The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-12-14

A God. a God, their severance ruled,
And babe between their shores to be
The unplumbed salt, estranging sea-
He-Tell your jhampaais not to hurry so,
dear. they forget I'm fresh from the Plains.
She-Sure proof that have not been go
ing out with any one. Yes, they are an
unframed crew. Where do We go?
He-As usual-to the worlds end. No,
Jakko.
she-Have your pony led after you,
then. It's long round.
He-And for the last time, thank heaven!
She-Do you mean that still? didn't
dare to write to you about it all
these months.
He-Mean It'll I've been shaping my af-
fairs to that end ever since autumn. What
makes YOU speak as though it had oc-
Cured to you for the first time?
Shell? Oh! / don't know. I've had
long enough to think, too.
He-And you've changed your mind?
She-No. You ought to know that am
miracle of constancy. What are your
arrangements?
He-Ours, sweetheart, please.
She-Ours be it, then. My poor boy,
how the prickly heat has marked your
forehead! Have you ever tried sulplate OF
copper in water?
He-It'll go away in day or two up
here. The arrangements are simple
enough. Tonga in the early morning
reach Kalka at 12-Umballa at down
straight by night train to Bombay, and
then the steamer of the Dist for Rome.
That's my idea. The continent and
Sweden ten-week honeymoon.
She-Ssh! Don't talk of it in that way.
1t makes me afraid. Guy, how long have
we two been insane?
He-Seven months and fourteen days. I
forget the odd hours exactly, but I'll
think.
Shell only wanted to see if you remem-
bered. Who are those two on the Bless
ington road?
He-Eabrey and the Penner woman.
What do they matter to us? Tell me every
thing that you've been doing and saying
and thinking.
SHEDDING little, saying less and think
ing d great deal. I've hardly been out at
all.
He-That was wrong of you. You
haven't been moping? =
She-Not very much. And you wonder
that I'm disinclined for amusement?
He-Frankly, 1 do. Where was the
difficulty.
She-In this only. The more people
know and the more I'm known here the
wider spread will be the news of the crash
when it comes. l don't like that.
He-Nonsense. We shall be out of it.
She-You think so!
Helm sure of it, if there is any power
| in steam or horsehesh to carry us away.
| Ha! Ha!
She-And the fun of the situation comes
in-where, my Lancelot?
He-Nowhere, Guinevere. I was only
thinking of something.
She-The say men have a keener sense
of humor than women. Now was think
| ing of the scandal.
He-Don't think of anything so ugly.
We shall be beyond it.
| Shelf will be there all the same-in
| the mouths of Simla--telegraphed over In
| dia and talked of at the dinners-and when
he goes out they will stare at him to see
how he takes it. And we shall be dead,
| Guy, dear-dead and cast into the outer
! darkness where there is
He-Love at least. Isn't that enough?
She-I have said so.
| He-And you think SO still?
| She-What do you Think
| He-What have done? 1t means equal
ruin to me, as the world reckons tout
casting, the loss of my appointment the
breaking off my life's work. pay my
! price.
| She-And are you so much above the
world that you can afford to pay it. Am | !?
He-My divinity-what else?
Shea very ordinary woman, I'm afraid,
| but, so far, respectable. How d'you do,
| Mrs. Middleditch? Your husband? /
| think he's riding down to Annandale with
| Colonel Skaters. Yes, isn't it divine after
the rain? Guy, how long am l to
be allowed to bow to Mrs. Middleditch?
! He-Frowsy Scotchwoman! What is
the use of bringing her into the discussion?
/ You were saying?
She-Notbing. Have you ever seen a
man hanged?
| He-Yes. Once.
She-What was it for?
He-Murder, of course.
She-Murder. Is that so great sin af-
ter all? wonder how he felt before the
| drop fell
He-I don't think he felt much. What
gruesome little woman it is this evening!
She--I think l will. Oh! Look at the
mist coming over Sanjaoli; and l thought
we should have sunshine on the Ladies'
Mile. Let's turn back.
He-What's the good? There is cloud
on Elysium hill, and that means it's foggy
| all GOWN Ine Mail. wei 20 on. ltu
blow away before We get to the convent
| perhaps. Joye! It's chilly.
She-You feel it fresh from below. Put
on your ulster. What do you think of my
cape?
He-Never ask man his opinion of a
woman's dress when he is desperately and
abjectly in love with the wearer. Let me
| look. Like everything else of yours it's
| perfect. Where did you get it from?
She-He gave 1t me, on Wednesday-our
wedding day, you know.
He-The deuce he did, He's growing
| generous in his old age. D'you like that
frilly, bunchy stuff at your throat?
don't.
She-Don't you?
Kind SIR o your courtesy
As you go by the town, sir,
| Pray you o love for me,
Buy me russell gown, sir.
Hell won't say: "Keek into the draw
darling, and you shallbe stocked with rus
set gowns and everything else.
She-And when the frocks wear out,
you'll get me new ones and
everything else?
l He-Assrredly.
She-I wonderi
He-Look here, sweetheart I didn't
spend two days and two nights in the train
to hear you wonder | thought we'd set
tied all that at Shaifazehat
She (dreamily)-At Shaifazehat? Does
the station go on still? That was ages and
ages ago. 1t must be crumbling to pieces
All except the Amirtollah kutchd road.
don't believe that could crumble till the
day of judgement.
He-You think so? What is the mood