The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1893-06-14
IN OUR OFFICE.
won,t see her. and that's flat y

| DuI KNOW noGHIuS duOuG Gne DuSl-
ness. You'd better 60" said.
"I've had enough of it. Take your
turn now. You know enough about it
and anything you don't know she'll
soon tell you"
growled but rose to go into the
| private room where we saw our clients.
The next minute I was face to face
with fashionably dressed, graceful
looking little body, who rose from her
chair and then slowly subsidized, lean
ing back, and l saw the flash of her
eyes through most coquettish veil.
In a sweet, clear, silvery voice, and
with the most perfect aplomb, she said,
gently:
81 was waiting to see Mr.. Smithers. /"
"I-er-that is, I said. hurriedly, as
strange longing came over me to see
that veil raised and learn whether the
face fitted the sweet voice. "Mr.
Snlithers is particularly engaged and
he asked me to see YOU"
A tiny foot was jerked from beneath
the folds of the rich robe clad in the
most delicate of French bottines, and
then darted back again like one of the
poets mice; but the lady's next words
were gentle, appealing and ringing, as
she sald-almost sighed:
"And you, then, are"
"Small-Mr. Small, his partner" I
replied.
"Will he be longP"
"Many hours, 1 am afraid" I said,
eagerly; "but of course I am fully in
his confidence and you may trust me
to-"
l did not finish. The countenance,
slowly unveiled by the unfastening of
the gauze, lace or whatever it was,
surpassed the voice and 1 sat gazing
in mute admiration. For one side of
the veil was unfastened and the other
side refused to come, while with my
pulses going on in most unprofes-
sional way l had hard work to keep
from saying: "Can help youP" and
rising to extract the hair-pin which
small blame to it-refused to leave the
auburn tangle in which it clung.
THAT'S it." she said, with her eyes
looking through me as she laid the
veil upon the table, and just then / be-
came aware of sweet fragrance
waited through our dingy Lincoln's
Inn room.
"But this is not the woman Smithers
thought" I said to myself. was
puzzled.
"You of course know all about my
unhappy case?" she murmured, with q
soft sigh.
@oh, yes" l replied, hastily, telling
legal lie.
"The Hon. Mrs. Amos?" she contin-
ued, inquiringly, and as if had not
spoken.
EYES," said, striving hard to pull
myself together. Il know your case by
heart"
"Ah, Mr.. Small. l am a most un--
happy woman"
There was so much appealing pathos
in that voice that once more I was
thrilled and as manly bachelor wished
to do battle with the masculine fiend
who could behave i'll to such an angel
in fashionable costume as this. Then
l literally jumped in my surprise, for
she suddenly struck the table as hard
as she could with her left hand, her
eyes flashed, so did her pearly teeth,
and peculiarly vindictive look spread
over her countenance as she cried
loudly:
"Mr. Small, he's beast!"
"My dear madam!" faltered.
"He isl A vile, malignant, cruel,
torturing, cunning, cowardly, hateful
beast, and There, if / haven't
split my gloves"
81 understand the case now, per-
fectly." 1 said to myself, as 1 looked at
the palm of the pretty hand peeping
through long slit in the once tight
glove.
"But I'll be revenged upon him.
will not sit down tamely and let him
get the better of me like that"
"Is it some horrid dream?" l asked
myself as gazed at the beautiful fury
and listened to her words.
"You know how we were separated,
Mr.. Small" she continued, excitedly;
shat is if it be separation for COW
| ardly wretch to forsake his home and
wife. What do you think he saidp"
"I-er-realfy-"
"That as we couldn't agree we would
| divide the house-he would take the
outside and give me the in. And he
did,"
"How cruel!" I said
"Yes, Mr.. Small, and of course was
not going to sit down and be treated
like that. / hunted him everywhere,
all through the continent, Greece,
Egypt, back home, then to New York.
never gave him moments rest"
"But under the circumstances, my
dear madam, would not divorce-i1
-er-excuse the delicacy of my sug
gestion-it could be proved that--er-
you understand"
"That he had been wicked? Oh,
only wish he would be-" she cried
fiercely. "If could only find out thai
| there was some lady I'd kill them
both. But there isn't. Nothing o1
the kind. It's his nasty, hateful, win.
dictive temper. He loves me, but he
will not own it and come back-I mean
take me home-I mean properly"
"But, my dear madam" l said, a.
she beamed and sat gazing before her
beautiful and thoughtful, a most ador.
able woman when she was still; "you
won your case-for the restitution ot
conjugal rights. The Hon. Reginald
Amos, by the judges order, was forced
to take you home. Surely, after the
mutual soreness consequent upon the
unhappy division has passed away, the
love of-excuse me, / am speaking
legally and as may say in loco paren
tis-two highly born, handsome and
refined people must return. The Hon
Reginald Amos cannot be blind to the
personal charms-pray excuse me
again-of the lady who bears his name
He-er-is, | suppose, little-er-hot
temperedP"
Hes a nasty, virulent, nagging
cold, sarcastic wretch, and I've coms
here to-day for Mr.. Smithers to take
Immediate proceedings against the
villain for his cruel treatment"
Really. my dear madam!"