibility suggested itself to her mind.
She glanced downward at something in
her hand
&C. TT" she inquired, sent entiously.
&C. t." was the equally sententious
reply.
Whereupon it seemed that she had
something to burn.
And their mutual distrust vanished up
the chimney with the smoke of the little
conflagration.
About one O'Clock comes knock at
the library door. 1t is unheeded.
SO Bridget announces lunch through
the key-hole, and HES her to the kitchen
with mouth wide open to report this seven
days wonder to the cook. The latter
experienced functionary bids her return
10 the floor above, close her mouth, and
open her eyes and ears She obeys; but
the only extraordinary occurrence all
lunch.time is when master pours out the
sherry, rises, glass in hand, and speaks to
the following effect:
"On our wedding-day, my love, we
made resolution number one, the sub
stance of which need not repeat. Here's
success to resolution number two: That
the word Personal be henceforth erased
from the vocabulary Of the Tapscott
family"
"But what shall we do for substitute p"
asks mistress, with her wine halfway to
her lips.
"Use especial or Individual or
some other synonymous TERM" says
master.
And then they pledge each other
GaIary