Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1896-09-05
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sometimes a big, sometimes little
one, but it comes sooner Or later and
must be tided over by both parties if
they desire the rest of their lives to go
with the current. In the case of the Gu
sack -Bremmils this reaction did not set
in till the third year after the wedding
Bremmil was hard to hold at the best
of times, but he was a beautiful hus-
band until the baby died, and Mrs.
Bremmil wore black, and grew thin,
and mourned as if the bottom of the
universe had fallen out. Perhaps Brem-
mil ought to have comforted her. He
tried to do SO, think, but the more he
comforted the more Mrs. Bremmil
grieved, and consequently the more un-
comfortable Bremmil grew. The fact
was that they both needed tonic. And
they got it. Mrs. Bremmil can afford
to laugh now, but it was no laughing
matter to her at the time.
You see, Mrs. Hauksbee appeared on
the horizon, and where she existed was
fair chance of trouble. At Simla her by
name was the Stormy Petrol. She had
won that title five times to my own cer-
tain knowledge. She was a little,
brown, thin, almost skinny woman,
with big, rolling, violet blue eyes and
the sweetest manners i'll the world. You
had only to mention her name at after
noon teas for every woman i'll the room
to rise up and call her-well, not
blessed She was clever, witty, brilliant
and sparkling beyond most of her kind,
but possessed Of many devils of malice
and dmischievousness. She could be nice,
though, even to her own sex But that
is another story.
Bremmil went off at score after the
baby's death and the general discomfort
that followed, and Mrs Hauksbee an
nexed him. She took no pleasure in hid
ing her captives. She annexed him pub
licly and saw that the public saw it. He
rode with her, and walked with her,
aud talked with her, and picnicked
with her, and brcal1fasted at Peliti's
with her, till people put up their eye
brows and said, "Shocking!'
Mrs. Bremmil staid at home turn
ing over the dead baby's frocks, and
crying into the empty cradle. She did
not care to do anything else. But some
eight dear, affectionate lady friends ex-
planned the situation at length to her in
case she should miss tho cream of it.
Mrs Bremmil listened quietly and
thanked them for their good offices.
She was not so clever as Mrs Hauksbee,
but she was 10 fool. She kept her own
counsel and did not speak to Bremmil
of what she had heard. This is worth
remembering. Speaking to or crying
over husband never did any good yet.
When Bremmil was at home, which
was not often, he was more affection
ate than usual, and that showed his
hand. The affection was forced partly
to soothe his own conscience and partly
to soothe Mrs. Bremmil. 1t failed in
both regards.
Then "the A. ID. C. in waiting was
commanded by their excellencies, Lord
and Lady Lytton, to invite Mr.. and
Mrs. Cusack- -Bremmil to Peterhoff on
July 2G, at 80 p. m." Dancing" in
the bottom left hand corner.
IT can't CO." said Mrs. Bremmil,
'it is too soon after poor little Florrie,
but it need not stop you, Tom" y"
She meant what she said then, and
Bremmil said that he would go Just to
put in all appearance. Here he spoke
the thing which was not. and Mrs.
Bremmil knew it. She guessed-a wom-
ans guess is much more accurate than
mans certainty-that he had meant
to go from the first, and with Mrs
Hauksbee. She sat down to think, and
the outcome of her thoughts was that
the memory of dead child was worth
considerably less than the affections Of
a living husband. She made her plan
and staked her all upon it. In that hour
she discovered that she knew Tom Brem-
mil thoroughly, and this knowledge she
acted on.
"Tom," said she, 81 shall be dining
out at the Longmores' Gil the evening
of the 2Gth. You'd better dine ut the
club
This saved Bremmil from making an
excuse to get away and dine with Mrs.
Hauksbee, SO he was grateful and felt
small and mean at the same time
which was wholesome. Bremmil left
the house at for ride. About half
past in the evening large leather
covered basket came in from Phelps
for Mrs. Bremmil. She was q woman
who knew how to dress, aud she had
not spent week on designing that
dress and having it gored and hemmed
and horringboned and tucked and ruck-
ed (or whatever the terms are) for moth
ing. 1t was a gorgeous dress-slight
mourning. can't describe it. but it!