The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-02-23
A MYSTERY.

NOW, Phil, really which do you like
better-the white blouse or the pink"
my dearest Blanche, you look lovely in
sithcrr'
"No, but reallyy
And trulyr
you're too ridiculous, Phil" cried Mrs
Lorimer, laughing. AS a ladys maid you
are not success. Go and smoke your
cigarette on the balcony, and I'll be ready
IN a second"
Mr.. Lorimer obeyed with the submission
and alacrity Of n newly made spouse, and,
moreover, waited with patience and resig-
nation only TO be found in man whose
married life can still be counted by weeks.
II haven't been long, have Ii' asked his
wife, with delightful conviction, when she
returned after an interval; "and, oh, Phil
don't you think this is the most perfectly
lovely place on the face OF the earthy'
Mr. Lorimers answer was somewhat
wide OF the mark, and by no means worthy
Of record. but certainly Eden-on-Sea wns n
very delightful spot. 1t was not by any
means one OF those YEARLY romantic places
where bride and bridegroom can live
"the world forgetting, by the world forgot"
so that before the first quarter OF the
honeymoon is fairly over they have rubbed
considerable amount of the gilt OFF life's
gingerbread. SO far from that, Eden-on-
Sea did all its tiny best to initiate London,
Paris or New York. The ambition OF every
woman In the place was to appear in as
many different gowns as possible during
the - hours, and except for the display Of
picturesque bathing costumes TO ignore
a Gan ua for tt.tt,ltf 10 L..
it was an ideal spot for honeymooners who
possessed respectively large trousseau and
a good banking account
ITS delicious" repeated Mrs. Lorimer
ecstatically; but come, Phil. I'm quite
ready for my drive Oh, therel my shoe is
undone. Do tie IL up for me-"
Philip was kneeing at her feet, and she
was laughingly instructing him in the art
Of tying n shoe lace, when, to the unutter-
able confusion of both, the room door
opened, and stranger stood in the door
wny.
Excuse me, am afraid 1 have made
mistake
MIR I.orimer jumped up, glazing at the
intruder savagely.
II thought this was my room, No. a."
This Is 24A,' growled Lorimer. Your
room Is the next ON the left
Thank yOu-a thousand pardonsr' and
with a courteous bow the stranger with
drew.
"ldiotw began Phil, but Mrs Lorimer
interrupted him.
"Oh, did you ever see such a handsome
manp lie had face like an archangelr'
"Archangel be--pulverizedl / think peo-
pie might take the trouble to see that they
don't blunder into other peoples roomsl
Come along, Blanche. The carriage is wait
ing"
Pills temporary surliness was however,
quickly dissipated by his wife's coquetry
and the pleasure Of the drive, and when
later on he saw his visitor Of the afternoon
near them at the table dhote he scarcely
bestowed second thought upon that indi-
vidual.
Tho evening passed pleasantly enough,
and when toward its close Mr.. and Mrs
Lcrimcr lounged upon their balcony in the
moonlight IL seemed as If there could be
nothing TO mar the delights Of this best of
all possible worlds. Suddenly n terribly
discordant note was struck.
"Lstenr' whispered Blanche.
"Eh, whati" said Phil, whose whole at
tention had been engrossed by his com
panion. and who, unlike her, had not the
feminine knack OF doing two things at the
same time.
Don't you hear some one talking in the
next roomr whispered Blanche.
"Wellfn
but they're quarreling; listenr'
mot II Why shouldn't they quarrel II
they li1cf Let's 20 i'm
But Mt that moment woman's voice.
low and piteous, reached their ears:
"Ob, Frank have you no pityf"
There, didn't you heart" whispered
Blanche in awestruck tones.
YES, and don't mean TO hear any
morcl Come in, Blanche"
"llow stupid you are, Phil They are in
the next room, tell your she reiterated
impatiently.
"What of it2"
Mrs. Lorimer gave little petulant
stamp.
"There was no one with that gentleman
who came in here this afternoon, and he
was alone at table d'hotel Now do you
understand
Phil gave a low whistle. but before he
could make any remark the wailing voice
reached them again.
Frank, don't force mel cannoti will
not. IL is too awfulw
Phil drew his wife quickly into the room
and closed the window noisily.
But, Phil, amt you going to do any
thingi Suppose
stuff and nonsensel" interrupted Phil
grutiiy; Its no business OF ours But your
arcllangel does not seem TO be very ami
able person!'
But don't you think
II think it's time TO turn inl" replied her
husband decisively.
Blanche, on the other hand, was a true
daughter Of Eve. and she determined to dis
cover, II possible, whose voice IL was that
she had heard, and what was the meaning
OF its piteous appeal. II possible, but how
was il tc be donei
Chance gave her an opening, which she
was quick to seize. Having gone up TO her
room after breakfast next morning. she
found the chambermaid still busy with her
busting.
"Oh, you can go on" she said. smiling.
AS she seated herself by the window. The
maid was clearly the very person to en-
tighten her. But how TO come to the point
Il am afraid 1 am dreadfully untidy,n
Blanche began, after a moment, with a con
ciliating little smile.
Not at all, madam, replied the girl de
murely.