The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1876-10-04

walking costume, started out on her
shopping tour, to meet at the silk coun-
ter Mrs. Godfrey Coddington, carelessly
tossing over rare pieces OF evening
silk.
ct am so delighted to have your
taste on my new silks, my dear Mrs.
Tremayne. Do tell me which you pre-
fer, the salmon, or the pearl blue, or
this SUMNER pink2 I intend to have a
couple Of them for Hastings"
Hastings!
Mrs. Tremayne's cheeks glowed.
II hope to see you at the shore, Mrs.
Coddington, and in either this exquisite
maize or silver pink"
$50 you will be there2 Do join our
party-only Godfrey and sister Blanche
and Nellie Bellburn and I-for next
Thursday week. Have you engaged
rooms2 What shall you get newa"
It was certainly very delightful to be
talked to thus, but, once home, there oc-
Cured little qualms of conscience, az,
very, very gradually, she felt herself
drawn into arrangements she knew were
lar beyond her reach.
And yet she consented to Mrs. God
dington's kind offer that Mr.. Codding-
ton should secure rooms for her with
his party.
She made up her mind that the ele-
CANT stock Of clothes that two hours ago
she thought needed only little renova
tion and small addition to make it oil
that was necessary, would not do at ell.
And 80, besides the money her hus'
band had given her being spent in the
dozen and one triling accessories that a
we'll dressed toilette demands, there was
folded away in q seldom used compart-
ment Of Mrs. Tremayne's pocketbook an
unreceipted bill for fifty pounds, made
out to Mr.. Ellis Tremayne.
Effie's blue eyes were dancing and her
cheeks flushed when she was set down
with her parcels from Mrs. Coddington's
carriage at her door.
She had time and to spare before Ellis
came in to the FIVE o'clock dinner to look
over her purchases, that after all seemed
very few and small considering that hor-
rid bill in her pocketbook, that she
dreaded to show her husband, for all the
fusled gayety of her manner.
"Ah, is there any need to tell him
now2" she reasoned, while she removed
her walking suit and donned lovely
black tissue. Not the slightest use to
tell him before I 60 away. He'll only
make fuss, and I do hate q fuss.
Besides, after I'm home again, perhaps
can save it out of the house money"
So she quieted her conscience with
the hopefully specious promises, and
the next day, finding it impossible to
get ready by herself in time to 60 with
Mrs. Coddington's party, was obliged to
employ the services of high priced
dressmaker, whose bill for her work she
tucked away in her pocketbook also, and
thus swelled the Indebtedness of her
husband to be paid when she returned.
All, when she returned.
If she had only known, as she kissed
her daintily hidden hand to her husband
as he stood watching her off. with look
in his eyes that was mingled love, stern
ness, pride, annoyance and harassing
worry.
"One of the prettiest women at the
seaside, and certainly the best dressed.
She must be a bankers wife, at the
least. Who did you say you understood
she was :"
Ola Mr.. Wingfeld put up his eyeglass
as Mrs. Tremsyne went by, fair to see
as lily, in her carriage dress of tender
cream tint, with her lace covered, pink
lined parasol making faint rosy shades
on her clear blonde face and brilliant
golden hair.
"She is Mrs. Ellis Trenayne, from
London, with the Coddington's, I be-
lieve, and putting up at the Parade. A
regular beauty, isn't chez"
Mr.. Wingfeld put his eyeglass slowly
back, staring after the Coddington car
riage.
"Mrs. Ellis Tremayne. I suppose
her husband is here2"
"Not that know of. Indeed, think
I heard young Bellburn say he was IN
able to leave his business-s bookkeeper
or something, believe, for firm in the
city"
Mr.. W;ngfeld arose from his chair
with an old smile on his face.
"Mrs. Tremayne must either be mis-.
tross of the wonderful economy ol
making pound travel both ways, 0,
else"-
A boy with yellow envelope tapped
him on the arm.
"Oh, a telegram; from my son, 1 pre-
sumo. Wait q minute2"
He deliberately adjusted his glasses
and then opened the dispatch.
"Come at once. Everything trace6
to T.. JAS. WINaFIELD."
And as he returned the paper to the
envelope he looked up to see Mrs. Ire
mayne dashing by again, her face radi
ant with pleasure and excitement Of
Bellburn talked and laughed with her.
y
The pretty little house seemed sc
lonely and deserted after Effie had gone
and Ellis Tremayne threw himself
YEARLY on the lounge in her boudoir
his face wearing marks of strangely
contorted encouragement and excite
ment.