Evening journal., 1893-08-21
STORIES OF THE DAY.
A nIIdsummer EpIaode.

Mr.. Felix is we'll known West side
man of large family and influential
circle Of friends. He lives on one Of
the most aristocratic streets Of vii
mington as becomes man VINO mar
ried into one Of the leading families Of
TIE city.
Felix must be nearly so years old ;
but he is young and gay for a that.
One of his peculiarities is tnat he nearly
always comes home according to prom
ise
Not long ago he walked into his
wife's dressing room and said:
well. dearest, am off to Atlantic
City
when will you be back, Emerson27
she asked.
"Well, this is Tuesday. l shall be
back on Friday evening, God willing.
Some business friends from the South
are there, and l think / can make the
trip both pleasant and profitable Good
bye" He strained her to his bosom.
imprinted a kiss upon her upturned face,
heaved a sigh and departed, after telling
her to address any urgent message TO
the Windsor Hotel
Friday evening came, but Emerson did
not. His wife paced the ball in an agony
Of grief and apprehension. Emerson
had never failed her before Something
awful must have happened.
Nine o'clock Tenl Eleveni Twelve
No Emerson The devoted wife went to
bed with heavy heart and sobbed her
self to sleep. It was a night of horror
Ia her dreams she saw his mangled form
on the railroad track. Anon his face
was lifted Rppealingly from the second
line of breakers. Oh, what night, and
how glad she was when the English
sparrow in the ivy which ching to the
wall just without the easement told her
that day had dawned.
She arose, put on a black dress and
went to the dinine-room She tried to
eat, and could not. In fact. unless
Emerson came home she could never eat
again.
At o'clock she drove to her brothers
Office near the river. He was in. One
glance at er face showed him that some
thing was wrong.
"ln the name Of Heaven, Mary. what
is the matter Any of the children -
''Nol no ~ she gasped, at is Emerson
He has -"
"He is not deadg"
"No,-at least hope not he went
TO Atlantic City on Tuesday; promised
to be back last evening and failed to
come. Something has happened l know
it.; feel it in my heart !"
Where was he to stop p
'At the Windsor. Oh, George, what
shall do 2"
"Wire to the Windsor aud ask if
Emerson Felix is still there, suggestel
the matter-o fact brother.
Mrs Felix returned home and penned
the following telegram a tear blOtch
marring 1t here aud there:
"wnMINoToN. Del, 1898.
Proprietor Windsor Hotel,
ais Emerson Felix at Windsor? II so, Is he
well and happy Wire Immediately
MARY FELIX"
A messenger boy was summoned and
the words Of anxious inquiry sped over
the wire.
Two weary hours Of waiting It
seemed like two centuries Then there
was a ring Of the door bell. Trust the
servant 2 Never. She ans wers the sum
mons herself. The messenger boy is
whipping top with one hand and hold
ing a message with the other
Mrs. Felix clutches the message. With
nervous fingers she tears open the yell
low envelope, and reads:
Miss Mary Felix,
WILMINoTOF, Delaware.
Emerson Felix and wife left here last night
Both seemed TO be we'll and happy.
DAY Clerk, Windsor
oh, what a change She surprised the
messenger by giving him a dollar. She
surprised the cook by ordering tea
fried chicken, waiiles, fried potatoes,
cream toast. etc. She surprised the
timid waitress by swapping her teeth
through the food like a half.famished
tigress and when Emerson returned
home at II o'clock she surprised him by
but IL is well to draw the curtain
over what transpired during the -four
hours she had him closeted with her in
the drawing room
/ Willis-"Brown says he has horse fol
/ sale" Wallace-"l don't doubt it. ] sold