The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-10-30
Weary laughed round at him

Weary laughed round at him.
There's a whacking big balance on
the Chukundra side" he said
Neednr say goodbye to the mater"
ne went on, as they descended the
stairs; you'll come back to dine"
TO be cheered up" said Warrington,
with pathos.
an absurd remark. He hailed a.
hanson
Hadn't we better-er-walk? said
warrington, nervously.
You jump in" said Weary; don't
be frightened. I'm coming to hold your
hand"
He gave the address, and they bowl
ed away through the gray wetness
Warrington was trying to see the whole
OF his person at once in a six-inch strip
of looking glass.
Nov, 1 ask Of you, Vic" he said.
plaintively. sis 1t likely She'd have an
old object like me?"
F1shing!" said the subaltern.
You're not an Adonis, but a V. c..
covers multitude of SINS"
Pooh! What does girl care about
that?" said Warrington; and Weary
laughed aloud at him. To himself he
said THE girl who gets you will get
the bravest, cleanest, best man that
wears the queens uniform; and the girl
why, were there" said Warrington,
flushing and fidgeting; chow that horse
has been gOing!'
Three doors down the square," said
Weary to the cabman through the trap.
Tell him to drive once round first
said Warrington, pulling a glove off
and then beginning to put 1t on again.
I've got something to say to you
It'll keep" said Weary. "Out you
get"
Mo- say-half a minute, Weary!
Is my tie straight? I ought to have
changed my collar. Hang tall right,
I'm coming. Wait for us. cabby-we
sha'n't be five minutes. Weary, don't
ring. II don't think I'll call today,
after all-its a bit late, don't you
think? You have rung? Dash it! II
let me ask" The door was opened.
rs Mr.. Rivers in? Oh, thank you.
1t don't matter-Iu call again.
Good
Weary caught him as he turned and
held him fast.
'Is Miss Rivers in?" he asked.
"Yessir," said the man. who knew
him we'll
Say Lieut.. Beverley Warrington
wishes to see her for few moments
on most important-come here, you old
idiot-on most Important business"
inside the house Warrington mopped
his face and rehearsed speeches in a
low monotone until the man reappear-
ed.
will you walk up stairs, sir,
please?"
walk up" said Weary, sternly, and
marched him out of the room. fright
half face! Quick march! Go on, you
conquering hero, and good luck attend
you"
Warrington did not answer, but
breathed stertorously and fingered the
balustrade.
up you go!" said Weary. There's
no retreat. She's waiting for you
II wish you could come, too" said
Warrington in loud, hoarse whisper.
Weary grinned, shaking with inter-
nal laughter. Warrington glared at
him, groaned, and went slowly up
stairs, where the man stood patiently
waiting to announce him.
Weary heard him say breathIesslv
wait a minutep' but the man pre-,
ferTed not to hear him, and opened the
door With a most portentous Lieut.
Beverley Warrington
Weary waited in the library. He
smoked one cigarette, and another, and
another. He tried to read, but he gave
1t up. He tried to laugh at the scene
in which he had just taken part, but
gave that UP too. After all, he was IN
no laughing mood where Warrington's
happiness was centered.
And at last, when the hands of the
clock showed three-quarters Of an hour
gone, Warrington's voice from upstairs
called hoarsely, Weary"
He paused a moment. breathless
Then another voice. far clearer and
sweeter, but with just a faint tremor
in it, repeated, Weary
And then he flew upstairs as fast as
his wound would allow him.-Harms-
worth Magazine. sex@