Democratic messenger., 1893-12-09
HTrunR Mystery

Now. Phil. really, what de- you
like best-the white blouse or the
pink p
"My dearest Blanche. you look
lovely in either
"No. hut really ?"
"And. TRULY -
YOU'RE too ridiculous. Phil" cried
Mrs Lorimer. laughing AS lady :
maid you are not success-go and
smoke your cigarrett on the balcony,
and I'll be ready in Il second
Mr.. Lorimer obcyed with the sub
mission and alacrity of a newly made
spouse, and. moreover. waited with a
patience and resignation only to he
found in a man whose married life
can still be counted by weeks.
81 haven't been long. have % ask
ed his wife. with delightful conviction,
when she returned after an interval j.;
"and oh, Phil, don't you think this is
the most perfectly lovely place on the
face Of the earth? ?"
Mr.. Lormcr's answer was somewhat
wide Of the mark and by no means
unworthy of record. but certainly
Eden-on-Sea was a delightful spot.
"lt's delicious" repeated Mrs. Lori
mer, ecstatically; but come, Phil,
I'm quite ready for my drive. oh,
there, my shoe is undonc ; do tie il up
for me-"
Philip was kneelins at her feet, and
she was laughingly instructing him in
the art of trying shoe lace when. Ia
the unuttcrable confusion Of both, the
room door opened and stranger
stood in the doorway.
Excuse me, am afraid | have
made a mistake"
Mr.. Lorimer jumped up, glaring at
the intruder savagely.
Il thought this was my room. No.
"a"
"This is 2lA." growled Lorimer
your room is the next on the left.
Thank you a thousand pardons
and with courteous bow the stranger
withdrew.
Idiot :" began Phil, hut Mrs. Lori
ner interrupted him.
ooh did you ever see such a hand
some man: lie had face like an
archangel +"
"Archangcl be-pulverized ! think
people might take the trouble to see
that they don't blun,ler into other
peoples rooms Come along. Blanche
the carriage is waiting
The evening passed pleasantly
enough, and when toward its close
Mr.. and Mrs. Lorimer lounged upon
their balcony in the moonlight il seem
ell as if there could lie nothing TO mar
the delights of this best of all possible
worlds. Suddenly terrible discorl-
ant note was struck.
Listen :" whispered Blanch.
"Eh, what = said Phil, whose whol,
attention had been engrossed by hi.
companion. and who. unlike her. had
not the iemenine knack of doing tive
things at the same time.
Don't you hear some one talking in
the next room?" whispered Blanche
"Well ?"
But they're quarrcling listen."
Not I. Why shouldn't they quar-
rel il they like? Lets go in.'
But at that moment woman,
voice, low and piteous, reached theil
ears:
"Oh Frank have you no pity p
"There, didn't you hear p whisper
ed Blanch, in awestruck tones.
"Yes, and | don't mean to hear any
more. Come in, Blanche"
"IIow stupid YOU are. Phil! They
are in the next room, tell you - she
reiterated impatiently.
"What of it p
"I.orimer gave a little petulanl
stamp.
There was no one with that gentle
man who came in here this afternoon
and he was alone at table dhote
Now, do you understand ?"
Phil gave lew whistle. but befor,
he could make any remarks the wall
ing voice reached them again:
Frank. don't force me cannot
| will not II i, too awful =
Phil drew his wife quickly into the
room and closed the window noisily
But, Phil. amt you going to Il,
anything? Suppose"
STUFF and nonsense ~ interrupted
Phil, grutlly its no business Of ours
But your archangel does not seem t,
be very amiable person -
But don't you think
IL think its time To turn in :" re
piled her husband, dccisivcly: tnl