The Lafayette gazette. [volume] (Lafayette, La.) 1893-1921, 1895-02-09

| me? You ore indeed my King. and you know
| CONSTANCE BAGGA''
! Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on
q low dech-chair and Rasped aud
| looked across at the two.
"Wen." she said, this now is fear
| full
There would be a good half an hour
before Henry returned, and in that
| good half hour it was necessary to de-
| eide what was to be done. What was
| quite clear was that the creature must
have had some encouragement to in.
duce her to write such a letter. and
Why. she is taking his arm!'' abe
cried.
Indeed, Miss Constance Bagge was
resting her hand upon the arm of Mrs
Stewards husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo. and. looking back.
laughingly waved it at his wife.
''Does this mcan," asked Mrs. Stew
art. distractedly. that they will
| never come bacl<?''
The letter seemed to explain his
slight diaidence in agreeing to the
lady's dismissal; it explained also why
when Miss Barge had that morning
made her unexpected appearance on
! the bank hailing the boy with a shrill
"Hi!" Henry had only laughed very
! much.
Mrs. Stewart summoned the boy
YES. mem, there is a trinc up liter
than this. 1t leaves Thames Ditton a.
eleven fifteen, and you get to good old
I wish to Gawd," added the boy. oious-
~, that l was there nah. This plice
is lump too quiet for me-
That would give half an horr to
speak her mind to Henry (if he did
come back), just half an hour to cx.
tract from him a confession. and then
O rush for tho last train up At Water
loo she could take cab to Cncle
George's; and If Uncle George couldn't
see her through, why, nobody could.
Uncle George vcS an agent general.
He was stern man, and he treated
every body as severely as though they
were his fellow-countrymen.
The whitc-fia nneled figure came back
to the riverside.
''He has managed to say good-hy,
then7" said Mrs. Stewart, fiercelv. Il
should like to have seen the parting.''
Henry came on board and want
straight to her, and, with the assur-
ance OF new husbands. kissed her neck
''She's an impossible creature" said
Stewart. He sat down beside his wife
and took on evening paper from his
pocket. II believe she took the extra
away with her. I've had to buy an
other"
There was something in little Mrs
Stewards throat that prevented her
for the moment from surfing her lee.
turc.
she wasn't SO bad, you know" he
went on. ''in the old days. OF course
l was mere youth then. But now she's
too terrible for words. suppose if
girls don't get married they get warped
md changed"
II want to speak to you. Henry" she
said, steadily.
''Oh, bother that boy,"he exclaimed
I'VE must get rid OF him. dear; he's .
nuisance"
1T wasn't about the boy"
mot the boy? Well, tken-Hullo,
Here's n funny casc.''
She went on very quietly:
~ want to speak to you seriously
Harry. about a ma utter that has, by &C.
cldent. come to my notice. don't
want to seem to bother too much about
some women are l shouldn't mind it
in the least But my mind is quite
made up
He was not listening, but her head
was averted. and she went o.s.
II have left the keys in the bed
room, and my account book is totaled
up to date. with the exception of the
bill that came in to-day. There is NO
reason why we. should have any high
words"
Il beg your pardon, dear. Ihavcn't
heard a word that you were saying"
He had found the news page in tho
evening paper, and was reading with
much interest a diverting breach of
promise case.
II was only saying'-she raised her
voice to a pitch of distinctness-
that
Look here; here's an idiotic letter
the girl writes to the fellow"
II don't want to hear it, thank
you.'
Yes You do. Listen. This is how
1t goes: Just as the wind signs for
the seashore. SO do l sigh for you.'
Why. the wind doesn't sigh for tho
seashore, does it?''
go on, please she said quickly;
read the rest of tho letter. Is it re-
ally in the paper, Henry?''
''Look for yourself. dear. It's too
funny for words. so do sigh for
you. Can you imagine what You are
and ever have been to me? You are
indeed my king. and you know that 1
am your willing slave"
why" cried Mrs. Stewart. "that'a |
word for word the same.'
''As what?''
ut doesn't matter, DEAR
She took from her blouse the letter |
that the disappointed Miss Bagge, |
with deplorable lack of originality, |
had copied from the evening paper.
Don't people do some silly things, |
dear, when they are in love?''
She took marguerite from the |
bowl on the table and stuck it in his |
hair. Then she tore up the letter and