The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-13

some strawberries and cream, and selec-
ting corner table, was soon engaged in
most interesting conversation.
would you think me unpardonably
rude If asked your name Z" be presently
said. Mine is Ramsbury Browne" he
added, producing card.
"Really? Do you know, 4 am certain
have met you before somewhere. At
Lady Teddington's? No? Then it
must have been at Lord Cramleigh's or
Sir CrGsus Napkins. am Mrs. Herr
ington my husband is in the Thirty
third Lancers, you know"
i remember you perfectly" cried
Browne, enraptured. Charmed to re-
new our acquaintance in so delightful
mannerl"
Browne had not the faintest recollec-
ton of Mrs. Harrington, but he did not
like to own that he was not on visiting
terms with such exalted personages as
Lady Teddington, Lord Cramleigh and
Sir Cresus. Nupkin.
They grew more and more confidential,
and the afternoon slipped away imper-
ceptibly-at all events to Mr.. Browne.
might | ask to be allowed to call ?"
he inquired, emboldened by the lady's
affability.
swell, suppose it's not at all proper"
she answered difidently, "but shall be
very glad to see you any Friday at $50
Curzon street."
"You may depend upon me-" said
Browne. as he noted down the address.
At this moment he happened to raise
his eyes, which he had hitherto kept
rNr eAa ale, "a:
and the sight which met them caused a
cold shudder to run down his back. At
the next table but one sat no less a per-
sonage than Mrs. Grewser, his mother
in'law, the only person of whom he really
stood in feat, and beside her was his wife.
The elder lady's eyes were fixed upon
him with stony glare of herror, while
flush ofindignation lent additional beauty
to the face of Mrs. Browne. They had
evidently been there for some minutes
and must certainly have noticed him
writing down Mrs. Herrington's address.
Browne vainly tried to persuade himself
that he had done nothing to be ashamed
of-he writhed in his chair and devcutly
wished that the floor would open and
swallow him sp.
"Wh2; is the matter" asked Mrs.
Harrington, alphabetically; "you look
quite pale and agtated."
Nothing" stammered the unfortunate
man some people did not expect to
see. Rather sudden, you know, it
startled me little"
"Pray go and speak to them. Don't
let me detain you"
"Well, if you will excuse me one mo-
ment."
by all means"
And Browne rose in a feeble manner
and advanced toward his outraged rela-
tives
GLOW do you do, Mrs. Grewser ?" said
he, with the courage of desperation.
Z" This is quite an unexpected pleasure"
$50 should think, indeed p rejoined
that lady in tragic whisper, ignoring his
profered hand and may / ask who
that creature is p
ooh, certainly. Mrs Harrington, wife
of man in the Thirty third Lancers.
Met her at Sir Cresus Nupkin's."
" | don't believe you, Ramsbury," re-
torted his mother-in-law. Introduce
me to her at oncep
Browne turned to obey, but Mrs. Her
nngton had mysteriously vanished.
dear me, how odd! But she lives at
$50 Curzon street. We can 60 and CALL"
50 Curzon streetw almost shrieked
Mrs. Grewser. There is no such num-
Der That woman is no more the wife
Of nan in the Lancers than am; and
this, sir, is the way you deceive your poor
wife, whom you worry to death with your
abominable suspicious. came up t@
town this morning to protect her from
your insults, and this is what find."-
London Truth