The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-30
A WIPES REVENGE.


 The autumn day was crisp and clear. and pretty basket phaeton stood before the Ransford cottage, the spirited little bay paving the ground restlessiy, as though impatient to be gone. Within, Mrs. Ransford stood drawing on her driving gloves, a wis,fui expression on her proud, dark face tha: seemed quite un- usual to it.
 ..l would SO much like 10 have you go, IS just perfect, and Redwing was never in better spirits, as you can sec" with a glance through the window at the impa- tient pony. But l shall not enjoy the drive alone"
 Get one of your friends to go with you, then," replied .he gentleman, in a tone so absent and preoccupied as to seem almost cold. If it was not for that imperative engagement down strees this afternoon l should go, of course. But business before pleasure, you know and he bit of the end of fresh cigar as he consulted his watch Can't you ind some one else to keep you company in your drive, Louise:"
 "l shall not try" she answered, bravely suppressing the piieous quiver of her lips. If my husband refuses to accompany me, shall rot ask else where"
 And, without waiting for his reply, she hastily swept out 10 the waiting phae4on.
 Norman Ransford immediately fol- lowed to assist her into it, but when he reached the gate she had already seated herself and gathered up the reins. The next instant, with little half nod of goodbye to her husband, she had driven of.
 "She is angry," he thought, watching the airy little phaeton bowl smoothly down the pleasant street, 'sand hurt. There were tears in her eyes just now, and Louise don't often shed them. By love, it is a mean business to play the traitor to wife like that !"
 And he stood leaning over the gate, actually SoFgeSting to resume the cigar whose red spark was dying out as ke held it in his hand, looking after the wife who loved him so well, and almost tempted to call her back aud join in her drive.
 But it was too late now. She was already beyond hearing. So the half repentant husband turned back to the house, not ill-pleased to have it %, for the appointment that he had mentioned was one very dear to his heart, and a few minutes later saw him on his way to keep is-
 ~Oh, Norman, really thought you were never oomingw
 This was the greeting that met him as he familiAxly entered an elegant little boudcir within a stone's throw of one of the popular theatres. And the speaker, a dark, foreign-looaing girl, with rich red lips and great black eyes of liquid beauty, rose from her languid position on the sofa and threw herself into his arms as though perfectly certain of his lcye.
 "Ah, Carita, Caxita !" he murmured passionateiy, folding his arms closely about the giris 1.-the sorm and pressing his lips again and again so those beauii- ful red ones held up 90 temp6ngiy.
 Where nov vas that indifference which had chilled the hear of his loving and lovely wife only shost hall hour ago : Gone, as if always w1s st . look or . touch fom this enchaniresk And what vas she! Merely dancer belonging to the theatre near by, whose name vas already smirchea with dishouos.
 Yet, while Leuise RansfEd drove in solitude along the beautiful. country roads, her heart swelling with the lone liness thus forced upon her, her husband vas pleasanfly passing the time in this womsn's socisfy, smiling at her rapid, impassiosed speeches which he ofiea fondly checked by closing the rcd lips with kis&
 ~Ah, Norman, vhy shosld we wait as anf"
 The dark; bewisching face vas hidden on his shonldz, and his aWs ciasped the lifhe, yielding form, as tkose seductive lips paf the suddqn question.
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