McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-01-08


blue eyes.
'.Dear me! how sad! I can't under.
stand his leaving you. I'd sooner re.
sign my commission" She looked
modestly down.
II am afraid you men are all flatter.
ers. How dreadfully fast you must
think me for allowing you to speak to
me like this. But felt so lonely!"
Mr.. Browne had already forgotten
that she herself was the first 10 open
the conversation.
MADAM, could never have an un-
worthy thought of your 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 / get you?" he inquired
as they entered the refreshment room.
ga 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 itp''
And to do the fair unknown justice, she
seemed to regard the absence of more
potent fluids as a very real deprivation.
So Browne ordered the tea, and some
strawberries and cream, and, selecting
a corner table. was soon engaged in a
most interesting conversation.
would you think me unpardonably
rude if l asked your name?' he pres
emily said. mime is Ramsbury
Browne" he added, producing a
card.
"Really? Do you know, am GER
tain have met you before somewhere.
At Lady Teddington's? No? Then it
must have been at Lord Cramleigh' s or
Sir. Crecus Nupkin's. I am Mrs. Her.
rington; my husband is in the SD
lancers, you know"
81 remember you perfectly" cried
Browne, enraptured. Charmed to
renew your acquaintance in SO delight
full manner!"
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 Napkin.
They grew more and more confiden-
tial, and the afternoon slipped away
imperceptibly-at all events to MI.
Browne.
''Might ask to be allowed to call?"
he inquired, emboldened by the lady's
affability.
"Well, 1 suppose it's not at all
proper" she answered, efficiently,
"but l 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 parsonage than
Mrs. Grewser, his mother-in-law, the
only person of whom he really stood
in fear, ard beside her was his wife.
The elder lady's eyes were fixed upon
him with a 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
5ried to persuade himself that he had
lone nothing to be ashamed of-he
in his chair, and devotedly
wished that the floor would open and
swallow him up.
''What is the matter?" asked Mrs.
Harrington, alphabetically, ''you
ook quite pale and agitated!''
Nothing stammered the unfor-
innate man; "some people l did not
expect to see. Rather sudden, you
Know; it startled me little.''
''Pray 60 and speak to them. Don't
ct me detain you.''
"Well, if you will excuse me one
"By all means"
And Browne rose in feeble manner.
Ind advanced towards his outraged
relatives.
GLOW do you do, Mrs. Grewser?"
laid he, with the courage Of desper-
ation. "This is quite an unexpected
pleasure,
$50 should think, indeed" rejoin-
ID that lady in ira gic whisper, ig-
,oring his profered hand, 'sand may
ask who that creature is?''
'Oh, certainly. Mrs. Harrington,
wife of man in the 33rd lancers.
Net her at Sir Cresus Nupkin's.'
81 don't believe you, Ramsbury,"
'etorted his mother-in-law. "Intro-
luce her to me at once.''
Browne turned to obey, but Mrs.
Harrington had mysteriously vanish
ID.
"Dear me, how odd! But she lives
Vt No. $50 Curzon street. We can go
Ind call on her."
s'No. $50 Curzon street - almost
hrieked Mrs. Grewser. There is no