The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1896-01-04
A BROKEN LETTER.

one fair May morning.
ellis lordship is not yet down, my
lady, but Leon has been with him three
quarters OF an hour. answered Parkins.
Then serve breakfast. His lordship
won't be long. And Lady Evosham
botook herself TO the sunlit. flower deck
cd snuggery whoro she and her husband
always had their first meeting OF tho
day From there she turned TO the
breakfast table and ran through her
mornings correspondence.
what a dull posti | wonder II John
has got anything better'"
Her white fingers wandered among
tho pile OF letters by her husbands
plate.
From tho steward; from jerks. the
trainer; from the lawyers. Three with
tho city postmark. five from clubs. That
one Is from Lady Janet Stepnoy. know
begging, of course. for her orphans or
curatos or INDECENT mothers; that's from
BERTHE Stanhope-what a niggle he
writes-and. oh. this must bo what they
call typewfitten thing
Lady Evcsham picked from the scat
tered pile common square onvelops
bearing an east end postmark and ad-
dressed in type 10 ''The Viscount Eve
sham Evcsham House. Park Lane. "
''IIow queer II seems that machine
should write all that 80 straight and
noat / had no idea IL looked SO tidy
and businesslilsc | think I'll make
John buy mo one TO write TO my dress
maker with. Typewri'ing looks so
awfully fierce. She scrutinized the let
tiers still closer. This one isn't quito
fanltless. though. There's something
wrong with the capital Il. It's got q
white spot All, John, at lastp'
She dropped tho letters among the
others and ran to greet her husband,
who stopped from his superior height
aud kissed her lovingly.
year ago society had called John,
Viscount Evesham, aged 40. fool TO
saddle his wealth and his freedom with
"A mere girl as wife, but his bride had
been so sweet. so gracious, so innocent
ly pleased with her new surroundings
and so unaffected that at tho beginning
OF this her second season the most Gym
ical had voted the marriage success
and tho young viscountess an acquisi-
ton.
Lord Evesham adored his wife, yet
with that tentative worship, that love
tingod with doubt, which must always
be whore tho adorer is speeding swiftly
down life's hill and the object of adora-
ton is every day growing more lovely
and more desirable.
His first few months Of married life,
when. bride. Lady Evesham had won
widespread and open admiration. had
been torture TO him. Even now his self
dopreciatory doubts were only lulled to
slumber by the perfectly blameless con-
duct of his wife.
'Im sorry to have kept you waiting
my dear, " he began, with old fashioned
courtesy, "but tho morning was so fine
| made sure you would prolong your
ride -
$50 / might have done. for Mr.
Leighton-he has constituted himself
my cavaliero servanto in tho Row--was
most amusing. but Kittie Hamer joined
us. and it's horrid riding three abreast
ono has 20 shout 20. / left them at the
top Of the Row and
leighton rides with you. does he?"
queriod Lord Eyesham, looking over the
top of his letters.
Yes, DEAR almost always. And
then an utterly unaccountablo blush
came over her until her throat ears and
checks were alike bathed in the crimson
tide.
HUM said his lordship, while
Lady Evesh.m, furious with herself at
tho trick her unruly self consciousness
had played with her. took refuge I'm her
breakfast Silence reignod, broken only
by tho faint tinklc Of the silver and
china and by tho rustic of Lord Eve
sham's letters.
Suddenly he started, grew pale, then
red. looked from his wife to a slip of
paper in his hand and back again.
What a strange coincidence
Watch your wife, in typewritten
characters, stared from the paper before
him. Opposite was the downcast face
Of his wife-tho face which had been
but moment back dyed with guilty
blush nc tho chance mention Of the
name OF mere acquaintance.
The next moment he gathered up his
letters and left the room. Lady Eve.
sham, too. sprang from her chair.
why was | such fool?' she cried
to herself in tall mirror. "What made
me do such a hateful stupid. underbred
thing as TO blush like gawky school.
girl-and at Rupert Leighton's name,
tool--a man who -" She did not speak
the words that rose to her lips Only
the faint, coquettish smile-tho smile
Of woman who is beautiful. who II
, fiattored. who is boloved-dawned agar
, In the misty depths of her eyes.
Before Lord Evesham's eyes and il
his ears were over the words "Watcl
, your wife" A younger man. ono sure
/ Of his hold upon woman's heart
, would have shown her the shameful
, thing. But he was afraid. He tried &
| keep the burden Of doubt and disbclie
/ 20 himself, yet Beatrix Evesham guessed
} at its existence. though she knew neithe
its origin nor reason. Only she felt tina
there was no love behind his courtesy
r no warmth in his kindness, no faith Il
4 his generosity.
& Watch your wife, Lord Eveshar
i. watched. and Lady Eveshan knew IT,