The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1895-02-18
: woman who takes both sugar and milk.

woman who taxes both sugar ana mtlk.
It's SO much less trouble"
faro you not coming up aftsrwards,'
She seemed ed--dlsappointed.
The scared look came back to his short
sighted eyes for a little III have q
standing engagement at my club immedi.
ately after dinner" he said.
Come up tonight" And the gray eyes
looked soft persuasion at him.
II sbalf,n he began magnanimously
Then, his courage falling him, he added,
for ten minutes"
Shortly afterward there was the usual
Sustlo of skirts, the agreeable patter on the
btnirs, the echo of a feminine laugh and
presently tho distant rumble of the piano.
As rule, this was n time Of unuttera
BILE relief to Justin Crawford. Fate had
made him a popular noyelist-nature had
denied him tho hardihood to endure II,
social consequences. He had been tethered
to so many admiring women during din
nors that season that tho festal meal had
come to he matter of mortal dread tt
him, Anywhere else he could escape, but
not at dinner, Tonight, however, he had
enjoyed himself, at least in q negativ,
way-ho had been let alone and allowed
to talk or be silent ms he pleased.
lata companion lying on curved chair al
the half opened window. He went ovel
beside her and peered out into the dark
They were almost at tho corner of a busy
thoroughfare. 1t had been wet, and thu
lamplight glimmered across thu pavement
Beyond was the dim greenness of trees
and the scent OF wet May floated across te
them The moon hung apart, injurious
behind a veil Of yellow vapor, and as they
looked Big Ben struck the third quarter.
There was a olatter of cups and saucers
behind them
II am ready"-and the gray eyes smiled
demuroly-''for my cup of tea.
Ten minutes, he said as he went to
fetch it, 'is not very long time"
He sat down beside her ut tho window
do you see that seat Just inside the
park gate'"
No." she said wonderingly. "What
good sight you must haveI'
short sighted people always SEQ well
far away. There is pair of lovers oyel
there, and they see the colored lamp shades
and hear the music here, and they think ii
very fine indeed, but do you think they
would como in If NO asked themi"
She looked little puzzled, but he did
not heed her-he liked person he coult
forget, and he went on talking to himself
rs 1t were: "No, they are better wher,
they are. The scent of the May is strongr
there, and the darkness is kindly cloak
1 should like to go over there myself
only"-with n whimsical flash of the shol
sighted eyes-''I should DO alone and 80
should not require an umbrella, as they
do"
No doubt he was talking nonsense, but
f1Na to-, 1R IA r.
called him to himself He finished his tea
and took the cups away when he came
back, he said dif1idontIy, Good night
Mrs. - and paused. He had not caught
her name, and rather wished to know 1t.
Sho noted his expectancy, but for some
reason did not respond. A little flush tina,
rose in her cheeks was tho only sign she
mado Of having understood GOOD night,
Mr. Crawford, she said.
lie bowed and went away, but as lit
went down stairs he said to himself, "Sht
knew my name after all, and yet she never
mentioned my novels or worried me In
any way. A wonderful womsn!"
An hour afterward Mrs Willie Danyers
was seated in her tiny drawing room, hay.
ing a cigarette and cafe noir with hel
husbhnd--or, as she preferred to call him,
her "chun'
And how did you get on with your in
terviews' he asked.
"Bcautifully-he never knew it was go
ing on. He just prattlcd away about thu
old and tire new women, children, cups OF
tea, lovers ard umbrellas and distilled
heaps of copy from him. Now and again,
though, didn't quite know what he was
driving at, and again her clear gray eyes
assumed That faraway look that had inter
ested Justin Crawford so much.
~ am not surprised, said Mr. Danvers
dryly. There is fine casual contempt
about husbands ut timcs,-Fanny Dough-,
i'll National Observer.