The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-10-26
face in the pillow? Had she

waiting for letter that never came?
Those letters that he wrote from the
Northern Circuit in that first sweet
year, letter day, and one day two
it had given him days advantage.
Careful letters, too, though written
between cases, with bits of descrip-
ton and amusing scenes. Some lit
tie sameness toward the end, but she
never complained of that, and even
said those words were the best. And
that trick he played-the thought OF
the postman must have brought it
up-how pleasant it was, and what
success! He would be his own letter
one day, and take her by surprise.
"a letter, ma'am," the girl said
quit homely girl, who shared their
little joys and anxieties and then he
showed his face with apologies for
intrusion. The flush of love in her
face, will it be like that tonight, or
What can be keeping this
train now? Is this a conspiracy to
torment miserable man?
He thrusts his head out of the
window in despair, and sees the guard
trying to find compartment for
family that had mistaken their train.
The husband is explaining, with
English garrulity, all the stations
hearing, what an Inconvenience it
would have been, had they gone in
the Holborn Viaduct carriages.
"Half an hours longer drive, you
know, and it's very important we
should get home in time; we are ex-
pected :"
For what? Dinner, most likely
What did it matter when they got
home, today or next year? Yet he
used to be angry if he were made late
for dinner. They come into his COM
partment, and explain the situation
at great length, while he pretends to
listen.
A husband and wife returning
from a month in Italy, full of their
experiences: the Corniche Road, the
palaces of Genoa, the pictures in the
Pitt, st. Peters at Rome. Her first
visit to the Continent, evidently; it
reminded them of a certain tour
round the Lakes in 80, and she with
drew her hand from her husbands as
| the train came out from the tunnel
They were not smart people-very
pronounced middle class-but they
were lovers, after fifteen years.
They forgot him, who was staring
on the bleak landscape with white,
pinched face.
"How kind to take me this trip. |
know how much you denied yourself,
but it has made me young again."
and she said Edward" Were all
these condolences arranged? Had
his purgatorio begun already9
"Have you seen the GLOBE sir?
Bosworth, M. P. for Peplington, has
been made Judge, and there's to be
a keen contest.
Trevor, | see, is named as the
Tory candidate-a clever fellow, I've
heard. Do you know about him?
He's got on quicker than any man OF
his years.
"Some say that it's his manner;
he's such a good sort, the juries can
not resist him, man told me-a
kind heart goes for something even
in lawyer. Would you like to
look
VERY sorry; would you take a
drop of brandy? The passage was a
little rough, and you don't look quite
up to the mark"
Then they left him in peace, and
he drank his cup to the dregs.
1t was for Pedlington he had been
working and saving, for a seat meant
society and the bench, perhaps
What did it matter now?
She was to come and sit within the
cage when he made his first speech,
and hear all the remarks.
"Of course it will be success, for
you do everything we'll, and your
wife will be the proudest woman in
London.
"Sir Edward Trevor, M. P. |
know it's foolish, but it's the foolish
ness of love, dear, so don't look cross;
you are everything to me, and no one
loves you as l do"
What are they slowing for now?
There's no station. Did ever train
drag like this one?
Off again, thank God. If
she only were conscious, and he could
ask her to forgive his selfishness.
At last, and the train glides into
Victoria. No, he had nothing to dec
lare: would thew let him 90. or they