San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-08-08

.Essss azvszu WING ABOUT ueT. pne sings Top
ical song or something, called Now He's a
Married Man, that brings down the house,
Bonnie says. don't know that l approve
| of such things" she added deprecatingly,
"but it's well enough to go oEcc in while,
especially when everybody is talking about
| thing; it makes one feel like going to see it
in spite of ones self; don't you think sor'
81 suppose IL does, Cynthia, | never heard
! anything about it,"
| The operetta had begun when they entered
| the theater. A little man accompanied by
| two handsome ladies was raising great
| commotion about something with an usher.
| Nettie Just glanced at them as she passed.
| Their seats were in the orchestra. and the
house seemed quite full, with the exception
of one chair adjoining stheir own. Cynthia
Invested herself of her jacket at once, and
prepared to enjoy herself.
1--WE can put our things on that seat next
you, Nettie; if anybody comes We'll take
them away again" she said
Nettie placed Cynthia's coat in the vacant
seat, and as she did SO her eyes fell on the
man beyond it; he was staring at her with
wide open eyes and hanging jaw; he looked
quite stupefied. The man was her husband.
"Why, JOHN! how came you herei l
thoughts this a surprise or joke-what
does it mean, Johnp
| "Nettie," he said, hastily, "there has been
a mistake; found it out, and came to-l
mean-let US go quickly-quickly, Nettie!"
He rose to his feet; Nettie .was quite be-
wildered, while Cynthia stared 'Quick,
Nettie"-
"Ah, Wheatleigh, I've found you, have IT.
cried a little man bustling up; "such deuce
of a time I've had. What on earth did you
mean by sending me one ticket for this place
and two for somewhere else, Lord knows
where, I've been having a fine row back
there, and the girls are mad as hornets. Maud
didn't like it when you didn't come to dinner
anyhow. Oh, l can promise you jolly scold-
ing. How did you make such bulli Are
these the seats here2 The usher will try to
straighten the thing out if these ladies will
kindly let him see their coupons. Maybe"
- His words were drowned in burst Of
applause. Floria De Brassi, as the young
| Prince Gaillard, had bounded on the stage-a
| glory of blonde hair and silk feshings
Nettie had not an idea of what the trouble
was about; she looked at her husband, who
was still standing. His face was white, his
lips moved, but she could not hear the words
| TIC uSlltl vas ing SOIlltbhiiiS W ~
who was helplessly fumblng in 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
agony2-
| All, sweet secluded one!
| All, poor deluded One
He'll fool you if he can,
Now he's married man
| Ha-ha
| Now he's married man.
Nettie comprehended everything in flash.
The little man and the two handsome women
standing back there belonged to her hUs-
| bands party-through some mistake 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 a
low voice. Il will explain everything. "
Nette felt a strong revulSion; she grasped
Cynthia by the wrist and hurried her away.
"One moment, ladies-I mean no offense, "
said the little manly Jove, Wheatleigh.
they've gone!"
In the aisle they almost ran into man
staggering under a great basket of flowers;
the odor made Nettie faint.
AS for Cynthia, she only knew something
dreadful had happened. Nettie was deathly
pale and looked straight before her, not hav-
ing uttered word since they left the thea
! tire. Cynthia took her two hands and held
them tight, not knowing what else to do.
How terrible it all was, yet how wildly ex-
citingI She recalled John Wheatleigh's bag
| gard face, the eXcitable voice of the little
man, the well bred amazement with which
| the two women had regarded them as they
passed out-she thought she had seen these
women before; indeed, it was such an adven-
ture that poor Cynthia found herself taking
kind of guilty joy in the situation. And
Nettie-how stonily she stared before her;
she did not look like Nettie Wheatleigh at
all. Would it be in the papers in the morn
ing9 Would Nettie get divorce? 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 import
ance. Now they were at Nett-s's 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 up stairs and flung herself on the
bed, face downward. Cynthia gently took of
her bonnet and would have bathed her face,
but Nettie mOtioned her away. She did not
cry or make a sound, but only buried her
face in the pillows as though she felt thou
sand 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.
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