The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1895-04-27

letterS, anu, nnulnR no stamps IN H.
writing table, went to the study to
get some. And there, standing on the
mantelpiece, was one of those hateful
post cards II couldn't help looking
at it, and found it was written In
cipher! Here it is" and, with woeful
countenance, Camilla drew a crnmpled
piece of cardboard from her pocket.
Miss Singleton held it at arms
length and surveyed it in silence
through her glasses for some moments.
At last smile of triumph spread over
her face.
"Yes, my dear, it is written in cipher,
but it hasn't baffied my intelligence
for long. Did your husband tell you
where he was going this afternoon"
Somewhere in the direction Of Bays
water, fancy"
Then I've got tits as plain as
daylight. Look here" and she ran
her fingers swiftly along the mystic
rious letters. '"Be-at-Queen's road
at six o'clock It's secret meeting,
Camilla, at the Queens road under
ground station!"
Camilla grew pale and clasped her
hands.
"Do-you really thirk SOP" she said.
Think? Why, wha'. could be plain
er? The only question is, what had we
better do?'
II viii ask him about it when he
comes home" suggested Camilla,
weakly.
s.S&,T orJ ro,.orco <.;~I,,, orS,yaro1
Miss Singleton, sharply. IF that were
the way to punish him! Why, he may
never come home at all, and"
HE cannot mean" broke in the
other.
"Be quiet and listen to me. What
time is it? Only five? That gives us
plenty of time. I will collect ten or
twelve leading members of our league,
and all of us will go down to the sta
ton and wait there till six o'clock.
Then, when Your husband appears we
will all shout Traitor! at the top of
our voices, and thus he will be proper
ly punished for his crime. The story
will be sure to get into the papers, and
it will be a great and noble victory in
the progress of the cause. Run, Ca
milla, put on your hat, and we will
start at once"
But Camilla Dickson had regained
her composure by this time. THANK
you, Miss Singleton" she said, calmly,
''but l am afraid that your plan will
not do at all. However Fred has treat
ed me, l am not going to make scene
in public place. AS for those vulgar
rights"
Camilla"
''Of your league, or whatever you
call it, / hate them. l shall compel
Fred to confess everything when he
comes home"
Miss. Singleton sighed. "Ah! it is
weak-minded women like you that
make our work so difficult Stay at
home, then, if you will, and wish You
Joy of your interview with your hus-
bandit you ever see him again. But
your folly won't prevent my doing my
plain duty, and / shall collect ten or
twelve people, break in upon MIR.
Dickson's designation and denounce
him before all the world, as he richly
deserves"
"Stop! Stop!" cried Camilla. "You
surely never will"
81 have duty to perform" repeated
Miss Singleton, sternly, land l mean
to fulfill it."
And before Camilla could say another
word she was gone.
About five o'clock on the same
afternoon Mr.. Frederick Dickson
turned into his club. In secluded
corner he came across elderly Gen.
Laimor, who, with an air of grim de-
termination, was concentrating his at
tention upon the Fortnightly, while
other magazines and reviews lay scat
tered broadcast on the table and the
floor. The sight filed Dickson with
astonishment; never before had the
general been suspected Of literary
taste.
"What in the world are you about?"
he exclaimed.
The Fortnightly was hurled inn
patiently to the ground. :.
'Hullo, Fred, my boy, is that your
Sit down here. I've had my fill of this
dashed nonsense" and the general in
Dictated with comprehensive gesture
the debris Of his study.
$50 1t appears. But what on earth
induced you to begin on it?'
Improving my mind, sir. Wherever
one goes now the ladies expect one to
talk about this kind of rubbish and
prattle about the new woman, and
SO on, and the wonderful arguments
in Nine. Somebody's last article. When
l tell them don't believe in stuff Of
that kind they say that this is because
l am prejudiced; SO / determined to
give the thing trial. Besides, my
sister dragged me of to meeting last
night, at which Miss Singleton spoke.
Ever heard her?"
NO" answered Fred; "but my wife
knows her, think
Does she, by Jove? Then you had