The Press., 1898-09-29
A FRIENDLY RUSE.

Mrs. Bradshaw rose from her seat at the dinner table. It had been rather a quiet dinner, and he had had to do nearly all the talking. Bradshaw open ed the door, and MT. Garraway noticed that each avoided looking at the other. Ernest Bradshaw closed the door and came back to the table. He cracked a walnut, and on opening it threw it into the fire. s3 AatF 1t st--@ A''f
 ''Bad?' said MT. Garraway. He was starting cigar and he had reflled his glass. He was perfectly at home with the Bradshaws.
 "Yes," said young MT. Bradshaw violently. ''Of course it's bad Worst of it is that you never know until you try"
 MT. Garraway owed his success as a solicitor mainly to knowing exactly when not to do the wrong thing. Young Bradshaw lighted cigar and after a few puffs let it go out. Then he stood up with his back to the fire-it was his fre-and looked at Garraway.
 ''I want to ask you something, Cara way. Do you ever have people coming to you to draw up deeds of separation?''
 "Oh, yes; pretty often"
 "Well, would you mind being of some use to me-and to Ellen?'
 "Why, certainly. I've known you both-Mrs. Bradshaw especially-for a long time. But you two don't want to be separated? Why, man alive, you haven't been married a yearp' "Garraway, look here. We have had 8 TOW, a dispute, or whatever you like to call it.''
 "What should call it" said Cara, way, rising and speaking with some as- cerbity, ''would be little disagreement between two excellent young people who ought to know better.''
 Nevertheless, my dear Garraway''- the young husbands lips quivered- nevertheless we have agreed to part. On the piano ill the drawing room uI stairs few chords were struck and I the clear voice of Mrs Bradshaw rang out. Garraway, getting on in the thir. ties, and sober man of law, found the hand that held his cigar. shaking for, a lsmoment. .-. ---.....-
 "You see," said Bradshaw ;"perfect ly jolly over it. '' @s stH There was a sudden stop and crash on the piano, as though the player could keep it up no longer. .-
 "Look here, Bradshaw''-Mr. Cara. way passed his hand carefully over his smooth, spare hair-"look here. Call al my place at II tomorrow morning, and I'll do what is wanted.
 "Thank you, Garraway."
 "Shall we go up stairs? I must ar. range with her." .,ss
 The demure, precise little clock or the mantelpiece in MT. Garraway' chambers struck II o'clock. A small boy entered with 8 card. ..s
 "Thank you, Judd. Show the lady in, MT. Gibson -es s..-. .r | MT. Gibson withdrew his work to the outer office, stepping aside at the dool to permit slim, girlish figure to enter
 "How do you do, MT. Garraway? Tn not late, am I? I did not know the place and had little difficulty. presume you are aware of the nature of my CT rand?' said the visitor.
 | "We often have little difficulties ir the law, Mrs. Bradshaw. If everything worked smoothly, we would, starve. had no chance of speaking to you las night, 7" said MT. Garraway, "exceptinf to ask you to call, but had brie conversation with Bradshaw, and h, assured me that you had quite made ul your mind about the matter. 7"
 "He is, in this particular instance quite right" She put her lips togethe, and looked as determined as she could
 "And so am to draw up the deed O separation?"
 eff you please.
 "It's rather rough on me, went ol MT. Garraway, with an effort at humor "Why, it seems only yesterday that was his best man, and you and he wen away to Neuchatel, and we cheered yo, as you left Victoria station Do you re member?"
 "Would you mind telling me, please when the document can be drawn?''
 "And do you remember your first din ner after your return, and how jolly VI all were? Why, you were as comforta ble as. anything until week or so az -weren't you?''
 "What I propose to do," said tn stern young lady, with just the suspi cion of catch in her voice, ''is to g abroad with my aunt for year or tw, and leave the house just as it stands fo Ernest to live in. He can get house keeper, you see, and"-
 By Jovel'' cried MT. Garaway "That's not bad ideaP'
 "You think-youi think it will worl all right, MT. Garraway?''
 "Oh, think so l I'll tell you why Of course you want Ernest to be com fortahle. don't you2's