The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1884-09-27
wilderment, he read:

wilderment, he read;
Darling Mile: As you don't go to
Yorkshire on Thursday, meet me in the
square at 5, for the last time before |
SAIL"
ooh, / sayl I must be dreaming; it
can't be Mile, my wife," he muttered.
"But who else can it be? Her correspond
emit seems to have pretty good know
ledge of our movements, too. Hang it
ALL l have it now he exclaimed, furious
ly fiinging the note on the floor. THAT
excuse about the dress was all shaml
This explains her intense eagenress to
postpone our journey. Who can he be2"
he went on, hurriedly reexamining the
scrap of paper. No name or initial.
Umphl judging from the writing can't
congratulate her on her friend; not that
l write a very good fist myself, said poor
Charlie with a grim smile. Five o'clock
IN the square. I've good mind to prove
to them though, two's company, three's
none" Just then the hall door was opened
and shut. He glanced at the clock on
his chimney piece--just on the stroke of
ASCs bAC SOlC3 uC CACldilHGu3 anu
snatching up his hat he tore open his
door.
who has gone out?" he Numbered to
the man who was lighting the hall lamp.
BEG pardon, sir" said Jones, nearly
falling off the steps in his surprise. I'm
not quite sure, sir; but it was missus -
But before he could finish bis sentence
his master had rushed out of the house.
well, I neverl Wot hever can ave
come hover the captain? A fine takin'
he's in surely" said Jones, as he gradual
ly recovered from the shock of his masters
sudden exist.
Meanwhile Captain Remington was
following the figure which was turning
into the square. He quickly overlook it.
just as lad in man o wars dress came
up, and, throwing his arms round her
neck, exclaimed:
my dear sister, how good Of you to
come! | did want to see your kind face
once again, for you know it will be three
years, Mile, darling. before | come back
again. Hullo, Mile, is this gentleman
ill2" he cried as Captain Remington in his
revulsion of feeling staggered up against
the railing
why, jack it's my master, Captain
Remington, said Bell What's the mat
ter, sir? Shall my brother run to the
house for help?'
mo, my good girl; no. I'll be all right
in minute; sudden giddincss; I'd been
walking fast. Don't say anything about
this to your mistress.
mo, sir.
"Who is this lad?" questioned Captain
Remington, as he recovered his usual
manner.
My only brother, please, sir, and he
sails for Australia on Saturday, said Bell
He wanted to see me once again for
we're the only two left now. sir, and mis-
tress gave me leave for an our before din
ner."
And I am taking up all your time, y
said Charlie Don't mention my slight
attack to any one And look here, young
Bell, if | can be of any service to you al
any time, come to me; meanwhile, | dare
say you can find use for these and he
handed him a couple of sovereigns. So
thankful did Charlie feel in his heart al
the turn things had taken, that he would
have given his pocketful if he had it.
Jones, why did you tell Int it Was Mrs
Remington who went out just now?" saiC
he. as that worthy opened the door.
''Slr, | meant to say it was missus
maid, but you didn't stay to hear me,
said Jones, with commendable gravity.
"Umpn muttered Charlie to himself al
he turned into his own room again. 81
seem to have played the jealocs husband
to no purpose but to prove myself fool
Now to write these addresses for Mile
He was just writing the last when Mil
lie tripped in.
Look at my dress. Charlie; it came
half an hour ago. Don't you think it was
worth waiting for2" and size stood de-
murely before him.
q do, darling" he said, in tone Of
perfect sincerity, though feeling over
whelmed with shame as he thought of hi
unreasonable jealousy.
Look here, Mile, tell your maid to b.
more careful. Here's note she left be
hind her when she brought in the labels.
LET me see, Charlie" sad Millie
perching herself on the arm of his chair
why, how careless of Bell Now, if any
body but you had found it, Charlie, h
might have thought it was mine. Really
now, that is charming idea for novel
see it all-jealous husband, injured wife
etc. / declare, I'll write it when we COM
I I Al
Billet Doux' or "A Scrap of Paper"