The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-25

printed a flaming report the next day.
MI Beaumonts reelection was a fore
gone commissioned that there could be
no faintest possible shadow Of a doubt.
The sense OF triumphs-past. present and
10 come-stin fingered with him when next
ne made his appearance az the Hunting
dons. and Impaired an added degree of
self-confdence and satisfaction to his
bearing. lie felt a very big man. indeed.
as he entered the drawing room.
Mrs huntington was sitting down by
one OF the discreetly curtained windows.
half lost IN the luxurious depths Of large
low chair. She held out her hand listlessly
in silent greeting. and. as Mr. Beaumont
bent down to take IL. he saw with dis
may that her cheeks we're red with tears.
such an awful thing has happened she
exclaimed. without any preliminaries:
oh, such an awful thing.''
Il am very sorry" he said sympathet-
ieally. can 1 help you in any way? II
so. you have only to tell me; but can do
nothing in the dark, you know"
She flashed him a swift glance, then
turned her head away
Il don't want you 10 do anything" che
sobbed, you've done too much already.
lists all through you"
Mr.. Beaumont looked blank.
"All through me?" he repeated. IN a
perpleNed tone. What Is all through me +?
mean. Why. how you are trembling"
so would you" sobbed Mrs. Hunting
don, If you were as frightened as l am"
Then she made an effort 10 pull herself
together. and began TO wipe her eyes
with a fllmy apology for handkerchief.
ITS Jack" she explained piteously. "he
is in perfect fury. He says he'll divorce
me. and hOrsewhip you, and shoot him
self"
"Eh?'' said Mr.. Beaumont. somewhat
taken aback by this startling programme.
"Why-why-wh does he say that?"
"Why2" echoed Mrs. Huntington. "Oh!
because he is my husband, and / am his
wife. and you are you. Don't you sec? Oh!
how dense men are!"
This lucid explanation had the effect CT
sull further embarrassing Mr.. Beaumont.
"But-but-but"-he stammered, Il
don't see
Jack is so jealous" sighed Mrs. Hunt
ingdon; hes devoted to me, and he al
ways makes mountains out of mole-hills.
He-got hold of that letter Of yours
heaven knows how--and--and then he
questioned the servants, and found out
how often you came to the house. told
him you only came 10 talk politics. hut /
couldn't convince him. and so-and So"
Mr.. Beaumont turned a greenish grey.
THAT letter. he gasped. You told me
you had burned It."
And so 1 thought had" returned Mrs.
Huntingdon. II could have sworn / had.
/ wish you had never written it."
so do l." groaned Mr.. Beaumont.
Mrs. Huntington began to cry again.
why did you write it?" she asked.
oh! don't know" said Mr.. Beaumont.
savagely: because I was a fool. / sup
pose. Why didn't you burn it?"
Because l was a fool, too" sobbed Mrs.
Huntington, and a strained silence en-
sued.
The letter in question was the only one
that had ever passed between them. ana
there was no denying the fact that.
though harmless enough II read from the
writer's point Of view, IL was distinctly
indiscreet. In the skilled hands OF a ciev-
err and plausible counsel the wording
might be turned and twisted into some
thing very different from tho original
meaning, and as Mr.. Beaumont drew a
mental picture Of It's possible effect upon a
British jury, he shivered In his patent
leather shoes.
Jack has such a temper" Mrs. Hun
tingdon went on tearfully. when It's
fairly reused. he's like madman, and you
may think yourself lucky that he isn't In
the house at the present moment. II he
found you here with me. ] don't know
what would happen, but think 1t would be
murder"
Mr.. Beaumont shivered again. Pluck
could hardly be considered his strong point,
and Mrs Huntingdon's words were not cal
culated to have a restraining effect upon a
nervous man. vision Of the Hon. Jack
Huntington. an athletic giant, with mus
Giles of iron, rose before his minds eye, and
1t was an extremely disquietlng vision
'What-what am to do?" he stammer-
ed, will you tell me what can do, for
don't known"
Mrs. Huntington put her handkerchief
to her eyes. Leave the country Of course
she answered. with a fresh burst Of crying,
ITS the only thing you can do"
Leave the-the-country" Mr.. Beau
mont CALCULATED, stammering more than
ever In his CONSERVATION. How can ~"
Why. the election comes off In less than
weeki l couldn't get a substitute In the
time"
Mrs. Huntington raised her head and
looked at him. her blue eyes shining
through a mist of tears.
What is a wretched election compared
TO the scandal of a divorce suit?" she de-
manded. You might consider me a little,
| think. Besides. II Jack gets hold OF you
between now and then there won't be much
left you for the election, and, In any case,
how could you go to the poll with an ac-
ton for divorce pending, and II you did,
what good would IL be2"
None" murmured Mr.. Beaumont, shak-
ing his head with doleful conviction; none
at all. should be hooted at Ditchwater;
though, at the same time, your husband
couldn't possibly get a divorce. Why, how
could he? The thing is absurd"
Mrs. Huntingdon's tears fell thicker and
faster.
"Of course it is" she said. 81 know all
that, but people swear such lies In divorce
cases. and-and-Ohi think of the scandal
and disgrace. II would be just as bad as If
he did get IL. Besides. IL don't want him
to thrash you within an inch Of your life,
and he vowed ne would IL he could find
you"
Mr.. Beaumont hdgeted uneasily, and
gave a nervous glance In the direction of
the door
IAN right" he returned. I'm put the
best face ] can on the matter and cross the
channel tonight"
And he did.
So 1t came to pass that the radical candi-
date for Ditchwater had a walkoyer, and
many rpaaOng If VaryfuO deUraqc faf I'm.