The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-23

but at the end Of a street Of private
houses, down which she was now walk
ing. Percival realized with a certain
thflu OF uneasiness that IL was p
street the street in which his own house
was situated. But something worse v-as
IN store The young Sady stopped. an
peared 10 be carefully scrutinizing the
i. i. lllpers' then, after some evident heSita-
uCn. she walked straight up TO the door
OF I'ercivars house and rang the bell. A
minute later she was admitted.
All at once the truth flashed upon the
unhappy N. +. There could, of course.
De no doubt upon the subject. This Young
Iddy, annoyed and frightened by his per,
sistent attentions, and seeing that silent
qlstain mad no effect in stopping them.
had taken the ready and effective method
OF reporting him to his wife!
Percival leaned against some iron rail-
lIss, near which he stood, and wiped his
clammy forehead with his handkerchief.
HIS dismay was altogether beyond words.
II he had been on bad terms with his
Wife-if love, on either side, had ceased
between them-if she had not been per-
fectly fond and trusting toward him. he
could have stood the thing better. Bur.
as ii was, he felt like a man who has
suddenly received a knock-down blow.
His knees were trembling violently; a
sense Of sickness, OF faintness stole over
him; in the face of this fearful exposure
his infatuation for the danseuse seemed
to die; for the first time he realized what
an abject idiot he had been.
It was a long time before he could
make up his mind how to act. He pa
trolled the street for more than half an
hour before he had decided-and a bad
half hour he found it. Then he took a
sudden resolution. He would go in and
make clean breast of the whole If
fair TO his wife. That, after all, was the
most honest, and the most prudent
course. She might or she might not be-
lieve him, but he would tell her all the
truth, express his sincere penitence. and
throw himself upon her womanly mercy.
He nerved himself to the effort. lie
went in. He entered the drawing room.
His wife was now alone. She looked up
at him with a cold, altered expression
that made him vince. But he persevered.
He spoke. He told her all. She averted
her face and heard his confession to The
end in ominous silence.
"And so, Jim, my makeup, my golden
wig, and my whirling draperies-to say
nothing of the shifting lights and shad-
ows thrown upon one, baffied even your
penetration, Ell, sir?"
Jim was staring at his pretty wife, who
had now risen and stood before him,
his obvious relief and establishment
And you fell in love with my make
up. For that is what it comes to, doesn't
it, Jim?'
by Jovew he exclaimed, with empha.
sis, that explains it. 1t was your eyes
that did it, little girl They drew me to
the theater night after night to worship
you. l could not resist the spell. l could
not explain it TO myself Yet 1 felt there
was something half familiar in their mag
netic influence upon me. To think never
guessed BY Jove! l was duffer. l
ought to have known that no such other
eyes were to be found in all England
"Or in all America, either?' questioned
the Rainbow dansuese, playfully. inns
explanation was, unconsciously, the most
diplomatic that he could have devised.
Those Incompatible eyes beamed upon
him with tenderness and loving humOr.
But, 1 say" asked Jim, an idea strik-
ing him, these social functions which
YOU have been attending so as siduously
for the past few months-nave they been
simple blinds to dupe your unsuspicious
husband-eh. Jennie?"
mot at all. sir 1 went to them all.
But as my turn at the theater lasted
only ten minutes or So / was able to go
there as well. Besides" she added, with
the slightest tinge of playful reproach
in her tone, you have not been at home
enough lately to miss me very much,
have you, Jim?"
by Jover he cried, "Tll turn ever
new leaf in that respect tonight"
He went up, placed his arm round his
wife, and kissed her fondly. She leaned
her head upon his shoulder and held up
q pink slip of paper to his eyes.
"There Dear old JIM" she eX-
claimed. MIR. Y. has paid me-what do
YOU think? $50 a week. That is a check
for ten weeks salary. At this rate your
Rainbow goddess will soon dance you
clear out of debt. won't she, Jim?'
And she soon did.