St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1894-11-15
Selected Story.
REUNITED.

opened the door, and Mr.. Garraway,
{of v's-inn-place) noticed that
each avoided looking at the other.
Ernest Bradshaw closed the door,
and came back to the table. He
cracked walnut, and on opening it
threw it into the fire.
bad" said Mr.. Garraway. He
was starting cigar, and he had re-
filled his glass. He was perfectly at
home with the Bradshaws.
. Yes" said young Mr.. Bradshaw,
violently. "Of course it's bad.
Worst of it is that you never know
until you try"
But all the nuts are not bad,
Bradshaw" Garraway grunted.
is there anything wrong at White
hall?"
NO. Whitehall's all right"
Mr.. Garraway owed his success as
a solicitor mainly to knowing exact
ly when not to do the wrong thing.
Young Bradshaw lighted cigar, and
after few puffs, let it go out. Then
he stood up with his back to the fire
it was his fre-and looked at Gar
raway.
II want to ask you something,
Garraway. Do you ever have peo-
pie coming to you to draw up deeds
of separation ?"
"Oh. yes. Pretty often"
'Well, would you mind being of
some use to me-and to Ellen ~
why, certainly. I've known you
both-Mfs. Bradshaw especially-for
long time. But you two don't
want to be separated. Why, man
alive, you haven't been married a
year!'
"Garraway, look here. We have
had row, dispute, or whatever
you like to call it."
what I should call it," said Car
raway, rising and speaking with
some ascerbity. would be little
disagreement between two excellent
young people who ought to know
better"
Nevertheless, my dear Cara
way" (the young husbands lips
Observation-Disclosures we have
agreed to part"
On the piano in the drawing room
up stairs a chord or two were
struck, and the clear voice Of Mrs.
Bradshaw rang out. Cara way,
getting on in the thirties, and sober
man of law, found the hand
that held his cigar shaking for mo-
ment.
"You see,' said Bradshaw, "per-
fectly jolly over it,"
There was sudden stop and a
crash on the piano, as though
the player could keep it up no Ion
ger.
Look here, Bradshaw''-Mr.G Gar
raway passed his hand carefully over
his smooth, spare hair-''look here
Call at nv place at IL tomorrow
morning, and I'll do what is wan
ted"
Thank you, Garraway."
"Shall we go up stairs? l must
arrange with her"
The demure, precise little clock on
the mantlepiece in Mr.. Garraway's
chambers struck II O'Clock. A small
boy entered with card.
THANK you, Judd. Show the
lady in, Mr.. Gibson"
Mr.. Gibson withdrew his work to
the outer office, stepping aside at the
door to permit slim, girlish figure
to enter.
How do you do, Mr.. Garraway.
I'm not late, am I? 1 did not know
the place, and I had little difficulty.
i presume you are aware of the
nature of my GRAND ?" said the visi-
tor.
I'VE often have little difficulties in
the law, Mrs. Bradshaw. If every
thing worked smoothly, we would
starve. 1 had no chance of speaking
to you last night" said Mr.. Cara
way, excepting to ask you to call. |
But I had brief converse ton with |
Bradshaw, and he assured me that |
you had quite made up your mind |
about the matter"
He is, in this particular instance,
quite right" She put her lips to-
gether, and looked as determined as
she could.
"And so 1 am TO draw up the deed |
of separation? -
eff you please"
Its ather rough on me-" went
on Mr.. Garraway, with an effort at
humor. why, it seems only yester
day that 1 was his best man, and you
and he went away to Neuchatel, and
we cheered you as you left Victoria
station. Do you remember ~