The Grenada gazette., 1888-04-21

a think not; he expected TO arly,
home by the country road; that woule
be his shortest route. and he will prob
ably get back to Blankville before sup.
per time.
We'll. of all the games of cross pur-
poses" began Susan-but her friend
interrupted her.
Never mind, we will hare our fun
out of it, now you are here. Arthur
may bring you down again next week,
if he can make you come but my pres.
cnt conviction is that bird in the
hand is worth two in the bush, so this
visit shall not be spoiled even though
Arthur can enjoy it with us.
And they did have their own fun,
and enjoyed the impromptu visit as
only two young married women who
have been bosom friends during theil
school days can enjoy reunion In
ripper years. How much the young
mother had to ask and tell; how much
the Older matron had to answer and
advise; the pleasant moments flew.
and long before either Of them could
believe it possible four o clock was at
hand and Mr. Wolfe again returned
to them in readiness to escort his guest
to the train.
at is hardly possible, suppose.
| that Arthur should return to Center
Vile, but if you do see him. John.
don't tell him that have been here.
Ii will be such joke if can keep him
from knowing it until he airs all The
/ incidents of his visit to you and Rose. y
my lips shall be sealed promised
Mr.. Wolfe, and then the last Goodbye
was said and Mrs Snowdon took her
leave.
An hour or so later she stood once
more upon the threshold of her home.
Scarcely taking time to respond TO
Maggie's smiling and Johnny's S
camorous welcome. Susan asked,
breathlessly:
You have not seen Arthur?'
OF course have not; did he not re-
turn on the train with you?'
Good! good!'' and Susan clapped
her hands ecstatically. Then she re-.
lated The story of the days adventures
and misadventures to her bewildered
sister. Don you see? he will not
be home for an hour yet and if l can
keep him from finding out that fol.
lowed him. he will talk until bedtime
of all l missed by not going with him
I do want to hear him describe Roses
baby! Come along, Lii, let us make
haste and get off our inery.'
The chlld's chattcring little tongue
was the weak point in her plot, for
Lily was terrible chatter -Dox, and
the trip on the cars to see Aunt
Rose" and Aunt Roses wonderful baby,
was a theme upon which she would be
apt 10 dilate increasingly for many
days to come, 50 her mother schooled
her while replacing her Sunday
dress" with tho palmer garb of every.
day wear.
If you don't say one single word
from now until bedtime about hav-
ing been out with mamma and having
been to see Aunt Rose, I'll give you
nickel"
"Well." asscnted Lily. and shut her
rosy lips with u compress sion that
showed she felt the money would not
be easily earned, yet with de-
termination to try for it so visible in
her eyes that her mother telt quite
encouraged to hope she would sue
ccea
Home toilets were accomplished; all
traces of the lay s trip were clcycrIy
put out of sight; and when y little
after six o clock Mr.. Snowdol opened
his stting-room door, only the Gus
tomary home taDlrau met his
gnzr. Lily and Johnny were
playing in their corner; Maggie
sat in her rocking-chair working in.
defarigablv at her nevrr-ending crochet
works while Susan. in the plaineSt of
wrappers and the lightcst of slippers.
sat by her mendng- basket folding the
last of n pile of garments. which GER
tainly had the appearance Of having
required a days work to repair
With the open door still in hand the
gentleman bent sternly scorntUl eye
upon his wife.
"WclI!' he CALCULATED and volumes
we've concentrated in the explosive
monosylIable.
"Eh?' said Susan. looking up and
meeting his glance with a face Of
,craphic innocence.
''You'r" Il smart oncr
Thanks, dear; yes. I always was
considered clever,' she answered,
swccily.
The scorn In his eyes became inten'
sliiel.
"Yon'rc pretty one
Am | any better looking thar
when you married mc?' she muir
INJURED.
May be YOU think | don't know
You went to Centervillo to-dayP
Upon which Maggie laughed out
right aud Mrs. Snowdon's plot ex
ploded.
As may be guessed, the incidents o