Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-08-02

sion Of cornterance which somehow
made Mrs. Abel Percy feel a. IL she
were shrinking like vlthered walnut
IN its shell.
ayes. I know said Plume. But
yoo need not be afraid; an, no tale
bearer. 10 make mischief il any ones
family
Mrs- Percy felt very uncomfortable
after this little conversation bad terrni-
mated.
"Hov she did look at mer' thought
Mrs- Percy. Bat / only spoke the
truth, after all We can't Be burdened
With her support, let Abel talk - be
plsasss- And, no matter what she says.
believe she has been an actress No
one bet an actress could ever put On such
royal ways ~ that"
Half an hsuf aftervard, when the bell
rang. and some one inquired for Mrs.
Oswald Percy, Mrs. Absi nodded her
bead 10 the cake she was taking oct OF
the oven.
Company already" said shs, and
gentlemen company, - live. Wei. II
this 10 the way she intends 70 90 on. the
sooner she suits herself With Q situation
the better"
Nn. Percy bad been secretly anxious
for an opportunity Of quarrelling with
her sister in-lav. Here IL vas at last;
and when the old gentleman with the
glossy broadcloth suit vas gone, she
bounced into the parlor with red
spot ON either cheek bone like signals
Of var.
80 you have BEEN receiving company,
Mrs Oswald" she said
"Yee," innocently replied Plume.
"8entleman company, too. cried
Mrs.. Percy.
at was Mr. Van Orden. my husbands
lawyer" said Plume.
"Oh, dare say replied Mrs. Percy.
"All that sounds very we'll; but / have
the character OF my house TO look TO,
and"
"He Is coming back With q carriage"
hurriedly spoke Plume. am to 90 to
his wifefs house at once. Mrs. Van Or
den is willing TO give me the shelter
which my own husbands relatives
grudge me-"
And 70 the two women parted, in no
spirit Of amity.
81 dare say she'll go straight to the
store" thought Mrs. Abel, "and invent
q pitiful story for my husbands benefit.
Auu AO0t Will L06Ac q kLcot A65oY tAoCA
always was soft about his relatives) but
| shan't mind it. l always have been
mistress in my own house, and / always
intend TO be, Oswald's widow or no Us
wald's widow"
Nevertheless, she could not help feel
ing little apprehensive when her hus-
band came home TO tea; for when Abel
really was angry, his anger signified
something. But, to her Surprise, he On
tered all smiles, and rubbing his palms
gleefully.
$50 Plume has gone" said he.
YES" said Mrs. Percy, pretending to
be busy with knot in the second child's
shoe. "She has gone. But how did you
"van Orden stopped at the store TO
tell me-" quietly answered Mr.. Percy.
Strange, wasn't III And quite roman
"What on earth is the man talking
about?" said Mrs. Percy, aroused at
|la1G1h into something like active in
why, didn't Plume tell you? 1t
|nGo1ns that those last investments that
|roof Oswald fancied he had beggared
msslf with have turned mp trump
oArds, after all. And Mr.. Van Orden
tells me that Oswald's widow is worth
$4,000"
Mrs. Abel Percy turned first green,
then crimson. Alas for the Fatal blum
der she had committed! Alas for the
ruined chances of her three little girls
to inherit their a1nt's money! She
made some trivial excuse about for
gotten pocket handkerchief. and went
up stairs to weep the bitterest tears she
had ever shed.
Il was lesson to her, but it was an
expensive one; for Plume Piercy, though
she always remained on the NEST excel
lent terms with her kind little brother
in-law, never crossed Mrs. Abel's thresh-
old again. She had been too deeply in
suited there.