The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-05-18

called to her as soon as she noticed the
letter, but Miss Bagge paid no atten-
ton. 1t almost seemed that she did
not want to hear. When Mrs. Stewart
picked it up and saw that it was ad-
dressed to Henry Stewart, Esq, and
marked private and confidential" she
opened it without a moments hesita-
ton:
"My Dearest Henry-It is so sweet
to be near you again. Just as the wind
signs for the sea shore, so do l sigh for
you. Can you imagine what you are
and ever have been to me? You are,
indeed, my king, and you know | am
your willing slave. Yours faithfully,
Constance Bagge."
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on a
low deck chair and gasped and looked
across at the two.
We'll" she said, now this is fear
full
There would be a good half hou be-
fore Henry returned, and in that good
half hour it was necessary to decide
what vas to be done. What was quite
clear was that the creature must have
had some encouragement to induce her
to write such a letter, and
why, she is taking his ARM she
cried.
Indeed. Miss Constance Bagge was
resting her hand on the arm of Mrs.
Stewar s husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo, and, looking back, laugh
ingly waved it at his wife. ,
Does this mean,' asked Mrs. Stew
art, distractedly, that they will never
come back"
The letter seemed to explain his
slight Indifference in agreeing to the
lady's dismissal. 1t explained also
why, when Miss Bagge had that morn
ing made her unexpected appearance
on the bank, hailing the boy with a
shrill Hi" Henry had only laughed
very much.
Mrs. Stewart summoned the boy.
Yes, mem, there is a trine up liter
than this. 1t leaves Thames Ditton at
Ills and you get to good old Waterloo
at about 10 to II. And / wish to
Gawd," added the boy, piously, that
I was there nah. This place is a lump
too quiet for me-"
That would give half an hour to
speak her mind to Henry Gf he did
come back, just half an hour to e
tract from him a confession and then
rush for the last train up. At Water
loo she could take a cab to Uncle
Georges, and if Uncle George couldn't
see her through, why, nobody could.
Uncle George was an agent general.
He was a stern man and treated every
body as severely as though they We're
his fellow countrymen.
The white-lanneled figure came back
to the river side.
He has managed to say goodbye,
them said Mrs. Stewart fiercely. II
should like to have seen the parting
Henry came on board and went
straight to her. and, with the assur-
ance of new husbands. kissed her neck
"She's an impossible creature" said
Stewart. He sat down beside his wife
and took an evening paper from his
pocket. II believe she took the extra
away with her. I've had to buy an.
other"
There was something in little Mrs
Stewards throat that prevented hes
for the moment from starting her lect
ure.
"She wasn't so bad, you know" he
went on, Gin the old days. or course
I was a mere youth then. But now
she's too terrible for words. l sup
pose if girls don't get married they get
warped and changed"
Il want to speak to you. Henry
she said steadily.
"Oh, bother that bOy!' he exclaimed
"We must get rid of him, dear. He's
a nuisance,
at wasn't about the boy"
mot the boy? Well, then Hello.
Here's a funny case"
She went on very quietly.
Il want to speak to you seriously
Henry, about a matter that has, by
accident come to my notice. | don
want to seem to bother too much about
it, and | suppose if l were as free as
some women are l shouldn't mind il
in the least. But my mind is quite
made up"
He was not listening, but her head
was averted, and she vent on.
81 have left the keys in the bedroom
and my account book is totaled up tC
date, with the exception of the bill
that came in to-day. There is no rea
son why we should have any higl
words"
81 beg your pardon, dear. l haven't
heard a word you were saying"
He had found the news page in the
evening paper. and was reading will
much interest a diverting breach OF
promise case.
81 was only saying" and she raised
her voice to a pitch of distinctness
that"
Look here; here's an idiotic letter
the girl writes to the fellow
Il don't want to hear it. thank YOU
Yes, you do. Listen. this is how i
goes: Just as the wind signs for the
sea shore, 50 do l sigh for you.
Why. the wind doesn't sigh for tht
sea shore. does it?'
60 Oh, please she said quickly
Read the rest of the letter. Is i
really in the paper, Henry"
Look for yourself, dear; it is too
funny for words. so do sigh for you
Can you imagine what you are anC
ever have been to me? You are indeed
my king and you know that ! am you
willing slave"
Why" cried Mrs. Stewart. that,
word for word the same"
"As what?'
1T doesn't matter, dear"
She took from her blouse the lettel
that the disappointed Miss Bagga, will
deplorable lack of originality, haC
copied from the evening paper.
Don't people do some silly things
Winifred, dear. when they're in love"
She took Il marguerite from the bow
on the table and stuck it in her hair
Then she tore up the letter and CAV,
the pieces a little puff to send them on
OH the stream.
Il believe YOU" said Mrs. Stewart.
HSball Won WaOt IN no roW-pJ oproS,