Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1895-02-14

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Stewards husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo, and. looking back
laughingly waved il at his wife.
docs this mean," asked Mrs Stew
art, distractedly, that they will
never come bacl?'
The letter seemed to explain his
slight dlfidence In agreeing TO the
lady's dismissal; 1t explained also why
when Miss Bagge had that morning
made her unexpected appearance on
the bank hailing tho boy with n shrill
"lIi" Henry had only laughed very
much.
Mrs Stewart summoned the boy.
"Yes, mem, there Is trine up liter
than this. 1t leaves Thames Dltton NJ
eleven fifteen, and you get to good old
Waterloo at about ten to twelve. And
wish to Gawd," added the boy, pious-
ly, that | was there nah This plice
Is lump too quiet for me-"
That would give half an hour to
speak her mind to Henry Qf he did
come back), Just half an hour to ex-
tract from him confession, and then
o rush for the last train up. At Water
loo she could take . cab TO Uncle
Georges and II Uncle George couldn't
see her through, why, nobody could.
Uncle George was an agent general
lie was q stern man, and he treated
everybody us severely as though they
were his fellowcountrymen.
The white.Aanncled figure came back
TO the riverside.
"Ile has managed to say good-by,
then?" said Mrs. Stewart, flerccly. 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.
shes an impossible creature" said
Stewart. lie sat down beside his wife
and took an evening paper from his
pocket. n believe she took the extra
away with her. I've had to buy an.
other"
There was something in little Mrs.
Stewards throat TINT prevented her
for the moment from starting her lee.
turc.
''She wasn't SO bad, you know" he
went on, ''in the old days. OF course
] was mere youth then. But now she's
too terrible for words | suppose II
girls don't get married they get warped
and changed"
II want to speak TO you, Henry" she
said, steadily.
"0h, bother that boy he exclaimed
1--WE must get rid OF him, dear; he's .
nuisance"
1T wasn't about the boy"
mot the boyP Well, thcn-Ilullol
Here's funny case"
She went on very quietly:
~ want to speak to you seriously,
Harry, about matter that has, by ao.
cident, come to my notice, | don't
want to seem TO bother too much about
1t, and suppose If | were as free as
some women are shouldn't mind 1t
in the least But my mind is quite
made up"
lie was not listening, but her head
was averted, and she went on.
~ have left the keys in the bed
room, and my account book Is totaled
up to date, with the exception OF the
bill that came in to-day. There is no
reason why we should have any high
words"
y beg your pardon, dear haven't
heard q word TINT you were saying
He had found tho news page in the
evening paper, ind was reading with
much interest u diverting breach OF
promise case.
~ was only saying"-she raised her
voice to pitch OF distinctness-
that
Look hcrej here's nh idlotic letter
the girl writes to the fellow"
II don't want to hear It, thank
YOU"
Eyes you do. Listen. This is how
1t goes. Just as the wind signs for
the seashore, so do sigh for YOU
Why, the wind doesn't sigh for the
scashore, does it?'
go on, please she said quickly;
'read the rest OF the letter Is 1t re-
ally in the paper Henry?'
Look for yourself, dear It's too
funny for words So do | sigh for
you. Gun you imagine what you are
and ever have been to me9 You are
indeed my king, and you know that |
nm your willing slave"
why" cried Mrs Stewart, that's
word for word the same
"As what?'
ut doesn't matter, dear"
She took from her blouse the letter
that the disappointed Miss Ilagge,
with deplorablc lack of originality,
had copied from the evening paper.
Don't people do some silly things,
dear, when they are in love?'
She took marguerite from the
bowl on the table and stuck il In his
hair Then she tore up the letter and
gave the pieces little puff to send
them out on the stream.
II b'lievc YOU said Mrs. Stewart.
Shall you want to be rown across
Tor that last trinc, mem?' demanded
5he boy, putting his head out OF win
low, "or IS the guvnor going to do
tp
1.-THE last train" echoed Mrs, Stew
lrt. "Why, OF course not, James TO
% bed at once
THAT boys quite mad" said Stew.
lrt, turning over page OF the paper
o find the cricket; I'VE must get rid Of
lin. st james Budget.
What would you say, Tommy, II
were to give you half dollar?" 'Pd
guess I'd say half loafs
letter than no bread at ALL, Uncle
lack"