The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-30

his coat and hat -pm glad you came
glad 10 SEQ youl Stay TO lunch, won't
you? Have this foot rest Constance
Is home1upstairs." he said, In q
breath. Just watt he added. eager
". s.IIl 60 and get her"
But he came back sulltiiy.
"She went out with Kate. II seems
he explained In an injured manner. II
didn't know ii They're always CAD
ding about. Have some maraschino Of
something's
Cordial at this hour Of the day7r
Tom protested. looking the soul Of
~reassurinR good nature and ~betraying
no Excitement at the fact Of Constance's
absence.
He even took up a newspaper.
ssIfe doesn't care" George mnscd.
gloomiIy. Maybe he isn't IN love with
her after ALL
And he sat and eyed his stalwart
friend, and thought what a good hus-
band lie would have made for Con-
stance, and how blind and contrary and
cxasrcrating they all were, and how
helpless lie himself was to arrange mat
tors as they ought to be arranged. lie
fell into unhappy silence,
elias the cashier of the Frcesborough
bank really gone OH with the funds?r
said Tom, with his handsome nose in
tkc paper. There's a rumor to hat
effect. Stewards his name. He's
rich enough anyhow. He ought TO
be gs
The bell rang againi II WINS Mrs
pnHAft lR.lstnfr &e~2kk. = - AfAisA
checked after the fresh air and as
blithe as though going TO tho carpcn-
tiers reception In her old beaded wrap
were not going TO be a horrii neccs-
sity.
ooh, you, Tom?" she cried, cordially.
sr ain so gladi Poor George Is so
wretchcd with that cold. and you can
cheer him upl'
Il don't need cheering up" said
George, budding his shawl closer.
Where Is Constance?r
''Conny2s' said Mrs. Parfitt, brightly.
.tohl we met Hugh Dudley in his cart
and he took COMFY along with him.
What q stylish turnout he hasl'
Mrs. pnrtitt nupinncd her bonnet
'tIle did, did hep
Her husband twitched In his chair so
violently that his elbow knocked the
ginger tea cup TO the floor. Tom picked
1t up
Il wonder II that scamp has taken
the money--if it will burst the bank?'
he said. sits a shamer'
what bank9n Mrs. Parntt ques-
toned.
An animated discussion cnsued. Mrs.
Partitt knew the defaulting cashiers
daughter; Tom Danforth had known
his brother. George, who knew more
about him than either. Of them, cons
tributed nothing TO the conversation.
He leaned back and shut his eyes. He
confessed to himself that he was en-
tirely out of temper; but he had-ccr-
tainly be hnd-ample cause for being
so-ample ~distracting cause. lie even
began to think about going upstairs to
bed as a temporary escape from his af-
hictions.
And I'm sorry enough for Sally
Stewart There's .Connylp said Mrs.
Parfltt said she shouldn't be gone
long" sss ss@s.
Constance came sweeping in. Her
stylish long dress trailed after her
wiltshire effect. Her light coat was
open and showed the white silk vest OF
her dress. Her little hat set back
prcttily on her fair hair, which was
blown into many straying tendrils.
George thought, with a mental
groan, that she had never looked so
lovely.
'oh, Tom, your" Constance cried,
quite as Mrs. Parftt had done.
And then, not at all as Mrs. Parftt
had done, she gave him both her hands
and-it was no hallucination, 1t was a
fact-and let him kiss her.
She turned upon her cousin with her
blue eyes swcetly dewy.
do you like 1t, Georgeg' she said
Are You glad? / know you like Tom.
Aren't yon pleased2 We'd have told
you before, but we've only been n
gagged a week, and nobody but Kate
has known II SO far. Y NJ
"And | thought / wouldn't blurt 1t
out, : said Tom, standing, flushed and
beaming. II thought I'd let COMFY
tell yon. you know
Are you two engaged?" George
roared. He sought vainly to get his
wife's eye Then how about Hugh
Dudley9"
mr.. Dudley9e said Constance,
vaguely. .sOh, Gcorgell You haven't
thought that Hugh Dudley wanted me
or | him2 Why, it's all about Grace
Quinby. They were engaged, you
know, and then they had some
ridiculous trouble or other; and Grace
and | have been so chummy ever since
I've been here that Mr.. Dudley came
right to me with it, He's been here
two or three times to tell me things to
tell her and I've told her all of them,
for Grace was foolish and hasty, and
it really wasn't Mr.. Dudley's fault at
all, and I've been anxious for them to
make up And now they have. He
came This morning to get me 10 go
there with him, and he met me on the
street and we went And Grace began
to cry when she saw him, and / came
away and"
Constance was alphabetically tear
full.
"We'H quarrel. will we. Tom2,'
she demanded, tenderly.
Tom stroked her hand.
Kate cried Mr.. Parfitt, sternly.
But his wife, laughing until her pink
checks were red. slipped her hand
through his arm.
You're a dear good boy she
avoxed, land | was a mean, dreadful
girl to do it But, George, you were
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