The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1897-12-03
Mr. 1AomPsoN's HONEYMOON

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Mr.. TH0MPS0N'S HONEYMOON
sit Is very unfortunate. really
don't know how it can have happened.
Nos. 20 and % arc both engaged. II
you would step into the drawing room
moment will inquire"
The manager OF the Clinquc Ports
Hotel rubbed his hands together and
smiled ingratiatingly at the couple
,cfore him. Mr.. Thompson, stout,
prosperous and middlc-agcd; Anne,
slender, blonde and lovely, with
"brId' written large all over her at
tire, from the picture hat. the fawn
travelling CLOAK, line with white
satin. and the watch bracelet In tur'
Quoiscs, down to her patcnt leather
shoes.
"Will you 90 up stairs and wait, my
dear!" he said, turning to her.
"Oh, no! this will do" she said, In
differently: and pushing open thu
door OF the waiting room she walked
in.
Away from her hush lnd's eyes she
drew her breath hard, her gray eyes
had the look OF Il child rudcly awak
cncd, she claspcd her hands together
with gesture Of nervous dread. A
man, the solitary occupant OF tint
room, turned his head at the soft
rustic OF her silk-lined skirts, and as
their eyes met both uttered "A cry.
"Charlic. You here"
"Annic! My God. Is 1t you? In
not too latc-say lin not" he cried.
"Iwas married tins morning. We
VIC are nn our hOneymonn; but villa
| has that to do with you:" said she
almost hcrccly. "Y0u-y0u broke "i
our engagement. would have bce'
true to you in spite OF everyone"
Then there has been foul play!
was sure OF 1t. Look, Annie. la
such faith IN you that, when ther
, was no answer to my letters, l kne,
D they must be tampcring with you
| And then came the news Of your en-
gagcnlent-my sister wrote to me, sl'
e always was jealous Of yOu-and l "
r leave somehow. 1t was the Colont
I win managed it for me, and l hav
travelled day and night TO be In TIM
y [ lett the boat at Marseilles and
= came straight on here through Pari
: | haven't eaten or slept since; and
meet you here married."
K lie was close to her now, his hant
4 some, sunburnt face flushed and qui'
cring, his strong hands clinched in
= masculine impaticnce Of suffering.
Anne shrank away from him. whit
|. and trembling. She could hear III
~ husbands voice speaking to watt
outside.
10 "Annc, haven't you a word for M
tr Tell me why you have done this hi
cous thing! Was it his money!
to demanded.
ellis money? No, no; ] never hca
p from you. l was 50 lonely and mis-
is able" sic faltcrcd. "Oh. Charll
Charlie. What shall VIC dO?"
ms She held out her hands to him wi
:" u little gesture Of appeal, hut he d
" not take them. He was beginning
sec that II had been better for the
"s both II they had never met agnl
y" What could he do but harm to y
'rhompson's wife?
"r II don't know-GOd help us"
" said brOkenly. "r0 meet you II
d. this. Is he does yO,ir husband"
~ The door swung open-Mr. Thon
son was cntering.
=, "Oh, ycs, that will do quite
~. wcllm said Mr.. Thompson, COM
,.r briskly In, and speaking over
shoulder to u waiter. "Anne, my dc
ord IL Is all right now. We have tn
Of lTo0ms on the first floor. They
taking up our things. Why my de
,eir what Is the nlatter?"
inc, II have made mistake" s
Anne, hardly knowing what she 81
the "This-this is Charlie Dacre."
'"r' Mr.. Thompson had heard sket
're' outline OF his wiic's previous !
affair from Mrs. Carruthcrs. :"
WI aud girl affalr"-"Mcrc fanc,
'''' "Quite unworthy young nlsn'-
de- phrases Sccmed to ring In hk bl
in now. A dull Hush rose slowly to
face; hc laid his hand on Annc's a
the II have heard Of Mr., Dacre,"
's" M said, coldly. II think you had DC
'"'a come With me."
., "You have stolen her from me!
w 49,, know best yourself by what mca
,una said the younger man, saysgely.
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