The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-09-09

ALICE LOOKED UP AT HIM QUICKLY.
they are my wife and my house. You
are not going to do any more writing,
Harry? We shall only just be in time
for dinner"
Harry Hastings was standing at his
desk busily arranging papers, and it was
quite perceptible time before he an
swered without turning his head.
Every sorry, but really can't come
tonight. 1--we an engagement. Some
other time shall be delighted to make
your wife's-acquaintance.
Brown was quite distraught that even
ing. His thoughts wandered to his old
pupil with tiresome persistency. He
hardly noticed that Alice wore new
and bewitching tea gown. He did not
see that though her eyes were fixed on
her book she never turned page.
Alice, too, was distraught, but pres
emily she yawned and looked up at her
husband with a slightly unamiable ex-
preston on her calm, fair face.
"What on earth are you thinking of,
John? Do you know that you are a very
dull companion this EVENING"
John started out of his reverie.
cam l, dearest2 know I'm dull old
fellow. was thinking of my old pupil,
Harry Hastings. I've often talked to
you about him, You know, and if you re-
member l met him last week in the
city,
Eyes, remember" said Alice indiffer-
emily, picking up the book which had
slipped from her hand. well, why
poor Harry Hastingsf l thought he was
very rich young man"
"He is very unhappy man just now.
He's got into an unfortunate entangle-
ment with a married woman
REALLY, did he tell you soI'
Eyes, he told me. 1t appears he met
her years ago in India"
"And who is the womanT'
"He refused to tell me, and he was
right Whoever she may be, pity her
and him."
He took his wife's pretty hand in his
and looked at her fondly.
"Ah, Alice, if there were more women
like you the world would be very diff.
ferent place"
She drew her hand quickly away-a
sudden flush of color on her pale cheeks.
"Don't be foolish, John, You run my
rings into me. We are not on our honey.
moon.n
Brown felt trifle chilled
Some weeks passed, and Brown saw
nothing more of young Hastings. He
called at his rooms several times, but
never found him in. He wrote and re.
peated his invitation to dinner, but Har.
ry was deep in engagements and could
not spare his friend an evening for weeks
to come.
poor Harryl" said John to his wife.
ST am anxious for him. He's going to
the devil rapidly. He knows it, and he's
ashamed to see me. Poor unhappy boyi'
81 don't know that he needs your pity,
john" said Alice, without raising her
eyes from the toy terrier on her lap. 81
dare say lie is happier going to the devil
in his own way than he would be if he
led an absolutely virtuous and unevent-
full life."
For awhile perhaps. But for how
long,"
Alice shrugged her shoulders.
What does Tennyson sayp Better
30 years of Europe than cycle of Ca
thayr Anythingis better than dullness. u
John looked at his wife little anx-
iously. There was an unusual ring in
her voice-a touch of bitterness that
Jared upon him.
MY dear, are you trifle dullf' he
asked anxiously. perhaps it is little
slow for you to be all day alone here
while ! am away in the city. wonder
what can do to make your life little
pleasanter. Let me see-businessiss slack
jrst now. What do you say to week
in Parish
Alice looked up at him quickly. II
was hot day, and the heat had made
her unusually pale.
"You are very good, John, butt don't
care for Paris, am quite happy as
am. lam not in the least dull"
She smiled at him, and that smile com.
pletely dispelled any vague anxiety he
had begun to entertain on his wife's &C
count. But his anxiety for Harry was
not so easily dissipated. The young mar
possessed an extraordinary power of win
ming affection, and he had won his old
tutors heart completely. He took a,
much interest in him as though he were
younger brother, and Brown deter
mined he would make one more effort tt
save him. That evening he had promised
to dine at his club with an old frienG
who had returned unexpectedly from
India. Under ordinary circumstance
Brown would have gone on after dinner
to the theater and not have returned I'll
late, but tonight he hurried away from
the club soon after 8 and reached Harry
lodgings before 3. Colonel Holt lla{
grumbled little, but an irresistible i'm
pulse drove John toward his friend.
"Mr. Hastings is out, sir, said TIN
servant.
"Then I'll go up and wait till he come
in.n
CHAPTER III.