The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-06-28

IS necessary to get Grip to help MIN
about the room and waving his hair
brushes more violently than ever. You
don't know your own husband, you don't
know Benjamin T. Childers, if you think
will ever allow myself to be trod on
and browbeat by those people"
ssWell, dear, don't excite yourself, l
beg. You know / am not very strong,
and it gives my nerves shake.
Mr.. Childers, who in reality was very
fond Of his wife, begged her pardon, and
even kissed her before he put on his coat
and stepped over to Doctor Sears, who
happened to be at home, although twas
not his Office hours. By the time Childers
reached the doctors Office he had worked
himself up to the point of believing that
he was in very critical state, and his
face was long and serious as he told the
doctor of his strange lapse of memory
and of certain peculiar buzzing he had
noticed in his head. The doctor, who
was jovial man and an old friend,
listened attentiyely to his patient, put a
stethescope to his lungs, examined the
beating Of his heart, felt of his pulse,
looked at his tongue, inquired about the
state of his stomach and the number Of
h.lnls he slept nightly. and then clapped
him on the back and broke into hearty
peal Of laughter.
"Why, Childers, you are as sound as
q roach-not defective spot in you any
where that / can discover-good for
thirty years yet Any man is liable to
forgetfulness or lapses of memory now
and then. You have worked yourself
up into quite needless panic.
Mr.. Childers went home with light,
almost buoyant step. The sudden revul-
sion of feeling after the doctor had told
him he was sound seemed to rejuvenate
him. He humned little air he had not
thought of for years as ne went along
under the trees, and would even have
skipped if he had not been ashamed For
an hour he sat on the veranda reading
the newspaper with his back turned to-
ward the Spofford house, conscious that
Mr. Sponord, in his spare erectness, was
seated on his own veranda in the same
relative position to the Childers' house,
quite buried up, likewise, in the evening
paper After dinner Mr.. Childers went
off to his club to make a night of it with
his chums, but he felt so young and gay
on the strength Of the doctors opinion
that he actually kissed his wife again be-
fore going out, and told her that Oscars
did not think there was anything serious
the matter with him"
Gradually as the golden brown sum-
mer dusk came on after Ehe long twi-
light the Childers' mansion began to IL
Illuminate its windows and take on fes-
tive air. 1t was balmy June night,
MINDLESS and slightly overcast, but full
Of lingering CLEANS and soft suggestions
from the full breathed beauty of the
day. There was much sbrubbery about
the Childers house, and some large
clumps of trees that threw a eanse
shadow, projecting near to the bright
drawing room windows.
After the guests had begun to arrive
Mark nad slipped through little side
gate into the Childers grannds and hid
den himself in one Of those thick,
dark clumps Of trees within easy range
of the light cleaning broadly from the
drawing room. Grip was chained up
for the night to prevent his making
mincemeat of an unwary goodman or
Of the eonfectioner's men who were COM
ing to serve the supper. Mark was a
prey to the kind of thumbscrew torture
a man feels when he is forced to SEQ
without being seen the girl Of his heart
making herself bewitching to other men.
Now as he crouched there like hare on
its form in the thick shade of trees the
carriages began to drive up, and maid
ems, like goddesses descending from
clouds, alighted. There was cackle of
happy, merry voices. Little feet ran up
the steps, and light colored silks and
laces futtered and foated on the even
ing air.
Presently the drawing room was full
Of pretty young women, with fair
! sprinkling Of men. Kitty moved among
them like tne moon among stars-Kitty
in her simple white gown, without an
ornament save her own lovely golden
hair. Rigsby was there in his faultless
! evening dress, accompanied by his Ian
guild smile and drawl. He never laughed,
| for laughter diseomposes the features,
and was very unbecoming TO Mr.. Rigs
| bys style Of beauty. Rigsby was beau
tifnl to behold. and his dancing was
truly fine art. The whole scene was
visible to Mark through the large open
bow window, where tbs shades were
raised to admit the air. There were
three pieces Of very good music--a piano
and two violins-and the sight Of Kitty
swimming round on Rigsby's arm made
Mark clinch his great hand and breathe
| hard, while the large veins started out
on his forehead. He never knew how
those hours sped. BY turns he was filled
with love and rage toward Kitty, alter
mating with an intense desire to punch
| Rigsby's head that httleh head set grace
/ fully on fine sloping shoulders.
| Mark could not dance, therefore ht
| disapprored Of the beautiful art. Ri.
!! feet were rather large. and, unfortunate
| N, when he made the attempt, general,
got entaagled in tho lnadens' lishI