New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-04-08

some one on the boat yesterday that looked ra ad
- woman in a blue sailor gown with ,eu
parasol That's what she wore al iast yr 49, -
Webb explained that the person reIerleu -. ~
was Miss Isabel Finley, one or the fepo,
the society editor Of "The Telegraph. Sne spen.
the summer at the Bellingham, at Nahtashe :.
Beach; he didn't mention the fact that sii9 So g.
her board there free, for he ddn KNOW ~ , nm
was continually writing about him. TWO sui,-
mers before she had written an article OF TWO coi-
umns describing the most minute detalis OI nIs
life at Cohassett CLEANED from people VINO hhe"
him and from observations made Wnen OH :
she had dined al his house. Mrs Weoo hdd
never permitted her to enter the house AGAIN
shes dreadful creature. dreadful! cried
Mrs Webb, when her husband had hnished'
such brass" :,
They put I'D With her on The Telegraph
said Webb. because her work is so popular.
She stops at nothing. and she writes IN
horrible-the tendency Of journalism at the pres.
ent time. The Telegraph used to be decent;
but it's getting worse and worse
Il want Mr. Webb 10 give it up and sell out IT.
his interest In The Argus'-stop writing FOR IL
altogether" exclaimed Mrs. Webb But ne
won't"
IT'S the only connection with literature that
I have left" he said. with half-sad. haf-whim-
steal smile. Il must cling to the skirts of Htera-
ture somehow to keep my self-respect. But
must say they're pretty bedraegled."
There was a heavy tread in the hail and John
numbered into the room. He was stout, slouchy
man Of fifty. with short black hair a low fore
head. and with coarse, unshaven face. Mrs.
Webb instructed him 10 go To Appleby Terrace
and ask Mrs. Appleby to get for him the copy of
The Telegraph from Miss Johnsons room. Webb
fairly bushed for shame at her presumption,
but he evidently thought 1t best to say nothing.
At this point, however, Evelyn made an effort
to assert herself.
Don't you think we'd better go with him
she asked land send the paper back? We've
made a long call already"
Mrs. COhn started 20 acquesce. but Mrs. Webt
| haven't seen half enough of you yet. | dOn't
often enjoy the luxury Of callers. and now that
I've got you I'm going to keep you. Besides,
want to talk over the article with you"
Johns absence seemed nterminable The con-
seriousness that they were waiting for his return
made the conversation forced, and every now and
then IL tagged 50 that Webb had to exert him
self to revive IT. He addressed most Of his re-
marks To his wife. apparently with desire t.
keep her interested Indeed, her spirits seemed t.
drOpD and occasionally she looked as If she wa:
about 10 fall asleep. At these times he would ash
her question that obliged her to talk. II
was curious scene; Mrs. Conn watched 1t Will
wonder. They both hoped that John would come
soon. and yet they dreaded seeing him appear.
When. at last, his heavy step was heard on the
gravel path. Webb met him at the door and took
the paper from his hand.
Let me see it, Oswald" his wife cried i'm
patiently.
He looked over several sheets before he could
find the article. When he reached the soed page
face. and he turned tale. They sat in silence
while he stood and read. When he had finished
he crumpled the paocr in his hands, just a:
Evelyn had done, and he cried in low voice.
"GO1"
Give II to mo- Oswald said his wife.
Instead Of doing as she requested, he tore the
sheets nerccly into shreds. She jumped from hel
seat and threw herself upon him.
"Oh. YOU brute" she cried, trying to wrcst the
papcr from his hands
IIe seized her by the wrists. forced her back int
the chair. and held her. Mrs Cohn and Evelyn
sat with pale faces and silently watched tn,
scene.
Please ring the bell twice" he said quietly
still bending over his wife. who was trying t.
shake of his grasp and making low means
Tho nOiseless attendant. who proved q be ar
enormous. notwithstanding woman II fifty, ap
pearc1 at the door. Together they carried Mrs
Webb out Of the room.
CrO be continually