The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-09-20

W Ay pIiACiIicS. Vi WHICH tuc HEsG ~,
Thou shalt not do-anything in this
widow line"
left him grinning. could have
kicked him without any remorse. From
another man CLEANED that Trenchard
had been in the Indian political service
and had died suddenly. In certain lines
men are dolts and women creatures Of
genius. A woman there, a dear old
dowager, told me in FIVE minutes all
wanted to know. Her people were all
dead, she was lady of birth and breed
ing, she had none too much money, she
was very popular and very correct, and
would like an introduction? Five min
utes later made my first bow to the
divine symphony. She was gloriously
generous, gave herself to me for 10 whole
minutes, and when withdrew she muir
INJURED, with graciousness that seemed
regal, Perhaps we shall meet again."
We did meet, again and again. Our
acquaintance ripened into friendship and
finally into very close intimacy. I saw
her at least once every week. This went
on for three or four years. Between me
and Robethon she was forbidden sub
ject. knew it would only pain him.
For the same reason / never once men
toned Robethon's name to her
1t was December. Robethon and l, as
usual, were lunching at the same table.
All at once he said, II am married"
Married! God forhidr'
II have been married month"
"In that case it would be brutal not to
wish you joy"
Thank you. l think have found a
pearl Of great price. am living now in
Grovesnor Gardens. We are having a
few friends in tonight-a very few. You
will come, won't your want you to
know my wife,"
with all the pleasure in the world.
But it is like a dream"
He laughed like a man on the right
side of the hedge as he said: Eyes, it's
like dream-a beautiful dream. Come
as early as you can"
think felt trife hurt that such a
revolution in his domestic economy
should have occurred without his in
forming me of it, but was none the less
curious to see the woman who made so
notable q capture. In these DAYS it is
the men and not the women who are
captured. was very punctual. The
rest of the folks were of course late.
Robethon met me in the courtroom.
"Bagot," he said, ''this is very good Of
you. I've been thinking ought to have
told you sooner, but--Tll tell you how
~ happened and all about it at the
club
Meanwhile, Robethon, one word.
Are you happy
"As king"
''No secret regrets, ehs"
''Not the ghost of one. She is perfect.
Come, You must see her."
Arm in arm we entered the drawing
room, She was alone. / saw q vision
Of amber colored silk and futtering lace
and heard him say, Lucille, this is my
dear friend, General Bagot,"
Then for the first time I saw her face.
It was my own fair lady Of Pail Mall!
What she felt do not know. "Good
God" broke involuntarily from my lips,
and i had just sense enough to turn to
Robethon and tell him in an aside that
a sudden and awful twinge of gout had
seized me. Women, being born in
triguers, are nimble witted by nature,
and requirement. When our eyes met
second time, the lady was perfectly
self possessed and instinct with sympa-
thy over my dreadful gout.
The attack was soon over.
The dinner, believe, was good and
the company smart and lively people.
My anecdotes went off like champagne
corks, and fancy / created for myself a
reputation for brilliancy which, hap
PLY, do not feel it my duty to live up
to. For myself, do not know what /
said, did, ate, drank or thought. / was
in maze. Later in the evening saw
her alone for five minutes.
"By all that's wonderful, Lucille, what
does it mean" / asked.
"Just what you see. am Mrs. Robe
thon," she answered, futtering her fan.
"But-he is my friend. Not for worlds
would r.
mo, it would be awkward"
"Awkward! Listen, Lucille. Inc cur
tain being down, there are some plays
may never be revived"
She looked at me for some moments.
Then she said: "That is true. If / had
thought only Of myself, Dick, it would
have been and not You who would have
been the first to say, There are some
plays may never be revived"
Forgive mel know it. But
''Not another word. We are alike In
our thoughts of him. We viii be loyal
to him to the end. Still, we are friends
Dick, all the same"
And now my turn has come. Poor
Robethon has gone, and, after all, an
going to marry Lucille. What an odd
world it is!-C Chicago Post.
Egyptian Cats Fond OF the Water.