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moved. But Carry trusted to the po-
liceman and sat still, smiling like a very
rainbow, both showery and bright.
But, after all, )" said Jack sheepishly,
sit is funny. I've said and sworn never
would marry a literary woman, and here
I've been and gone and done it. What
viii Hal sayf''
"Indeed, you haven't" Indignantly
returned Carry. "There is no certain
ty whatever that I'll marry you yet"
"O-hl There isn'tPn And Jack
whistled ironically-right there in the
Park, too.
al may refuse to marry book-keep-
er. I've always thought them as stupid
as owls. But who is Hal?'
"Another OWL" said Jack, with sim
full little witches about his mustache.
IS An owl who wanted me to come to
dinner with his step-cousin, two years
ago, and fall in love with her, because
she was pretty and literary; and
laughed him to scorn, on account of the
literature"
"What is his name, thought"
sinister Henry Hopp Weaver, of the
firm of Weaver & Wing, River Street,
Gotham
Carry gave little scream.
"My goodness! Jack. 1t was me.
Harry Weaver's mother was my step
cousin"
"Let us go home, said Jack, solemn
ly. "Fate can not harm me. am the
dust under her chariot-wheels, and the
heather may revile as they please.
shall be Mrs. PENIS husband to the
end of my days, and hug my chains at
that. Here lies Jonathan Penn"
"You absurd creature, :" laughed Car
ry, as they strolled away, pastthe police
man, who had not so much as winked
while all this went on.
So in due time they were married.
And the Weavers came to the wedding.
Jack endured much chatting, but did
not resent it half as much as Carry did.
And, after short tour during Jack s
vacation, they settled down to daily
life, quite content and happy, though
they were poor.
But because they were poor Carry in
sisted on keeping at work. She liked
her writing and she liked to help her
I,,.lo,J. ond Tool- boipr q UaparoIc
man, let her please herself, though he
watched over her health with extreme
vigilance, and if she looked pale or grew
nervous and sleepless, the tyrant di-
rectly turned the key of her desk, put
it in his pocket, AID walked off.
Things went on TRANQUILITY, even bliss
fully, for year. Jack grew more and
more fond of his wife, for Carry had
traits that developed on acquaintance !;
and her lover had never known half how
bright, gentle, and companionable she
was. But Jack also had reserves of
character, and one was an immense fund
of latent jealousy. Though, as yet, it
had never known what my poor old
friend, Md'lle Martel, used to call
devil-upment,' it was all there.
In Carry's new, happy, secure life
came fresh impulse TO her mind. Her
writings became more and more vivid
and interesting. She grew into notice,
and her relations with literary people
naturally led her into society. Every
body liked her. She was natural,
sparkling, and gracious, and attracted
both friends and admirers. Jack began
to be uneasy. He did not like to come
home and find the house redolent of
bouquets, tributes from Carry's friends,
among authors and editors, who had
soon found out her passionate love for
flowers. Neither did he care to
avail himself of sundry concert and
theater tickets politely proffered by
these same hands. And when
the long-expected novel went to press
Jack ground his teeth on the visits that
passed between his wife and her pub
fishers and was fit to tear his hair when
Mr.. Henry Plat, junior member of
Platt & Co., publishers, escorted Mrs.
Penn down seven squares in Broadway,
as the luck1ess husband well knew, eye
ing them from an omnibus which bore
him to the Jersey City Ferry, on bust
ness not to be delayed a moment.
Carry was charming. The fresh
spring weather lent a bloom, warm and
bewitching, to her fair face. Her dress
was dark and plain, to be sure; but il
was also stylish, and showed her ex.
quisite figure to advantage, and the
"fellow'' beside her was one of The
handsomest men in New York. How
many people turned to look at them
and how happy they seemed. Jack
would have liked to knock him down
then and there; but businessis business
and then those policemen! What self
control they teach-those tall creatures
with badges!
When Jack came home that night
Garry told him, with beaming eyes
how happy the day had been. Mr.
Henry Plat had come and taken her tt
a matinee at the Opera. House.
"Such music, Jack! l was perfect.
bewitched."
"H-m!" growled Jack.
"And liked Janausheck so very
much! You can't think! Mr.. Plat i
going to send us passes to their boz
next Tuesday, when she plays Lad!
Dedlock. The Platts are all going ava!
to funeral, so it will be empty"
Jack devoutly wished Mr.. Platt, Jr.
; was going to mis- own funeral; but hadn'
quite the heart to say so. However, NJ
such good luck happened. Mr.. Plat
was devoted to Garry till he went, TO
= the summer, to Long Branch; and then
when September came, and every bod.