Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1895-03-08
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"Wcll," she said now this Is fearful. I"
There would be- u good half hour before
Henry returned and In that good half
hour il was necessary 10 decide what was
90 bo done. What was quito clcarwas that
the creature must have had some oncour-
sgcmcnt to induce her To writo such n let
ter, and
why she is taking his ami" she
cried
Indeed, Miss Constance raggo was rcct-
ing her hand on tac ARA ~ Mrs. Stcwart' =
husband Henry was car. 12 her banjo,
IA; Il, looking back, laughlnrly waved it a5
his wife
Docs thi, uran. as';rd Mr., Stcwurs
distractodly. that tlry viii never COMO
back
Tho letter seemed To c:plein his sliRht
difference in agreeing 10 the laGy's dis
missal 1t c~paiu,d also wig when Miss
BagGc had that morning made her uncx-
pcctcd appearance on the bank, hailinS the
boy with II shrill Hi!' Henry had only
laughed very much
Mrs Stewart summoned tho boy
Yes mem, there Is n trnc up liter than
this 1t leaves Thames Ditton nj 1915,
and you get to good old Waterloo Mt about
ten To IL And | wish to Gawd, added
This plcc is lump too quiet for me. "
Tint would give half an hour TO speak
her mind to Henry or ho did como back
just half an hour to extract from him a
confession and then rush for the last
train up. At Waterloo she could take q
cab To Cnclc Georges, and IL Uncle George
couldn't see her through, why, nobody
could Uncle George was an agent gen
cral. He was n stern man and treated ov-
erybody rs severely rs though they were
his fellow countrymcn.
The white flannclcd figure camo back TO
tho riverside
"Hc has managed 10 say goodby, then, "
said Mrs. Stewart 1lcrccly. Il should like
TO have seen the parting"
Henry camc on board and went strnight
b her, and. with the assurance of new
husbands, kissed her neck
She's an impossible creature" said
etowart. He sat down beside his wife and
took an evening paper from his pocket. Il
believe she took the extra away with her
I've had TO buy another.
There was something in lttlo Mrs.
Stewards throat that prevented her for tho
moment from starting her lecture.
she wasn't so bad, you know" he
went on, lin tho old days. OF course l
was n nero youth then. But now she's
too torriblo for words. suppose If girls
don't get married they get warped and
changed"
Il want to speak 10 you, Henry" she
said steadily.
"Oh, bother that boyr' he exclaimed
"Wo must get rid OF him, dear He's a
nuisance.
1t wasn't about the boy"
Not the boy Well, thcn- IIcllol
Here's funny case.
She went on very quietly:
Il want tO speak 10 you seriously,
Henry, about "a matter that has by acct
dent, come 10 my notice. | don want to
seem To bother too much about IL, and
suppose If were as free as some women
are shouldn't mind it i'm tho least But
my mind is quite made up.
He was not listening, but her head was
avcrtcd and she went on.
Il have left tho keys in the bedroom,
and my account book is totalod up tn
date, with the exception Of the bin that
camo in today There is no reason why
we should have any high words. "
Il beg your pardon, dear ! havcnt
heard a word that You were SAYING"
He had found the news page in tho
evening paper and was reading with much
interest n divcrting breach Of promise case
! was only SAYING she raised her
voice to n pitch Of distnctncss-"tha
Look here, here's IN idiotic letter tho
girl writes To the fellow.
Il don't wantSO bear it, thank you"
Yes, You do Listen. this is how /,
ryIcs: just rs tho wind signs for the sea
shore, 80 do l sch for you. Why, tho
wind doesn't sigh for tho scashorc, docs
It's"
Go on, please" she said quickly.
Read the rest of tho letter Is 1t really in
the paper, Iicnry'"
Look for Yourself, dear It. too funny
for words. 30 do | sigh for you. Can you
Imagine what you are and ever have been |
to me? You are indeed my king, and you
know that am your willing slave -
Why" cried Mrs. Stewart, that's
word for word the Same. -
AS what"
1t doesn't matter, dear.
She took from her blouse tho letter that |
the disappointed Miss Baggc with dcplor-
able lack Of originality, had copied from
the evening paper
Don't people do some silly things,
Wnifrcd dear, when thcy are In lovei"
She took a marguerite from the bowl on
tho table md stuck 1t in her hair. Then
she tore up the letter and gave the pieces
n little pun TO send them out on tho
stream.
Il b'licvc you, said Mrs. Stewart
Shall you want to be rowcd across for
that last trinc, mcm?" demanded the boy,
putting his hcad ont OF window. "or is
the guv'nor going to do it'"
The last train" echoed Mrs Stewart
why, OF course not, James. Go TO bed az
once. "
That boys quito mad, said Stewart,
over page Of tho paper to find
tho cricket. We must get rid of him. -
st. james Budget
Dyspepsia and Badness.