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

HAS the mail gomez" asked the
Hour Hand. 1t gave a scarcely FER
ceptible jerk as it spoke.
"The mail has gone," replied the
Minute Hand, with some acerbity.
"And if you hadn't been so heal asleep
as doesn't matter, you'd know The mail
was gone. You'd know, too, that it
was two minutes late starting. Why
on earth don't you look shout you?
'Pon mt word, you give me the fair
hump!'
Charing Cross station was, by COM
parison with it's recent stress and tur-
MOL, deserted. A few people who
| were still waiting under the clock for
! other people who had arranged to go
with them to the play, but had mis-
taken the year, looked anxiously up at
the Minute Hand and said: "Bother!'
and mentally gave themselves just the
five minutes more. Porters came back
from the platforms, furtively counting
gains and hopping their foreheads
with the backs of their hands.
ooh, two minutes late, was it?" said
the Hour Hand slowly.
"By gad!" said the other, with af-
rected admiration, you can grasp an
idea quickly when you like. How on
earth do you manage itT'
at reminds me-" went on the Hour
Hand, placidly, 'of one night"
And told this tale.
Young Mrs. Waterhouse finished the
writing of a dutiful letter to her moth
err The letter assured the anxious old
lady that the writer was quite happy;
that there was really no necessity for
worry; and that might make
herself quite content at BiarritZ.
Godfrey was the best of husbands,
and, although, of course, much en-
gagged at South Kensington with his
fearfully abstruse experiments and his
new book on steel fbers, he was ex-
tremely attentive and kind. And she
was, with much love, mammals affec-
tionate daughter, Helen Warehouse.
Mamma won't believ it," said
young Mrs. Warehouse, with a kind
of comic despair. "She is always
wanting to know about the skeleton.
Thank goodness there isn't one"!'
On the clean blotting paper there
a an impress of some of her hus-
bands writing. A palette-shaped mir
ror stood on the table and, half I'M
consciously, she turned the pad to-
ward 1t.
wonder to whom he has been writ
lng?"
1t was quite easy to see. Mrs. Wa
terhouse glanced at it casually at first,
then her face fiercely pink, with much
attention.
II want you. my dearest, to believe
that | am quite true to you. l am
bound by certain ties to others, but to
you, my sweetheart, my own dearest
Alicia"
"Alicia!" cried Mrs. Waterhouse
aloud, as she painted and sat back in
her chair. "Alicia! Alicia who, | won
der?"
She knew his writing so we'll that
she could scarce be deceived on that
point, The whole thing in a moment
was clear. Her dear mother, with a
less cramped experience of the world,
had been right after all.
"There is a skeleton" said the trem-
Hing Mrs. Warehouse. She tore up
her letter TO Biarritz into many small
pieces. AS the last fragment went
into the ferns in the fireplace she felt
a kiss upon her neck.
ION | no tldt, please, size Sdlu.
BEG PARDON" said her husband
Did | brighten your
He took off his hat and adjusted his
pincenez. His coOlnesS almost tool
her breath away.
81 must say, Godfrey" she declared
that l can't help admiring your-youl
cheek!'
'My love l admire yours. l meant
to have kissed Ii lust now"
She took up a newspaper and, twist
ing it violently in her excitement
made an endeavor to speak with calm
ness.
Il have been reading rather an in
teresting fragment, Godfrey. Shall
tell you what it was?'
Quote away
Mrs. Waterhousc recited from tn,
cOigne of vantage furnished by a I'll:
the letter to Alicia.
The professor dropped his glasses
and looked intensely disturbed.
"Now, my dear love"
"Oh, nor said Mrs. Waterhouse.
"My dear Helen, then, will you al
low me to say"
Il only want TO now one thing. Di,
you write this ridiculous stuff. please?
why, yes. I'm not going to den.
that. Of course, it's only part of tn
letter to the girl, but if you like | cal
tell you what happens afterward.'
Il don't want TO know. If this get
known, what will be thought of you
You will be the laughing stock of you
colleagues"
THAT'S very true" acknowledge
Prof. Waterhouse. with concern; 'tha
is very true, and it must never b
) known. | can't drop the affair now
unfortunately, but you know h
:, smiled at his wife a little %anXiously-
"thcre's really no harm in it, and II
not the only nan who
"IteallyT' in a tone of remote an
: frigtd interest.
Il frankly admit, though, that
should be very sorry for 1t to becom