The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-16

Il O1uc eyes.
Dear me! how sad / can't under
stand his leaving you. I'd sooner re-
sign my commission" She looked
modestly down.
81 am afraid you men are all fiatter-
ers. How dreadfully fast you must
think me for allowing you to speak to
me like this. But felt so lonelym
Mr.. Browne had already forgotten
that she herself was the first 10 open
the conversation.
Madam, l could never have an I'M
worthy thought of you." he fervently
calculated.
They were then examining some sun
shades in the drapery department, and
the lady made several more purchases
on the same terms as before. Pres
emily Mr.. Browne proposed an adjourn
ment to the tea-room, and his fair
friend agreed, after some little per-
suaslon. Browne began to feel as if
he did not care whether his wife was
flirting with Capt. Cannon or not.
He would show her that if she were
incapable of approaching his fascina-
tons, there were other women who
possessed more discernment.
What can l get you?" he inquired
as they entered the refreshment room.
"A cup of tea. please"
''Sure you won't have a glass of
sherry, or something of that sort?
You look quite tired"
''They are not allowed to sell wine
here. Very stupid, isn't it?"
And to do the fair unknown justice, she
seemed to regard the absence of more
potent fluids as very real deprivation.
So Browne ordered the tea, and some
strawberries and cream, and, selecting
corner table. was soon engaged in 3
most interesting conversation.
Would you think me unpardonably
rude if asked your name?" he pres
emily said. Mine is Ramsbury
Browne" he added, producing a
card.
Really? Do you know, 1 am GER
tain have met you before somewhere.
At Lady Teddington' No? Then it
must have been at Lord Cramleigh's or
Sir. Crecus Nupkin's. / am Mrs. Her
rington; my husband is in the SD
lancers, you know"
Il remember you perfectly" cried
| Browne, enrsptured. Charmed to
renew your acquaintance in so delight
full mannerr'
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 per-
sonages as Lady Teddington, Lord
Cramleigh, and Sir. Cresus Nupkin.
They grew more and more confden-
,ol ha 90 II,
imperceptibly-at all events to Mr..
Browne. .
"Might ask to be allowed to callP"
he inquired, emboldened by the lady's
affability.
"Welf, 1 suppose it's not at all
proper" she answered, efficiently,
'.but shall be very glad to see you
any Friday at No. $50 Curzon street"
"You may depend upon me-" said
Browne, as he noted down the ad-
dress.
At this moment he happened to
raise his eyes, which he had hitherto
kept pretty constantly fixed on his
fair companion, and the sight which
met them caused a cold shudder to
run down his back. At the next table
but one set no less a parsonage than
Mrs. Grewser, his mother-in-law, the
only person of whom he really stood
in fear, and beside her was his wife.
The elder lady's eyes were fixed upon
him with stony glare of horror, while
a flush of Indignation 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. Her
rington's address. Browne vainly
tried to persuade himself that he had
done nothing to be ashamed of-he
writhed in his chair, and devotedly
wished that the floor would open and
swallow him up.
"What is the matterP" asked Mrs.
Harrington, alphabetically, ''you
look quite pale and agitatedm
Nothing" stammered the unfor-
tunate man; "some people 1 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
moment"
''By all means"
Anu DTOWne rose III II 1eeDle manner.
and advanced towards his outraged
relatives.
GLOW do you do, Mrs. Grewserp"
said he, with the courage Of desper-
alton. This is quite an unexpected
pleasure"
$50 should think, indeed" rejoin-
ed that lady in tragic whisper, ig-
noring his proflered hand, "and may
l ask who that creature tsp"
"Oh, certainly. Mrs. Harrington,
wife of man in the 33rd lancers.
Met her. at Sir Cr0sus Nupkin's.
al don't believe you, Ramsbury,"
retorted his mother-in-law. Intro
duce her to me at once"
Browne turned to obey, but Mrs.
Harrington had mysteriously vanish
ed.
"Dear me. how odd! But she lives
at No. 100 Curzon street. We can go
and call on her."
mo. $50 Curzon street ~ almost
Mrs. Grewser. "There is no