Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-12-15

presently under the preteuSe of heavy
domestic requirements but now she will
stay to talk 10 Batty. What a life it is,
tine perpetual tutoring of oneself from
morning till night, and never the task
perfected.
bear me- is it really Mr.. Crawford?'
asks Mrs. darcy. I'm afraid he must
lee very wet. 1t is he indeed" peering
= yer MIR. Blount's shoulder aud Smudg-
ing her sleeve with his poker. lie must
h" drowned
Let us hope not" with n tragic up
ltung Of his eyes and the poker, for
ENrlyus sake. The misguided but-still
dearly heloved-Evclyn. who has had the
,9lly 10 prefer him to me. Besides dear
Mrs Darcy, If you will just look YOU
VIII Sge that ne il as safe as Noah in
MS ark Like the patriarchS of old he
HAS brought his tent with him."
certainly il is big" says Mrs. DAT
cy admirlngly. abiding to Mr. Craw-
lords umbrella, which, To say the truth,
has nothing mean about it, The avenue
Is one of those that are without tie or
lhodoN windngS, and therefore Mr..
traWtords coming can be watched from
affair, from the moment he enters the
gates of Firgr0ye until he lands under
The shelter OF the porch.
1T is uurivaled. 1t is of noble dimcn-
SONS. II IS worthy of all imitation de-
rlarcs Mr. Blount enthusiastically. 1T
Is = parachute of which any man might
well he proud. 1t is the literal family
umbrella of which we have all heard so
much, but which SO few OF us have seen
in the ribs, Where under he"ten lid
he get III Perhaps. with burst of
inspiration, he made it,
on, nonsense" says Mrs Darcy.
who is the kindliest soul alive but not
perhaps the smarteSt.
Wei, Evelyn, Id hang onto it if |
were YOU" says Mr., Bloun, Its a
most useful article. 1t is quite big
enough to shelter You and Crawford and
AL the little"
IF | were you, Batty" says Evelyn,
checking him severely. Il shouldn't let
hum see mo peeping ut him through
window.
True true" says that genial youth,
lowering the poker, but otherwise takinT
no notice of her suggestion. There is
something truly nndignihed in the word
pcoping One shouldn't peep! But"
bursting into wild giggle as his eyes
still follow Crawfords tall. advancing
frame. did YOU ever see such an ass as
h. looks? Now why on earth couldn't
he have stayed at home on such an un-
-odly day as thiSf"
why couldn't youT' retorts Miss
Darcy forcibly.
Evelyn" says Mr.. Blount reproach-
fully. Are you the one to ask that
question? Good heavens. is there any
y
girlF You know it is my hopeless love
for you that drives me thither through
the binding rain"
Il don't believe it was raining one
drop when Won left Parklands," says
Miss Darcy unrelentingly.
Raining or not raining" says Mr..
Blount, adroitly avoiding this insinua-
ton, you know l never can keep away
from Won
Well perhaps Mr. Crawford can't
either" SAYS Mrs. Darcy with her
pleasant little laugh
fixing Mr. Blount with an uncompro-
missing eye.
WAS it? Let me seeY' says that
young man, throwing himself at once in
TO n deeply -meditative attitude. and star
mig at the ceiling as though his life de-
Ponds upon wringing the truth from it.
well, with noble, truthfulness, per
haps not, If it had been
You'd have stayed ut home" puts in
Miss darcy ruthlessly. What n pity
it wasn't says she presently, adding
rudeness to the ruthlcssness.
Why demands he mildly. 81 don't
think it would hayemade much difference.
| have assured you can't live without
you, and a dogcart can generally be
squeezed out of my aunt, even il Sir
Bertram is away. | should have come
all the same"
So he would. A half word that he
had forced from Eaton in his testing
fashion last night, when Eaton had come
rather late into the smoking room looking
tagged and wretched and hopeless, had
determined him to walk or drive to Fir
grove today, were all the elements astir.
News Of her, however bald, would be
welcome TO Stamer's bruised spirit.
"Oh! | daresay," says Evelyn impa-
ticntly. She is holding herself together
as well as she can. but she is distinctly
out of tune with all her surroundings
Oh, to get away-to hide-to efface her
self
"To be rude to the ono that adorcs YOU
IS surely thankless task says Mr..
Blount with overwhelming severity.
But | know it is the one thing to be
expected Of woman, However. time may
teach You that-Ilallo. Crawford, Here
you are, Who'd have thought it, This
is surprise, And dry, too, Came in
your hrougham of course Odd thing
You know; but Evelyn and | were just
saying that in all probability. in spite Of
the weather, you would be sure 10 look
in. O."
Crawford has shaken hands with Eve
Iyn and has passed ON to Mrs. Darcy,
50 prOvdcntialy does not see the indig
nant glance the former has directed at
Mr.. BlOunt. That ingenious youth re-
celveS II fun, aud shows his depreciation
of IT 10y a display Of gestures hardly to
be riyalcd by the most advanced acrobat.
What would you have. my dear girl?'
whispers he tragically, whilst Crawford
IS asking questions about the coloucls
cold. The most correct thing in the
world, Showed him your mind was On
tircly given over to him. Eth? Couldn't
be better, eh?'
II do hope You are nor wet" says Mrs
ID Arcy Hospitality to Crawford. such
a day.
yes" says Crawford every bad. | !
had no idea it was going TO be- more than
a shower when ! left home. but you st-.
~ never know what is going to happen |
next in this happy go-lucky world Of Ours |
] felt dull-the atmosphere perhaps-I /
thought" with slow loving glance at |
Evelyn. II would come down here to be /
cheered
"WeIl. so you shall be. says she, /
throwing down her embroidery. aud com |
ing ut once up TO the hearth rug where /
he is standing. "Rut how are we to /
cheer you on a day like this
'PrCyidentialiv / brought the Times /
with me, says Mr.. Rlouut drarHug that {
paper from his pocket ITS always full (
IF information, and murders.