Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1888-08-30

place and two for somewhere else Lord
knows wherel I've been having fine row
back there, and the girls are as mad as
hornets. Maud didn't like it when you didn't
come 10 dinner, anyhow. o, can promise
YOU jolly scolding. How did YOU make
such bull. Are these the seats here! The
usher will try to straighten the thing out If
these ladies will kindly let him see their
coupons. May be- His words were
drowned in burst Of applause: Flora de
Brassi, as the young Prince Gaillard, had
bounded on the stage-a glory of blonde hair
and silk ieshings. Nettie had not an idea of
what the trouble Sas about; she looked at
her husband, who was still standing. His
face was white, his lips moved, but she
could not hear the words. The usher was
saying something to Cynthia, who was help
lessly fumbling at her bag for the coupons
Nettie had handed her when they came in {;
but what was this the woman on the stage
was singing. her hands pressed to her heart,
and her eyes rolled up in mock agonyl Il
| "Ah sweet secluded onel
| All. Door deluded one.
| He'll fool you il he can.
| Now he's a married man,
| HR-ha,
Now he's a married man"
Nettie comprehended every thing in
| flash. The little man and the two hand
some women standing back there belonged
TO her husbands party-through some mis-
take she and Cynthia were in their places,
and they were trying to get them out. She
rose to her feet and turned to her husband
with indignant eyes. "Nettie, come with
me" he said in low voice. Il will explain
every thing" Nettie felt strong revulsion;
| she grasped Cynthia by the wrist and hur-
ried her away. "One moment, LADIES'
mean no offense," said the little man-"by
Jove, Wheatleigh, they've gomez
! In the aisle they almost ran into a man
staggering under a great basket of flowers;
the odor made Nettie faint.
As for Cynthia she only knew that some
thing dreadful had happened. Nettie was
deathly pale and looked straight before her,
not having uttered a word since they left
the theater. Cynthia took her two hands
and held them tight, not knowing what else
to do. How terrible it all was yet how
| wildly exciting! She recalled John Wheat
| leigh's haggard face, the excitable voice of
the little man, the well-bred amazement
with which the two women had regarded
them as they went out-she thought she had
seen those women before; indeed, it was
such an adventure that poor Cynthia found
| herself taking a kind Of guilty Joy in the
situation. And Nettie-how stonily she
stared before her; she didn't look like Nettie
Wheatleigh at all. Would it be in the papers
in the morning! Would Nettie get a di-
vorce! Every body would know that she
had been there and had seen it all, and would
come to her for the particulars. Cynthia
fairly grew giddy at the prospect of her
coming Importance. Now they were at Net
ties house, she must go in: she could not
leave the poor girl while she looked like
that. Then Nettie spoke for the first time.
''Come in the house." she said, hoarsely;
''tell the man to wait"
She ran upstairs and flung herself upon
! the bed, face downward Cynthia gently
! took off her bonnet and would have bathed
her face, but Nettie motioned her away.
She did not cry or make sound, but only
buried her face in the pillows as though she
felt thousand eyes upon her and was
ashamed.
There was violent ring at the bell, and
John Wheatleigh came rushing up the
stairs. She sprang to her feet.
''Nettie, darling, where are you2 o,
Nettie, don't look at me like that-let me
tell you! Miss Odds please go into the next
room for few moments; l must speak to
my wife alone"
stop; remain where you are, Cynthia.
Do you not see that whatever you have to
say to me must be said before her-now!'
''Nettie, dearest, 1t was all a mistake.
That was Ned Wilson, his wife and her
sister. was going with them, you see-to
meet them, that is, and mixed the tickets
up-I gave you'll ought to have told you"
1T was shameful she said, in low,
hard voice, Ito humiliate me before all
those people, before Cynthia, before''-she
shuddered-''those two women"
''Nettie, swear I meant to tell you-at
the table this morning. the words were on
my very lips to tell you. I had written to
Ned Wilson then, but l had made up my
mind not to go if you didn't want me to,
and just as was going to speak you asked me
to take you-then we had that silly little
quarrel, and foolishly went away without
telling you. If you knew how miserable 1
had felt all day-it was that that made me
send-O God. she doesn't believe mer' and
the poor bow covered his face with his
hands and gave great sob. Then it was
that the true and beautiful womanly in
stinct arose and showed itself in the de-
spised Cynthia.
"Nettie," she said, firmly, you are max
ing too much OF this; your husband has
done no wrong-look at him, Nettie. He
COuCcdlcO SOLuCInlHS 1iOlA gOu UCCduoc EC
was piqued-it was foolish, but not wicked,
and he was sorry for it before it was made
known to you in the way it was tonight. 1
know who Mrs. Wilson is and who her
sister is-he loves you and nobody else.
You can trust me, can't you, when promise
never to speak of this to any one, and-and
Nettie, shall try to forget it myself"
20, did not deserve it, John; did not,
indeedr' and Nettie flung herself sobbing
on her husbands neck as Cynthia silently
withdrew.
All his life John Wheatleigh loved Gym
thia Olds for those words The shipper on
her kindly face was as beautiful smile to
him ever after-her harmless twaddle as
pleasant music.
The operetta of Madame Roquette' had
long run in the metropolis The airs were
played on hand organs, by street bands, and
by energetic young ladies on the piano, but |
Nettie forgave her husband freely, |
and restored him to her perfect confidence, |
she could never hear Now He's Married |
Man." without spasm of the heart.-Ihe |
Epoch.
Toilet Recipes of Ancient Egypt.
Curious hair recipes occur on some |
of the papyri, some of which are very |
absurd. One 70 prevent the hair from
turning gray directs that salve should
be made from the blood of black calf |
cooked in oil; IN another that of black |
bull is preferred for the same object.