Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-08-13


"Hugh!" she Notwithstanding |
at first, then urgently-"Hugh"
"Yes. dear"
She turned hel face toward his
where it lay beside her. She was only
partially awake as yet, her eyes were
still closed; but the hand on the cover
let crept up softly toward him, ilutter-
ed over his face, rested one moment
caressngly on the brown curls, then,
with long contented sigh, her arm
stole around his neck.
Husband, kiss mel"
"His presence has saved her." was
my menttI comment; "there is nothing
now to fear;" and, unnoticed, l left the
room.
Chilled and cramped with the long
sitting after the nights journey, was
not sorry TO find the sitting room
bright with lamp and freight, the ket-
tie singing on the hob, breakfast as
comfortably laid out for two as if the
hour had been nine instead of six, ard
Mrs. Merton rs neat and fresh and
trim IA il that midnight tragedy had
been all dream. Let cavilists sneer
as they can, there is nothing for man
like wife, if she be good one. / n.y.
self may have had my doubts on the
subiect-wives are but women after
all, and must therefore be trying at
times, even the best of them. But
certainly had no doubts whatever as
stretch out my feet to the blaze. and
resigned myself cheerfully to being
petted and waited on.
"Well?" questioned Mrs. Merton,
when my creature comforts had all
been duly attended TO, and not before.
/ told her how matters stood: she was
delighted.
And so they are fond of each other,
after all; and his being unkind to her
and her poor little baby was only de-
lusion. How dreadful! How delightful.
] mean! Poor feliow-so young and
handsome and nice! felt so sorry for
him"
He must have travelled down in the
same train as she did"
"Oh, 40; he told me all about it. He
had been summoned up to town on
business, and left home yesterday
morning. In the evening the nurse
left her, as she thought, asleep, to fetch
something from the kitchen"
Have gossip there, you mean"
John" solemnly, 'you don't like
nurses, you know YOU dOn'tr'
my dear, | am a married man, and
moreover, an NJ. ID. A well-balanceC
mind must hate somebody or some
class of bodies; and, as a rule, medica
men hate nurses
Nonsense, John! Well, Mrs
Tremayne got away while the nurse
was downstairs, and, being traced t(
the station. where she had taken
ticket to london. Captain Tremayn,
was telegraphed to, and was stopped
as he got into the train on his way
home. Some one must have seen yol
leave the station"
''As he came to look for her here
somebody must have brought him; tive
came TO the door"
lit will be all right now that he ha
found her, and is fond of her; she viii
get quite well, and he will only have t,
comfort her for the loss of her poo
little baby"
wipe my pen, blot the MSS, an,
rise. My story is done, and, as it i
the first, so will it probably be the las
of which / shall be guilty.
Mrs. Merton looks up from the glov
she is mending. The story done
Why, all you have written is only tn
beginning of the end! You could nc
surely have the heart to break off i
that unsatisfactory manner. Not
word about Captain Tremayne's graf
tude or the hamper they sent us 9
Christmas, or the birth of their litti
son last year, and the pretty way i
which she coaxed you to be godfather