Connecticut western news., 1895-03-14

''The mail goes at 8 from Charing

Cross. l think!
 Ut used to go at 8, ma'am," said Parker cautiously "When we went away, if you remember"-
 "Yes, yes, of course. want you to pack a bag for yourself, and we will catch the mail tonight"
 Catch the mail, ma 'am, tonight?"
 ''Yes, yes. Lose no time, please, and send out for 8 cab
 Well, neverr' murmured Parker.
 Mrs. Waterhouse had some intention of having one fine, big. square scene with her husband before she left, but there was little time to spare. More over, it occurred to her that she could be quite as bitter in we'll composed letter to be dispatched from Biarritz as in nasty interview.
 "Come along, Parker" she called.
 Its all very we'll to say come along" muttered Parker discontentedly, but this is a rum sort of game, and l don't 'alf cotton to it"
 We've got 20 minutes. Tell the man to drive carefully, but to drive very fast ''
 The most galling thing about the whole deplorable affair was the certain ty that her mother would meet her at the station with an I-told-you-so-my- poor-lamb expression. Still there was no ono else to whom she could go, and at any rate she could always control mamma She always had done SO
 Charing Cross.
 ''The mail, lidy?" said the porter civilly. 1.-The mail goes at ite fifteen. It's later'n it use to be-
 Parker, will you get some papers? Get one or two for yourself, you know"
 Parker, still rather inclined to be cross, went to the bookstall It half re- stored the excellent maid to complaccnt submission to what she termed all this ramping about to find the new number of "The Lady's Own Chatterbox" on sale. It was her own particular favorite journal. -. ..-. ..--.
 ..We'll get ill now, Parker" said Mrs. Waterhouse There's 20 minutes to wait, but we may as we'll take our seats. Seconds. please, porter"
 They found comfortable corner seats For awhile they watched the stout, per spiring ladies and the slim daughters and the pet dogs. The usually demure Parker sniggered so much when she saw two Frenchmen kiss each other that she dropped 1.-The Lady's Own Chatterbox. Mrs. Waterhouse took it up and held it in her hand.
 'I must read" she whispered to her self. ''I must do something to keep myself from thinking. l shall faint if don't divert my thoughts. 1"
 The "Lady's Own Chatterbox" lay on her lap. She put one small foot against the seat opposite and leaned for ward to get the steady glare of the cleo tric light on the page.
 ''Any more going on?" cried the in- g. actor on the platform aggressively.
 We comnfence this week story by new writer, Walter House, entitled 'Alicia's Only Love. It will be re- plete with romantic interest, and, in short, wonderful picture of high class life of the present day, with all its faults and foibles.
 "Now, then," cried the inspector on the platform in an aggrieved tone to a belated passenger, "are you going on there, or are you not going on?"
 Mrs. Warehouse began to read. Chapter 1 was headed, '"The Countess. "
 Alicia was half leaning, half re- clining on an ottoman reading a deli cately scented letter from Sir Harold de Beer. It opened thus: "I want you, my dearest, to believe that I am quite true to you. am bound by certain ties to others, but to you, my sweetheart, my own darling Alicia 'Parker!" screamed Mrs Water house, with gasp of delight Come out quickly"
 Right away" shouted the inspect or. 'Stand away there, please.
 Here, stopp' cried Mrs. Waterhouse. She caught up her skirts and jumped nimbly out. An active porter seized her bags, and as the train was moving caught the descending Parker neatly and swung her round upon her feet. 'Ow's that, umpire?" asked the porter. .... "O-u-t, outp' said the inspector. He turned his hand lamp to Mrs Wa terhouse- Hope you're all right. ma 'am?"
 "Thank you, yes," said Mrs. Water house breathlessly. I'm all right now. |" -Pall Mall Budget