The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-08-07

spring had caught the import OF her daugh-
ter-in-law's whisper.
every charming" she said, with her
serene smile.
So Julia went off and spent the ten
pounds which her husband had given her
for that purpose, and also little more of
her own, because she was so happy She
| was lucky, too, and went back to Oxford
Place laden with particularly handsome
pipe-rack, china stand for flowers, two
| very tolerable needle-work cushions for
which she had put into raffies, Il framed
| artist's-proof etching which she had won
in the same way and a huge and elabo-
| rately-dressed doll which she had won out
| of a hundred and fifty subscribers.
Really. julia" said Madge, as they
packed her Cousins belongings away, '.yOu
I have had all the luck to-day. I have quite
| ruined myself with raffles and [ have got
! nothing to show for nv money except q
box of burnt almonds I got out of the fish
pond. Have one?'
Julia helped herself out of the small box
and held up the pipe-rack for Mrs. Oxford 6
inspection. 81 should think that will be
the very thing for Steve" she said.
ooh! it's lovely" cried Madge, turning
it round with genuine admiration. II
| should think Stephen will be immensely
! pleased, and Mr. Markham more than
/ pleased"
So in quite a flush OF pride Julia looked
round for her husband when they got into
the hall and, not seeing him there, put
i down her purchases on the large hall
table and ran up to their room, which
! was on the same corridor as her cousins
/ and Lady Ceespring's own suite of apart
| ments
''Stevie, are you here?" she asked-then
saw him sitting at the writing table in the
! dressing -room-'Why, Stevie,' she cried,
You haven't written a single letter. How
awfully lazy of YOU"
/ ''My dear child" he answered, 81 have
been writing all the afternoon-the post
went out about an hour ago."
"Oh, really" she said-then she sat
down on the arm of his chair and slipped
her arm about his neck ''Who have you
! been writing to?'' she asked. Oh! yes,
yes, yes my gentle critic very INGRAM
NAUTICAL Of her, [ know, nevertheless that
! was exactly what she did say, so I beg
you'll not blame me in the matter.
Stephen let his head slip back against
her shoulder, and as she was wearing a
seal-skin coat, a very nice and warm rest
ing-place he found it, who have been
writing to?" he repeated. "WelI, let me
, see-I wrote to Johns, the stock broker,
and told him to sell out all the Nitrates
have, sharp-then I wrote to Dickson and
told him l would go to Il hundred and
thirty for that bay horse | saw on Satur
day sent check to that fool of tailor
who wants one to pay for ones clothes
in the street, lest you clear out of the
country and make him bad debt. Then
| wrote to Nicholson, the lawyer about
that bill of Warrington's which | think
eXorbitant, and | sent check to Hervey
and Bondwell | think that was all eX
cept line to Mamie"
"Ol, you wrote to Maimie:" said Julia,
in different tone. why did you write
to her today"
"Why-well really, 1 don't know. !
had finished my other letters and there
was no sign OF your coming back again, so
| wrote to her. Gave her your love, and
all that"
"Oh! seer she said, coldly.
She got off the edge Of the chair and he
gan to unfastcn her jacket-Stephen turn
edI in his seat and watched her, as he often
did, with all his soul in his eyes; then
1Huing that she was ready to go down he
got up and went towards her.
Give me Il kiss before we go down." he
said
"Oh. how silly you are, Stephen" cried
Julia, pettishly the remembrance of that
letter written and sent off without having
been shown to her still sticking in her
mind.
"S:ny-Stephen! he exclaimed, for she
had never before appeared to find his love
making irksome to her and she always
abbl eviated his name into the more ten
der form of 'Stevie." "Why, Juey-my
darling," he cried, in a panied tone.
She was softened in moment and flung
her arms round him. II am horrid-hor-
rid-horrid," she cried, with Il passionate
burst Of tears. GA horrid, jealous, mean
little cat. [ shall wear your love out,
weary You of me, and then hope shall
die, for life won't be worth living any
| longer"
! Stephen was baffled and puzzled by all
this. he had not the faintest idea what it
meant, not the smallest suspicion OF all
that was working in his little Wife's mind,
But he held her in his arms and soOthed
her and petted her like hurt child. my
dear-my love-my little wife, don't cry
! like that" he entreated. ''What did I do
dear? What did say to upset you like
this?'
/ But Julia was now a trife ashamed
WELL if the truth be told, very much
! ashamed of her outburst, and she gave
him no explanation as she rested her head
against his broad shoulder. Stephen now,
however, was bent upon getting to the
bottom Of the mystery.
"You said you were jealous, just now,
darling" he said, but what are you jeal-
Gus of-not of me, surelf? You didn't
think the letters were bund and that /
stayed at home 10 flirt with one of the
other women, did you? Oh! you could
not" he added, laughing Mt his own sug-
gestion. you couldn't-it's too ridicu
lous for words. You didn't think that,
did your"
But Julia still had nothing to say, and
instead of answering she began to trace
imaginary pat; .rns with her fingers in the
blotting book which was lying open on the
table. Then she began to follow the lines
of the work on which he or someone else
had been employed and of which traces
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