St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-18

'"cnen I shall 60 with YOU" she ex-
claimed. pushing him away, and stamp
ing her foot.
"C-come along. Have to s-sit in the
cab, though. The Turks won let you
i'll" said Mr.. Cadogan.
"Who won't let me in?"
"rhe Turks-at the B-bath, you know
what kind OF a game of roulette do
you play, Miily?'
'.Oh how horrid you are" she cried,
red with veXatiOn and defeat. She rung
her hands. What is roulette? Why
do you gamble? You know you are
BREAKING my heart! You are too cruel,
Dick-too cruel! You don't care for me
a b-bit. You never make love to me any
more YOU are never at h0me-you
never say a word about my dresses-you
don't send me tlowerS-YOu aren't even
jealous of me! And when | am driven
to making myself perfectly hOrrid,
abominable and vulgar, like-like Chris
tine Latimer and Emily Cresheim-you
don't even give one the miserable salts
faction (here Mrs. Cadogan sobbed) of
turning the tables OH you! And you
n-never go to church with mer'
"Well, n-no,' said Mr.. Cadogau.
laughing, as if startled into the admis-
sion. His foot up on chair. he sur
veyed his wife with a look of great
humor and kindness, smoothing his
hand over his long brown mustache and
the arch, irresistible smile beneath it.
Surely there had been no prettier little
wife in tears that day for twenty miles
square of lace which she was at that
| moment applying to her eyes was to-
tally insufficient to staunch their flow.
No one but brute could have held out
| against her longer.
"Milly," said her husband. "sce here
d-don't cry; c-come along, if you want
| to, and III send b-breakfaSt cut to the
| cab to you.,'
"Dickr' She said. clenching the hand
kerchief very tight, why don't you give
| me a-a-"
"Well?'
CA, kiSs"
"Why don't I?''
"Yes!"
'P-perjured," Dick suggested.
"Perjuredi Who?" And she started.
Mrs. C-Cadogan.''
"l?''
Eyes. y-you," with subdued chuckle.
'Dick," she said, paleing and flush
ing, do you mean that have been dis
obedient?''
l.
ing on the double-zero this time"
''The dOuble-Zero?"
"Pays thrty-f-five times what you put
up," said Dick, with gleamin his eye.
| ''P-pays in lump, don't you see, in
stead of spreading it out over several
! generations. as under the old d-dispen-
| Sation. Pardon the vulgarity, but the
metaphor struck me as p-prophetic.
G-good-by."
| He struck match and relighted his
cigar. watching his wife as he did SO,
| then settling himself in his coat, began
| to walk deliberately toward the hall.
Mrs. Cadogan uttered cry. She had
been standing before him, twisting her
| hands together, biting her ips and
drawing her breath very fast; now she
threw herself upon him and beat with
both hands upon his breast, as if to
! force him back. Her tear-stained face
| looked pleadlngly up into his. ''Oh,
have perjured myself abOut-abOut the
! supner?',
s'But there was a supper, Dick"
"Don't d-doubt it!''
"And Il very good one, veryn
"T-toothsome, I'm confident
"Then why do you? No, Dick: no,
I'll tell you the truth; but first you
must promise not to go aud play roulette
at the Turkish Bath. Promise, Dick?'
Yes said Dick, laughing, "Fll
! promise n-lot to do that"
"Well. then-l-I didn't have all the
! people | said did"
''R-really?"
mo- she said, looking down, ''I-I
was going to ask Emily Cresheim-but
couldn't, Dick, couldn't; she is too