The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-07-23


permitted himself the satisfaction Of
kicking tho thing gently in several
places
Tho evening saw them both estab-
hshed ut their DESKS Tho horrid impoS-
sibility of it all struck upon Jones only
too soon. He had written the opening
chapter IN his best manner, and the
tiIno came when he wanted to read it
out To give her her DUE his wife lis
tened eagerly, and did him full Justice
when he ceased
And now listen to mine" she said
blithely
Jones felt it to be his own act and
deed. and he resigned himself to listen
Her chapter was really not badly writ
ten Her style was evidently modelled
on his own. Jones put his finger tips TO
gether and smiled hopefully. But when
it came to her hero, alas not only had
he "a comb at the back of his head" as
Stevenson puts it. but no was altogether
impossible How to wipe him tenderly
out of tho chapter without breaking of
hearts? Jones fidgeted distressfully.
That's not quite the sort of thing u
man would say. DEAR" he suggested
mildly
ooh. isn't itl'' she answered, with
derlslon- AS it happens, q man did say
it-those very words Do you imagine
you know how every kind of man talks
to woman when he's alone with her?"
Heaven forbid - said Jones And
who said it to you. may ask?'
Il didn't say ii was said to me-" she
rpnlIpI IVItI y
like this ending? I think it's rather
neat, don't you? And when they had
both left the conservatory there WIS
something frml and pink lying on the
marble floor. 1t was moss rose bud 1
rather admire that sort Of ending"
where Is the point?" inquired Jones.
"Oh. we'll, if you want points to ev-
cry single sentence"-
well. but don't you see that unless
you mean something by it there's no
sense at all in tho thing? It's simply
Family Herald business I should have
thought you'd have seen that"
ITS matter of tastc, and differ
from you. said his wife very coldly,
land if we are to pick holes in each
others work allow mo to tell you that
no lady would have behaved as your
heroine did i'll that hanson ~
Why, that actually hap''-began
Jones unwarily.
ing the ink bottle ''It was that day
you saw Kitty Cameron home from the
thcater. thought so ut tho time! She
shall never enter my house again
Jones was enragcd. but saw "a posi-
bic "score- "
:" 1t was OH the same day." he said
slowly, with a painstaking smile, las
that on which you permitted yourself to
he addressed by man, not your hus-
band iii the way you so tastefully chose
to read me-"
There was a silence They glared ut
oIe another. Then Jones wife got ND
and left the room with n Queenly step,
closing the door behind her with osten-
tatious gcntlcncss.
Jones heard no more about collaborat-
ing for some time. but next day the bill
came in for the writing table,
guineas
he bargained with Shaplemann, who
consented to take it back for 4. and the
incident closed.
Some months later Jones' book actu-
ally appeared, and his wife received nr-
merous letters congratulating her on
the authorship of it,
What ill the world do they mean"'
he demanded.
Why. dear, " said she, little shame
facedly, Pm afraid told most of them
about that time when you and r.
"Wcll, when we WHAT"
"Collaborated, dearest. Don't you re-
mnmbcr!"-New Budget