Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-10-10


gossips. in these days" says she we
will give them no occasion of falling
foul Of us. If ] left You now in full
view of them. they might say | had
learned something to our disadvantage
during our walk. You see?"
Il see. says he, his eyes on the
ground.
Slowly they advanc. towards the
group assembled under the southern wall
Of the beautiful old house.
CHAPTER Mi.
1t is very picturesque group The
day, although dull. is not cold. and the
women, sitting here and there. or walk
ing up and down the terraces in their
furs and laces, with here and there a
touch of crimson to relieve the darkness
Of their costumes, make charming pic
ture against the glistening background Of
the trailing ivy, that everlasting gar
ment of old winter. Here cut close
against the walls. and there hanging in
all its native luXuriance from the tow
erS and battlements, it seems ever bent
on clothing the chilly old king in ver-
dure green as summer hath it. in spite
of the fr0stS and SHOWS.
Mrs. WyldingWeekes has been plays
ing her eternal banjo. and singing to it
apparently, though only the ceaseless,
monotonous sound of its tum-tum-tum
comes to Evelyn and Mr. Crawford as
they draw near.
Evidently it has been an Anglo-negro
melody of the very latest fashion. and
probably of very pronounced type, MS
quite a burst of applause breaks from
the male court that, as usual. has formed
itself round Mrs. Wylding- WeekeS. as
II comes to a termination. She herself
seems to be dying with laughter. whilst
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Wylding WeekeS may be seen aglow with
wrath Subdued
Give you another?' asks Mrs. VIVID
ing WeekeS gaily with a disgracefully i'll
concealed glance towards her husband
and a nudge to Batty Plount. Bona
tde this time. No nonsense about it!
Straight from Kentuck. The real article
warranted to wear and to wash.
Who's for it? Say
y dozen hands go up at once, all with
the manly shirtcuff ut the end of them.
Whereupon she gives them, with i'm
mense spirit. truly terrible ditty that
has Il good deal to do with the willy Op0s-
sum.
An opossum up gum tree.
Up he 90.
Up he 90,
1t is objectionable. The allusion to the
gum tree over there. with Mr.. Wylding-
Wcckes not exactly up it. but distinctly
raging beneath it, is only too apparent
II really wish she wouldn't" says Ey
clyn nervonsiy, in low aside to Mr.
Crawford, who is looking distressed Ev-
cryone is wishing that, except the reck-
less few; but all the wishing is of no
avail.
1T is pity" says Mr.. Crawford
gravely.
To Evelyn it seems that it is almost
more than that: but she is in specially
depressed mood in which all unpleasant
things take alarmingiy huge proportions
The killing of that dog is still fresh to
hef The scene refuses to be laid. and
repeats itself over and over before her
ina gination. And Mr. Crawford's face!
That cruel light i'm his eyes as he had
held the poor little brute. With what an
awful tenacity he had held-and choked
it,
And that he-he should have been the
hero Of this sorry affair. That is the real
mystery that troubles her. Other men
in their wrath might have done it. but
that he should have done il disturbs her
Was there ever man so kind. 50 calm. so
gentle almost to melanch0lyE Yet his
rage had been strange, horrible. And the
re%rCt-that came too late-surcly that
had been ms strange. as exaggerated as
the rage itself
How was it with him? What curious
nature had she lit upon thus early in her
young journey through life? Always She
can see before her those fierce eS and
the tiercer clutch Of the fingers round the
dogs throat; and as she thinks Of it. She
shrinks afresh from him with strong
rCpugnancc.
To blame herself a moment later, For
with the fear Of him there is always
present with her a pity for him. pity
that is divine.
What delicious old place this is, Mr..
Crawford" says Marian Vandcleur. with
view to getting rid of Mrs. Wylding
Wcekcs and her outrageous conduct.
Yes, isn't it?'' says Mrs Wylding-
Weekes promptly. who has always some
thing to say about every topic under the
sun. Just like the old barracks one
reads Of. That thing Of Tcnnys0ns
don't You know, Ell? The Moated
Grauge-what?"
An excellent name 4 most appropri-
ate one" says Crawford courtcously, in
that slow way Of his. his eyes on the
ground. He smiles as he speaks. but 10
his heart he shows n different face. She
hnd bit upon a truth. this silly woman
Despair Icy there, in that old moatrd
grange Of poetry: despair lies here.
Continued Next Week.
Police Judge NeiSwanccr Of Alment.