The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-07
NEW COURIER SATURDAY.

, SATURDAY, JULY ', IS! time!"-"onee upon a timer' stopped suddenly again: and but for the strange luster in her eyes, life seemed 10 have ebbed away with the silence >s her saddening voice.
 Lord. Bob. what's the matter? Your face Is as whire as the girls"
 "oh, nothing. nothing, am not used to this sort of thing. like you. l must get out Of here instantly"
 The reporter led the way. As they passed the matron his companion grasped her hand.
 T know this girl" he whispered. 'I will see you early tomorrow. l will prove my gratitude to you if you will have all done in human power" And then aloud to Burroughs. who was regarding him keeniy. Yes. yes. yes You reporters do meet with strange human episodes"
 "Romances you might say. And If I'm not mistaken. this Is one of 'em. Into my first novel you go. Bob"
 "As you like. Charlie. if 1t turns out only romance! But. if tragedy?" he said appeelingly and with lowering voice.
 | Being n gentleman as we'll as re- porter. Charlie Burroughs drew his | friends arm through his own and as | they passed out into the city lights and shadows together. made answer tender | ly:
 Then 1t must stand among the sa- cred silences. But let's hear about 1t, when you feel like talking, Bob" Five years later 1t began to be bruit- ed In political circles that the Hon. Till man Plumley was threatened with pa resis. In fact. Mrs. Tillman Plumley. | after n long consultation with the Plumley family physician. in which ! this good man was as conscientiously | guarded against sustaining any of the | lady's surmises as was consistent with retaining the Plumlcy family practice, had herself advanced the theory that "the senator Is failin'." During the consultation the unfor- tunate word ''paresis" had been dropped. It had fine, aristocratic sound; It's symptoms exactly accorded with what Mrs. Tillman Plumley pri- vately termed her husbands "namby- pambyness:" his failure to respond with vim and energy to the repeated political demands of his country; and, particularly, with his late habit of wan. ing able to properly account for his ab- Esences, and return, with what seemed to Mrs. Tillman Plumley an almost id- iotic and smiling reminiscential con- tentment.
 I've put him where he is," she feel ingly admitted to her maid, as they were one day packing the Plumley fam fly trunks preparatory to a years so- journ in Europe, to which her husband stoutly protested, "an it'll prob'ly be my fate to have him break down on my hands an drivel on for years" She was folding one of her hus- bands vests. A crumpled bit of paper protruded from its inner pocket. No- ticing 1t, she sent the servant out of the room, opened the dainty note and | read:
 Darling Papa:
 DOu | Illl uO cO1ne SdtuTuuy evening, TOT alI Sunday. You can come down to engage your | steamer state rooms. We'll have that deli cious, dear old Boston Sunday morning break fast you so love; Brown bread and coffee, baked beans and fish Do comet Little Till man is now babbling your name. How pre- ciOus of him! Don't forget we are now in our new fiat, in Harlem. Its perfectly lovely!- | 10l6 Janitor avanue Take the Sixth avenue DORA.
 
 mental calmness itself when alone in the presence of calamity. She simply uttered the one word Monsters" thrust the note in her reticule; donned her bonnet and wrappings; was imme- diately driven to the railway station; and, in two hours time, was touching the electric bell button of the Plum ley fiat, at 1916 Janitor avenue.
 What if I should ketch 'em in fla granty delicter!' she muttered, tap ping softly at the door,
 A songful woman ripped along the inner hall, followed by a child, shout ing baby talk in joyous expectation. The apartment door opened, just as two men entered from the street below. Mrs. Tillman Plumley grasped the
 
 the joyous child with the other, marched them without word to the little par lor pumped them into separate chairs, and stood before them glaring and mumbing "Yes, its his!-Looks jess like him! Oh, you-woman" as the Hon. Tillman Plumley and MT. Robert Plumley entered the parlor and came to a sudden and appalled, halt as the tragic scene and the tragic woman con- fronted them.
 st-st-st-st-st! - Wouch! - St-stw in heap upon the floor at her instant comprehension of her mistake, and, as instantly attempting to palliate 1t with her ever-ready hysterical recourse.
 Father, shall I ring for an ambu- lance?" quietly inquired Robert Plum ley, as he gently gathered little Dora and his child in his arms.
 "Yes, yes! Call an ambulance! Call the police! Call everybody!'
 His wife sprang nimbly to her feet and hastened hystericless toward the door.
 The Hon. Tillman Plumley sawed the air with his oratoric arms and contin- ued wildly:
 Here, Cynthy Ann! Here's your tickets. Here's your money. Paresis' don't count! Tillman Plumley don't go. Tillman Plumley stays right here Canter and gallop and tower all over the European continent, and keep on cantering, galloping an towering, till vo,1 can come back here and give me A