The morning news., 1889-03-28
Profound Secret.

From the NeU York tribune.
81 had not intended TO tell you, Biliger," said
/ the young wife of Mr.. McSwat, but l can't
| keep it a secret any longer"
is it possible. Lobe!iay" exclaimed Billiger
incredulousy, that you have been able to keep
| a secret at al?'
''It is. And you would never gness it,
either"
"Been making me dress-gown or an en-
| br0dered night capI'
You haven't been running up a bill at Spot
| cash q Co. So" he inquired, with suspicious
| look and cold feeling in the region of his
spine.
| Guess again.
Been taking lessons at cooking schooli' he
| asked, paling visibly.
mo Guess again"
clammy perspiration broke out all over
| HIM and he leaned against the mantel for sup
port as he gasped;
| ''LoDella, is Aunt Jubilee coming to spend the
summer with uS!'
The young wife laughed gleefully.
| No she answered. You'll have to try
again, Biiliger'
| selfcommand. Il feel as il could stand any
disclosure now"
| ~ think you're real mean, Billiger, but will
| tel you. \ little poem of mine is going to be
pl .1"ed \ the next Century MGgdzine.n
''WhewI"
(luis Is che time-honored way in which
| long, low whistle of astonishment has always
been represented in print by the most suCc S.
| full wrestiers with the language, from the OLD
Masters down to H. Rider Haggard The reader,
therefore, will kindly undeI stand that Mr. Bill
whistle.)
I'm the days of our courtship, Lobelia.n he
continued, staring hard at the ceiling, you
never told me you wrote poetry. l didn't know
you were addicted to IL, Or"
''Or what?" she demanded. with some asper-
''Nothing-n he exclaimed, hastily.
And so you are TO have contribution in the
next Century, How much is the editor to pay
you for it, Lobeliay"
Il don't know. haven't heard from him
Then how do you know he is going to
print it!"
"how do knows Because he hasn' t returned
it. sent it TO him nearly two weeks ago.
'Oh! You did! You inclosed stamps for re-
turn postage, of coursey"
Why. no, Blliger. Inever thought of that.
Is 1t customary"
"Er-no! That is, not always" replied the
young husband, mastering his emotion by a
desperate effort. 1T probably wasn't neces-
sary in the case of your poem, Lobelia. And
you have saved at least two cents!"
Mrs. McSwat was not exactly sure whether he
was in earnest or not. She looked at him with
some suspicion, but his countenance wore that
look OF unearthly gravity and innocence that
may sometimes be seen on the face OF a boy at
school just after he has rolled a double handful
of bird shot over the floor.
haven't spoken Of this-this poem Of yours that
is-er- ah-going to be printed next month to
body else besides me, have your
"No."
''Then don't do il. Lobella" he said "If you
can manage to hold In till tho poem ia printed
which"-and Billigor held his handkerchief to
his face and coughed conullsivey in it for a
few minutes-"which will be only two weeks
longer, you know 1t will ba all the greater sur.
prise to everybody. And when that poem is
printed in the magazine, my dear III MAKE you
present of pair of diamond earrings"
The trusting young wife pillowed her head on
his bosom in an ecstasy OF gratitude, and as
BAliger McSwat smoothed her golden hair and
murmured in her ear soft assurances OF his
willingness to bankrupt himself, II necessary,
in order 10 give her costly presents as a token
of his pride and adnration-as soon as the
poem appcared--he could feel himself growing
meaner and smaller and more despicable every
moment.
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