Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-01-24


by O." cried Captain Sturgis, 'rhai
Is what call lu k. | don't kn what l
sh uld have done, unless 1 had lain on the
door-mat until morning tut | must re-
member to get that lock AIKEN o. IL any
body key opens il, it is hardly SAT"
a. GU need not be alarme B, Sturg 5,
said Atwood, laughing. 1--WE have not
turned burglars yet-haye we, jack"
For some ten minutes as they walked
along together on their homeward Journey,
neither Atwood nor Delaney exchanged
word.
at last Jack broke the silence saying -
~ hate that man..
so do " replied George Atwood,
with vehemence of tone thai startled his
companion.
CHAPTER w.
Several m rths passed by. and Mrs. At
wood s troubles SEQ ed ever OH the In
crease. Matters were daily growing worse
ms cad of better. and claDorous trades
people were continually dunning at the
garden gate.
What was 10 be done George Atwooi
see ed utterly callous as t. the state Of
their affairs he never attempted to write
now.
what Is the use?" he remarked TO Ii )
wife. IN luck is dead u. / can get
a story taken ell when | do write one.
The publishers are erdone with all sOr,s
OF people who W.T. te for nothing barris-
terS and w,ll to-do idle who are only too
glad TO pay for the pleasure OF seeing
themselves in print How can poor
beggar like myself earn anything"
But pc pie do earn money at It,
George. persisted Blanche Atwood; Il
know that some OF the magazines pay very
we'll"
"h'ou know! That's just like woman.
How on earth do you know | am quite
weary of the whole thing, and If some
thing dOu urn up SION -
There den give way, George dear;
keep up brave heart darling! \ on knoN
that there is no trouble which | would not
share with you. You are Ill the world to
me and as long as you are wella strong
we may YET hope to have h ppier US.
let think if cannot do something 10
help us in our di culties. 1t takes wo'H-
ans brain To plot you know. George 'she
added playfully.
And there never was cleverer one
than you, Blanche" he answered. with
almost the oil tender ring in his voice as
he spoke "Iou aiw;, 5 bear up, dear; i.
Is who am selfish ute
/ Hush, George" she cried; Il will not
have you call my husband names lie
would have been ute well oil an | happy
ii he had not been such silly old boz as
to marry ertain pennilrss girl. There,
now-we will say no more about IT, You
run off to your club, and / wi see what
can do.
III ght, oil girl though It pu les
me to think what on can 10 TO help us
he said kindly and kissing her as he
spoke.
''And, George, dear, she added, as he
was alb ut To lea,e the room, would You
IN nd my saying something to you? You
won t be angry, will you'
'Angr,? Of course not! What is it?'
Il d so dislike that CAPITA n Sturois
coming here 50 often. lie is always urop
ping in now at Odd times, and sending
me parcels of b. olIs and flowers"
''He means it well en- ugh. declared
George Atwood, though he knitted his
brOwS, and h s thoughts were in erect op
position to his speech. Il .On't want e
,uariel with him, Blanche. In fact,
can t-and that all about :"
"You-you owe him money, George
~ es-confound h m" he hlurtei out
''Now YOU know the whole secre Of II.
hate him ton thou and times m ore thar
,oI can imagine He has never ne> Ell
been-rude to you, III nc,e
"Rude? III no uits the contrary Il
Is his extreme plea antness 1 so mucl
object to VIVA can he lind p here II
this little burban house amuse him.
W by es he not seek he society o. ricl
men like h msell?'
"Iia-perhs ps there is an attraction -
said AtNo d gloom y. The more foo
he is
"May tell Elizabeth TO say am no
at home when next he calls" asked hi:
wi Q.
NO; would sooner that you did not, >
replied Atwood. Wait till am fires
from him. and teen we i'll drop him al
together. wish lad never known h IN
"Ch. so do l. Gorge" cried Blanche
Atwood -, cannot tell you why but he
seems to ne To be our evi genius, anC
dread of some trouble comes over mt
whenever | lear his footstep In the hall. ,
Shortly after George left the house Mrs
Atwood called out to II abeth that S {
was also going out; and, having hast y
put on her outdoor garments, she starteJ
OF upon her e,ran
Walking rapidl, as fas as xford street
Sic DtBdH W cldChtH ntT Spttu, di'U lOOh
ed atentlvtly at the shops as she passed
Present. she pa sed before a silver
smiths, where a card In the window an
noun ed the fact that old gold, silver and
.ewtlry, fHicr were there pu chas d.
Hesitating, she walked past the shop
then, as ii suddenly summOning up hel
courage, she retraced her steps and enter
ed il.
IN a quarter OF an hour or so she came
out and her liant face showed that she
had succeeded in her Oh ect, whatever
1t ma: have been Then she hurriedy
ria 10 her way home.
pom her return she was surprised Il
find Mary ,laue awaiting her.
-" ny, Mary dear, she exclaimed
''you are getting quite stranger
You har ly ever come near us and as fe
Jack, we never see snything OF him at all. ,
Il Is about Jack that have come (,
Ia k to you. y said Mary Delaney. II an
so afraid that he is in some trou le-'
''ln trouble? Poor Jack! l am so sor
ry," replied Mrs. Atwood. Come. 81
down and tell me all atout 1t. We are 81
fond OF Jack.
1T Is all through those horrid societies
to which he belongs" began Mary. Z"
nm aura Of it-vnu knnU what avtraY,,