Bennington semi-weekly banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 1894-1902, 1894-10-26
REUNITED.

Mr.. Garraway stood up as young Mrs.
Bradshaw rose from her seat at the dinner
table. 1t had been rather quiet dinner,
and he had had to do nearly all the talk
ing. Bradshaw opened the door, and Mr..
Garraway (of Gray 's-inn-place) noticed
that each avoided looking at the other.
Ernest Bradshaw closed the door and camd
back to the table. He cracked a walnut,
and on opening it threw it into the fire.
"Bad?" said Mr.. Garraway. He was
starting a cigar, and he had refilled his
glass. He was perfectly at home with tho
Bradshaws.
Eyes" said young Mr.. Bradshaw vio-
lently. "Of course it's bad. Worst of it
is that you never know until you try"
! But all the nuts are not bad, Brad
SHAW" Garraway grunted. Anything
wrong at Whitehall?"
mo. Whitchall's all right"
Mr. Garraway owed his success as a
solicitor mainly to knowing exactly when
not to do the wrong thing. Young Brad
shaw lighted a cigar and after few puffs
let it go out. Then he stood up with his
back to the flrc-it was his flre-and look
ed at Garraway.
81 want to ask you something, Cara
way. Do you ever have people coming to
you to draw up deeds of separations"
"Oh, yes Pretty often"
''Wcll, would you mind being of some
use to me-and to Ellen"
"Why, certainly. I've known you both
Mrs Bradshaw especially-for a long
time. But you two don't want to be sepa-
rated. Why, man alive, you haven't been
married year"
'Garraway, look here We have had a
row, dispute, or whatever you like to
call it."
"What 1 should call it" said Garraway,
rising and speaking with some ascerbity,
would be a little disagreement between
two excellent young people who ought to
know BETTER
Nevertheless, my dear Garraway," (the
young husbands lips quivered) -"never-
theless we have agreed to part.
On the piano in the drawing room up
stairs chord or two were struck, and the
clear voice of Mrs. Bradshaw rang out.
Garraway, getting on in the thirties, and
sober man of law, found the hand that
held his cigar shaking for moment.
You sce," said Bradshaw, perfectly
jolly over it."
There was sudden stop and crash
on the piano, as though the player could
keep it up no longer.
Look here Bradshaw" Garraway
passed his hand carefully over his smooth
spare hair-'look here. Call at my place
at II tomorrow morning, and I'll do what
Is wanted"
"Thank you, Garraway."
"Shall we go up stairsS must arrange
with her"
The demurc, precise little clock on tao
mantelpiece in Mr.. Garraway's chambers
struck IL O'Clock. A small boy entered
with a 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 q slim girlish figure to enter.
How do you do, Mr.. Garrawayp I'm
not late, am l? did not know the place,
and had little difficulty 1 presume
you are aware Of the nature of my errand?''
said the visitor.
eve often Lave little difficulties in the
law, Mrs Bradshaw. If everything work
ed smoothly, we would starve. l had
no chance of speaking to you last night, y
said Mr.. Garraway, excepting to ask
you to call. But l had a brief CONVEX
sation with Bradshaw, and he assured me
that you had quite made up your mind
about the NATTER