The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-08-04

at Y ork. she was not the thing at ali
thought, 1 was sorry for IT,.
He held aloft a plate, which, II had not
spoken, he would by this time hav laid
upon the opposite table and the quick
movement of his figure was arrested
"She ayelOsi Ola deal Of her good looks
since she left ere, sir But she ave been
In Scarborough Off and on. Come over for
the day perhaps. Dear me. she ave lost
some of her good looks She just 'aver'
He gazed into space. blankly, and as
sumed an expression pleasantly receptive
of what condolences might be forthcoming
But discretion-perhaps even an exagger
ated view of that Importance OF reticence
upon essentials and of communicativeness
on nonessentials, which is ever dominat-
ing instinct In the trained waiter-bade
him pause.
II can't say 'ow IL come TO pass"
He was busy with his preparation OF the
luncheon table. The thought of that, as
he would have me understand possessed
his soul Eothing else. Suddenly he re-
tented
''Before she left this house thought she
were gone dotty. She was dreamlike, and
used TO make mistakes In all the bills.
Would forget this and forget that-used TO
add things up wrong I've understood.
Clean gone, l should have said she was,
sometimes. Gone dotty. But therel
suppose it's so with them. Females, when
they get caught, is like that sometimes"
He said no more. But what his words
implied set me again meditatng upon the
saddened face at the hotel at York-the
face still fine, though with the soft radi-
forced, unnatural laughter
Next day at lunch at that hotel of whose
bar, or of whose glazed bookkeeper's office,
Helen Barton had been the admirable or
nament, the dining room door opened-re-
vealed three Airedale terriers, extended on
the floor cloth in the hall outside Will
| liams, my waiter, glanced at them and
then at me, and he forgot his discretion.
"They belongs 10 Mr. Brackenbury He
| ave just gone into the bar-be talking TO
| the young lady They will lie quiet there,
| all three of EN-, till he comes out, sir.
That won't be for good bit yet-when he
| goes riding He can stick on horse. MIR
| Brackenbury, he added looking at me
solemnly, lit was him and Miss Barton as
used TO be SUCH He waited for a min
ute weighing his word gravely.
"Such chums, sirp' he exclaimed almost
| triumphantly, satisfied TO have found his
way round a difficult point. "'Tis TO be
hoped this other young woman won't lis
| ten 10 him quite as ready as Miss Barton
| did He had no difficulty there sir, m
| afraid. She was so gone on him-though
/ should never have thought IL of her Oh.
never in the world She was a very nice
| girl, too, and fine girl. and with il all so
simple. And she do come over here, as
| told you, sometimes of a Sunday l see her
here o. Sunday week. She's friendly still
| with more than one of our people. And she
| pops her head in at the bar window where
she used TO sit, and asks that party-so
hear-how Mr. Brackenbury is Che never
sees her now and If he carries on with the
other one-that is, the new bookkeeper-
| same as he did with her. She's dead set on
him and would as lief as not come back
here, if they'd take her, notwithstanding
also they tells me-so only she could see
him. Il should like TO come back, she
says. What want is To come back 70
Scarborough There's no getting away
from that, she says. Il want To come back
to Scarborough. That's what she says
| and that means him, of course Pining
for him, like. And you'd "a think, sir
that he'd remember the past, wouldn { you:
Much does he care for herr
The waiter left me for the regions of tn,
stillroom or the pantry. Through the door,
opened more widely, there came the sound
| of laughter in the bar-Nlr Brackenbury
Carrying on" again meditated on that
disastrous fascination he had in one case
| exercised What was he like: And what
beyond certain outward manlness and
some indcscribable or understandable ATTN
ity with her had given him his fatal pow
| er over the beautiful Miss Barton? How
| much she had believed in himl
Presently footstep, persistent, loud
and self assertive, was audible in the hall
The three terriers got upall together And
with another laugh and word thrown
loudly, their master, young and bulky
prosperous and idle, sublmely satisfied
with himself and everything about him
questioning nothing under heavcn-the
kindness of no action the justice of no i'm
pulse, for what was justice or what wa:
kindness to him?-with another laugh
then, and a word thrown loudly, the ter
riers master strobe out into the town
So that was Mr.. Brackenburyl
| Through the window l looked upon the
author of the sordid tragedy, his broad and
brutal back disappearing down the main
street.
"God does not pay at the end of every
day." says the Spanish proverb, but In
the end God does pay. Frederick Wed
more in Sketch