Worcester morning daily spy., 1898-02-27

divorcee entertained unaWares and
madame's outraged ideas of propriety.
But ] insist upon it that the fellow Is
dead" said Eugene.
Hush, Eugene" said his sister-in-
law
81 believe she knows it too, he went
on.
II think Mrs. Tivvers ought TO he
cross-examined," 1 suggested. t'she
started the trouble"
Tn afraid / started the trouble re-
marked Mrs. Alfred, penitently.
Just then the door bell rang, and there
was the voice ofMrs. Tfvvers down in the
hail. imploring to be allowed to see Miss
Carroll or Mrs. Alfred I.andon. Mrs.
Alfred flew down to welcome her and
brought her into the conclave as if a
unanimous vote had adopted my sug-
gestiOn.
"Oh. my dear Mrs Alfred Landon,"
the remorseful clairvoyant was eiacu-
lating as she entered the room without
taking any notice of us three men, "do
tell me what / must do! My conscience
would give me no rest. turned back as
soon as | reached my door. Is your
young friend better? May L speak before
these gentlemen? How do you do, Mr..
Barker?"
yes, Mrs. Tivvers,' said Mrs. Alfred.
eve were just wishing you would come
back. You see, Mrs. Tivvers. mother is
a little foreign in her ideas. though she
| has poor Madge in her own room now,
taking care of her. Now do try to be
calm. We want to ask you a few things
Please be quiet, Eugene. Let Mr. Barker
ask Mrs. Tivvers."
Nobody invited the distracted woman
| to sit down, or she did not heed the in
vitation. We were all standing. All fiVa
of us. Mrs. Tivvers, her heavy Astra-
chan Jacket only just far enough into
the room to let Alfred close the door be-
hind her. The occasion of this investiga-
ton was indeed gruesome, but its form
was more anonymously comic.
| I'VE wanted to ask you, Mrs. Tfv-
| vers, | began my examination
whether these astral shells. as I be-
| lieve they are called, ever leave the in
dividual during his lifetime?"
'Shells?" she echoed helplesslyi ct
don't understand
II mean. when you see a form like
that-as you did downstairs, you know
doesn't it always mean that the person
is dead?"
why, I thought always thought ia
meant that the person had left this
| world.
But this one-this Mr.. Decastro-is
he dead?"
"Oh, dear mep' She stood twisting her
fingers in agony, splitting the seams OF
her dark green gloves. "Oh, dear mel"
she murmured to herself. Didn't she
know? Poor thingp'
Know what?'' Eugene interrupted,
pushing past mis- brother, who had been
trying to keep him quiet Mrs. Tivvers
seemed not to hear.
why" she went on, ''that is worse
and worse; thought had only touched
an old wound She shook her head
mournfully. HE couldn't live with that
that right here and she put her hand
to a spot just beneath the bunch of mus
lin violets that decorated the front of her
bonnet on the right side.
THAT" quieted even Eugene.
/ Poor Mrs Tivvers stood murmuring
Dear me- dear mer' and looking from
lone to the other of us in dis1nay
Except for these half-audible express
sions. there was silence for a long I'M
terval until at last Mrs. Alfred said,
Wont you take off your jacket, Mrs,
| ITivvers?"
l hardly know how the whole matter
as it was I know that Eugene left the
| spent more than three weeks in travel=
with ample legal proof that Gregory
Isuicide, somewhere in Oregon, on the
| very day of Mrs. Alfred Landon's dread
/ full afternoon reception.
Madame must have worn out her pre-
| JUDGES nursing the sick girl, for not
more than year later, Eugene went to
! Chicago and came back married.