Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-04-27

II was only after innumcrable pieces Of
evidence, tho meaning OF which there was
absolutely no mistlking, that little Mrs.
Denison was mt Inst reluctantly forced To
the conclusion that her husband had really
got tired Of her. His days were given up
10 tho Office his evenings 20 tho club, no
had ceased % care about his appearance,
asd his clothes had become dcplorably un-
tidy. For week she could think Of moth
ing else. At tho end Of that time she be-
gan TO look about for means Of consolation
For woman she took a strangely philo-
sophical view. She knew that she could not
live without love, but instead OF sitting
down and deploring hcr lot she just deter
mined to make the best OF things.
There were plenty Of men In love with
her already. She was far too pretty and
charming woman not 10 have the chance
Of numberless admirers, but hitherto she
had always proved entirely inaccessible
Henceforth she made up her mind things
should be different.
Her choice foil ON Algie Owen. He was
little more than boy, only Just down
from Oxford, and had long admired her I'm
silence A word from her would, she
knew, be sufficient to bring him To her
feet. Within an hour from the time SID
note asking him to come round to tea the
next day. Within week nc had become
her constant companion, and her hus-
bands indifference had lost half its sting
And at the end of month Mr.. Denison,
coming home unexpectedly, had surprised
Algie in the act Of pressing n kiss on her
lips. His first impulse was to kick the
boy out OF tho house, his second TO leave it
himself. Neither impulse, however, pre-
vailed. He just stood there looking And
as Mrs Denison was far too frightened TO
speak IL was Algic who mt last blurtcd out,
his face rosy red and his lips quivcring--
he was really very DO lsh indeed despite
his grown UP airs:
"Well, sir, what is to be donef"
"That sir, said Mr.. Denison, almost
smiling--the pair before him looked more
like two naughty children than anything
else, that, sir, lies with you. What
ironically-"is your suggestionp
"I-I will tell you," stammered Algie,
what I-what Mrs. Denison wants. She
--she"-it was really very daring thing
to say-"sho wants to marry me, and she
wants you to go-go and do something
that will get-gct hcr-her u divorce"
The suggestion was SO cool that for
moment it quite took Mr. Denison's breath
away.
WELL I'm hangedl" he calculated at
last.
He was silent for q moment, thinking.
Now" he said at last, ego. Oh, by the
way" he added as Algie turned toward
the door, F"can you come in to dinner this
day woekp We shall be very pleased to see
you"
Algic's blue eyes widcncd into a stare.
But when the question was repeated and
he saw that Donison was in earnest he said
that he would be very pleased. Andthen
he went out, wondering what extraordi-
nary thing would happen next, and trying
to remember IL he had ever heard any 70.
ports Of madness in tho Denison family,
and Tom Denison, after ringing for his
wifc's maid and telling her to see after
her mistress, as she wasn't very well,
strobe off to his club to think out certain
little scheme.
That day week, when Mr.. Denison
walked into the little drawing room about
90 minutes before the dinner hour-his
usual practice was to get home, IL at all,
about ten minutes after 1t had been an
nOunced-Mrs. Denison opened her eyes
very wide indeed. Instead of tho old shah
by tail coat he had donncd what was evil
q
latest fashion. His hair had been freshly
cut and trimmed, the heavy mustache was
curlcd off his lips, and the yellow rose in
his buttonholo became him to perfection.
He looked at least dozen years younger
He just bent over his wife and gave hen
kiss, and then sat himself down to the
piano, and his fingers straying over the
notes began to sing more to himself ap.
parently ian to her. Music aways ap-
pcaled to her, and she could not help re-
marking in IL pause that came between
the verses that it was very pretty song,
ard she had no idea he could play SO well.
"It comes from the new opera at the
Futurity," he said II haven't got ii
quite right, but 1t went something like
that, think, as far as can remember"
He had bought the music three days before
and had been trying to get right ever since.
You are very spruce tonight, " she said,
looking up as he shut down the piano and
took up his stand against the chimney
piece.
Are you going out anywhere? I'm 60
ing to supper, and you will have Owen to
entertajJ, you. He Is sure to stay late. He
hasn't seen you since yesterday, has he?"
She ignored the sarcasm in the sugges
tion, and, still looking up at him, reflected
with an inward sigh that she wished Algie
was half as handsome as this husband of
hers. Then her mind reverted to the sup
per.
"It's to be with some woman, l sup
poser" she said.
WHAT" he queried carelcssly.
"Why, this supper"
Nothing OF the kind" he said but In
tone which only confirmed her suspi.
cions.
well, where's ii going to be anyway
"Oh, at little place in Soho. don't
suppose you've ever heard of ii.
"And you arc really going alonef'
Certainly"
She got up from her chair and came over
to where nc was standing.
Can't you make IL dinner instead of
supper and take mo with your" she said.
"But Mr.. Owen2'
"Oh, bother Mr.. Owen! Ho can have
his dinner by himself / can easily invent