The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-11-14

bub puI 20 SilOulu " <hItCl oliy
every man has his hobby
"Geoffrey, l won't listen to you'll"
"Well, my dear, l can't force you to,
"a /? L believe if you would only
let me tell you the whole affair from
beginning to end, you wouldn't be so
much annoyed about it. 1t really isn't
so bad as you think. Alicia's a most
delightful girl, and it has been a re-
creation for me, you know. And |
have been slogging away so of late,
and"
The door slammed. Mrs. Water
house went upstairs to her room,
and hurriedly, very hurriedly, packed
up a portmanteau. There was time
to catch the mail at Charing Cross,
and h meant to catch it. The great
thing was to get away to Riarritz,
away from the sitting atmosphere of
this house, away from London. She
rang for her maid.
Parker"
Eyes, ma'am."
"The mail goes at 8 from Charing
Cross, l think?"
at used to 60 at s., ma'am," said
Parker, cautiously. "When we went
away, if you remember
Eyes, yes, of course. | want you
to pack a bag for yourself, and we
will catch the mail tonight"
"Catch the mail, ma'am, to-night?'
Eyes, yes. Lose no time, and send
out for a cab"
"Well, l never" 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 a well-composed
letter, to be dispatched from Biarritz
as in a hasty interview.
"Come along, Parker" she called.
"It's all very well to say, come
along muttered Parker, discomfort
edly, but this is a rum sort of a game,
and l don't half cotton to it."
We've got twenty minutes. Tell
the man to drive carefully, but to
drive very fast"
The most CALLING thing about the
whole deplorable affair was the GER
tainty that her mother would meet
her at the station with an 81 told you
so, my poor lamb" expression. Still
there was no one else to whom she
could go, at any rate she could always
control mamma. She always had
zone so.
Cbaring Cross. .
'The mail, lady, said the porter
civilly. "The mail goes at eight fif-
teen. It's later'n it used 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 book stall. 1t half
,.outpYoJ tIn ay,o11ont mot III tn nnn,,1a-
cent submission to what she termed
all this rOmping about, to find the new
number of the Lady's Own Chatter
box on sale, 1t was her own particu-
lar favorite journal.
wei get in now, Parker" said
Mrs. Warehouse. There twenty
minutes to wait, but we may as well
take Jul seats. Seconds, please, por-
ter"
They found comfortable corner
seats. For a while they watched the
stout. perspiring ladies and slim
daughters and the pet dogs. The us
ually demure Parker staggered so
much when she saw the Frenchman
kiss each other that h dropped the
Lady's Own ChatterbOX. Mrs. Water
house took it up and held it in her
hand.
professor is not coming, ma'am.
suppose?' asked Parker, respectfully
mo. Parker; he Is not coming"
"Reminds me-" said Parker, cough
ing slightly, and pulling on her loose,
black cotton gloves; reminds me of
the time when we all went out to
Italy, when you was married, ma'am.
| shall never for get that time. There
was me and you and the professor
Mrs. W~aterhouse gave a little
scream
"Please don't speak to me for a lit
tie while. Parker. II want to read
She began, now that the first heat
was over. to wonder what her future
life would be like. She was a dutifuI
daughter, but life with m al
Biarritz (mamma especially strong il
regard to i~nconvenient "reminiscences
m with a prediction in regard
to the table in favor of everything be
ing boiled), did not seem to her to bt
the cheeriest possible existence. She
looked at the tiny gold watch on hel
wrist. but could not see the time unit
she had patted each eye with hel
handkerchief. Parker, bolt upright il
her corner. after the II of Mrs
, Willis, gay a sympathetic sniff.
| ElgIt ten.
+ Doors were being closed, second
t class passengers were rushing on. cry
ing, Get in anywhere!' 1t is neve,
your tirst-class passengers who CT.
Get in ~anywhere!'
Il must read,' whispered young
$ Mrs. Winterhouse to herself. 81 mus
do something to keep myself from
thinking. / shall faint if | don't di
vert my thoughts"
+ The "Lady's Own ChatterboX" la.
on her lap. She put one small foo
t against the seat opposite and leaned
forward to get the steady glare of TIL
electric light on the page.
ANY more going on?" cried the in
spector on the platform, aggressively
I'VE m e this week a stor,
by a new writer, Walter House, EMIT
| led .Alicia's Only Love- 1t will b
found replete with romantic Interest
and, in short, a wonderful picture O
e high-class life of the present day
with all its faults and foibles.'
"Now. them" cried the inspector o
S the platform in an aggrieved tone t
4 belated passenger, ARE you going o
t exc, or are you not going?"
Mrs. Waterhouse began to reat
l. Chapter /. was headed the Countess
"Alicia was half-leaning, half re
d clining m an ottomon. reading n del
~ cately scented letter from Sir IIarol
V De Beer. 1t opened thus: I want YOU