St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1895-02-23

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boat letter fell from her pocket O.
the deck of the Gadfly. Mrs. Stewar,
IN her usual good temper now that he
husbands old admirer was departing
called to her as soon IS she noticed tn
letter: but Miss Bagg paid no atten
tlon. 1t almost seemed that she di
not want to hear. When Mrs Stewar
picked It up and saw that it was nd
dressed to Henry Stewart, Esq, m,
marked private and confidential,
she opened it without moments hesi
tation.
my DEAREST HENRY-It Is so sweet to b
near you again. Just rs the wind sighs for tn
seashore, SO do sigh for you Can you i'm
ag'ne what you are and ever have been 4
| me: You are indeed my king. and you know
that an your willing slave. Yours faithfully
| CONSTANCE BACGE"
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down or
. low deck-chair and gasped ant
looked across at the two.
| SWELL, she said, this now is fear
full"
There would be good half an houl
before Henry returned, and in tha
good half hour it was necessary to de
eide what was to be done. What wa.
quite clear was that the creature mus,
have had some encouragement to in
duce her to write such a letter. and
why. she is taking his arm!' she
cried.
Indeed. Miss Constance Bagge wa.
resting her hand upon the arm of Mrs
Stewart's husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo, and. looking back
laughingly waved it at his wife.
docs this mean," asked Mrs. Stew.
art, distractedly, that they will
never come back?'
The letter seemed to explain his
slight diffidence in agreeing to the
lady's Dismissal; it explained also why
when Miss BaKge had that morning
made her unexpected appearance on
the bank hailing the boy with a shrill
''Hi!' Henry had only laug he'd very
much.
Mrs. Stewart summoned the boy.
Yes, mem, there is trine up liter
than this. 1t leaves Thames Ditton at
eleven fifteen. and you get to good old
Waterloo at about ten to twelve. And
I wish to Gawd." added the boy, pious-
ly, that l was there nah This plice
is = lump too quiet for me-"
That would give half IN hour to
speak her mind to Henry Cf he did
come back), just half an hour to ex-
tract from him . confession, and then
rush for the last train up. At Water
loo she could take . cab to Uncle
Georges; and if Uncle George couldn't
see her through, why, nobody could.
Uncle George was an agent general.
He was . stern man, and he treated
everybody rs severely as though they
were his fellow-countrymen.
The white-danneled figure came back
to the riverside.
HE has managed to say good-by.
then?" said Mrs Stewart, fiercely. II
should like to have seen the parting" !"
Henry came on board and went
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 mis- wife
and took an 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 starting her lee
ture.
''She wasn't so bad, you know" he
went on, lin the old days OF course
was mere youth then. But now she's
too terrible for words l suppose il
girls don't get married they get warped
and changed"
Il want to speak to you, Henry" she
said. steadily.
''Oh, bother that boy, he exclaimed.
1--WE must get rid OF him, dear; he's :
nuisance"
1t wasn't about the boy"
Not the boy? Well, then-Hullol
Here's . funny case"
She went on very quietly:
Il want to speak to You seriously.
Harry, about = matter that has, by ac-
cident come to my notice. I don't
want to seem to bother too much about
it, and suppose if were as free as
some women are / shouldn't mind it
in the least But my mind is quite
made mp"
He was not listening, but her head
was averted. and she went on.
Il 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
why we should have any high
words"
Il beg your pardon, dear. haven't
heard . word that you were saying"
He had found the news page in the
evening paper, and was reading with
much interest diverting breach Of
promise case
II was only saying"-she raised her
voice to . pitch Of distinctness-
that
Look here; here's m idiotic letter
the girl writes to the fellow"
Il don't want to hear it, thank
you"
Yes you do. Listen. This is how
L goes: Just Is the wind sighs for
The seashore, SO do sigh for you.'
Why. the wind doesn't sigh for tho
,eashore. does it?"
>..1Go on, please" she said quickly;
read the rest of the letter. Is it re-
lily h the paper, Henry"
Look for yourself. dear. It's too
'unny fcS words. SO do sigh for
7ou. Can you imagine what you are
md ever have been to me? You are
indeed my king, and you know that
I'm your willing slave"
why" cried Mrs. Stewart, ''that's
word for word the sasne."
..As what?''
1T doesn't matter, de4S."
She took from her blouse the letter
hat the disappointed Miss Bagge,
With deplorable lack Of orie;uality,
lad copied from the evening papsr.
Don't people do some silly things,
dear. when they are in love:''
She took . marguerite from this
bowl on the table and stuck it in his |
hair. Then she tore up the letter and
rave the pieces little pun to send |
hem ont on the stream.
II b'lieve you" said Mrs. Stewart
Shall you want to be rown across |
Tor that last 6ine. meuf', demanded |