The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-10-31

Brevoort were left alone. Frank" she
said. will you call me a cab, please?''
Her voice was meek: she was thinking
of the wrong she had done him in thought.
thinking, too, Of a certain lesson in psyche
ology taught her by six months of Jealous
pain and disillusionment-bUt Frank Ruth
erfOrd thought that Mark TsntOn, tho
drawing was on ner conscience,
and drew himself up stiffiy. Thus do our
dear friends fail to pluck out the heart
of our mystery. Certainly. unless you
would prefer-er-Mr. Fenton to get one
for YOU
She directed a heavenly glance of re-
proach at him. but the imp that sat on
the tongue of this goddess was surely
human. NO. Frank" said she. Il had
rather you got one for me; MIR. Fenton is
engaged And 1 think Mrs. Braintree Will
excuse you"
Frank Rutherford got the cab in hum
bic silence, and helped her in. 'Home?'
Home"
"A-a-may 1 come too, Delia?" Miss
Brevoort did not answer; but Frank
Rutherford gave his directions to the
driver through the trap-door in the roof.
Meanwhile husband and wife faced each
other. Mrs. Braintree sat down on the
sofa. Let US look at this thing calmly,
Mark" she said. I'VE viii not scold each
other. lost my temper; 1 admit it;
am cool now. COrdelia BrevoOrt viii keep
quiet, and she will keep the men quiet,
too. am making a decent livelihood I:
so, l suppose, are you. You don't want
me; 1, assuredly. don't want you. You
do not want me?"
Not in the least"
Then we meet and part here. If we
meet again, you will not know Mrs. Brain
tree?''
II am entirely at your orders. Alice"
You are behaving very decently, very
Sensibly. 1 suppose the fact is, you don [
care for me-
NO, 1 don't"
THAT is very nice: am so glad. Good
by, then; / wish you good luck, Mark"
She was perfectly good-tempered now.
''One minute, Alice; 1 wanted to ask you
something. You don't mind having a few
minutes conversation with me?'
''Oh no. oh dear no. 1 came to see your
'Undine.' What is it?" She leaned back
playing with her eyeglasses
You said something about Mr.. Ruther-
ford to Miss Brevoort; what was it?''
"Oh. that-I practised pious fraud upon
our dear Cordeiia. I told her something
about Mr.. Rutherford; nothing any other
woman would have cared a fig about, but
she's so ridiculous. However, l wanted
Ro.and so 1 gave her an Oliver. Be
sides. in the circumstances, 1 had no rea-
son for not doing So
Il don't understand YOU"
ut is rather an awkward thing to say
70 you, MarK-gaucne, DAD FORM, DuI-9lI-
Rutherford is very eligible. l, though you
do not care for me, am still as attractive
as you thought me-befOre you married
me. And thought was a widow"
You meant to marry Rutherford, had
1t not been for my want Of tact; l grasp
that But what has that to do with Miss
BrevOort?" -
della Brevoort; I'D. though she is half
cracked. she likes him. l told her a girl
was dying for love of him; she prides
herself on her loyalty to her SEX ha,
ha."
Go on"
Now I have cleared matters UP be-
tween them. He is juse the sort of fool
that these recognized, catalogued, tick
eted Clever women can't resist, which
proves that there is one thing more stu
pid than an oveTgTown fool of a man,
and that's a clever woman. He under
stands about one minute section of Cor
delia's mind, which section he admires
very blindly. And he also likes a woman
to be tall; COTdelia is very tall. They
will marry, and live happily ever after.
I dare say they are engaged by this
time" Mrs. Braintree laughed gayly.
"Ahp' Il was a curious little sound
ing Of the nature of all three Mrs. Brain
tree raised her glasses, and scrutinized
her husband. Dear me-" she said to
herself, 'hOw very truly absurdr'
The next morning Mr.. Anderson re-
ceived Mark FentOn's acceptance Of the
Australian appointment. He sailed three
weeks later. and the crayOn sketch Of
Sister Brevoort sailed with him.-Mac-
millan's Magazine.