Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1900-12-01
DEsERET EVENING NEWS. sATURDAr, DECEMBER !, 1900

her husband when she talks about him
] believe no bring him back 90 her N
could. just Co make her happy
Poor old Dick what "a good chap
you are Here's my dinner waiting for
me and q hroughman 10 front OF the
door. $50 m not late'
lie got out and DICK Tempiar opened
The little trapduor Boa the roof and
shouted to the cabman TO drive fast
The Neuuekers live somewhere north
of the Marylebone road. In a quiet ter
race OF big houses There was no car
rIuge 900 their door a hanson was the
only vehicle in the terrace driving
slowly on with the man In the dickey
examining the fare that had Just been
paid him Js Dr. be were dissatisfied with
the quantity ~ the coins Dick won.
dered OF Mrs. OBrleu had driven alone
IN the cab in front OF him all the way
from Elbury streets. He paid his fare
and Jumped out
A small boy had strayed up with a
bundle OF evening papers. but trade was
slack. and be dashed forward apparent
ly with the iorlorn hope that something
might Doe gained by helping an able
bodied gentleman late for dinner 20
alight from "a hanson cab Dick Tenn
up the steps and rang the bell
The footman who should have opened
the door must have been carrying IN
One soup. Tor no one come for fully a
minute. Dick tapped his foot impa-
tienuy on the white doorstep and
sc0Nled at the small boy half hidden
behind avn orange contents bin.
Killed and Wounded az Battersberg,
Official list.' was the most prominent
items OF news promised by the bin.
Dick tried IN vain 20 remember what
20 was that had happened some days
before az Battersberg- whether the
Beers had captured a convoy or saved
their own guns and decamped. and, az
no one come To- the door he held out a
penny To- the small boy and rang again,
The Official List was plain enough
in the Stop-Press teleErams. Dick had
found 30 before the footmau opened the
door
yes sir2' said the man aloud to at
tract the attention OF the gentleman.
Dick was keeping dinner party Of
fully twenty people waiting I'm the
papers.
Officer killed. Capt G. G. OBnen.
Dublin FusIliers" That is was he had
read one or two other names followed.
bat he did not see them. Mechanically
he folded the paper and thrust IL deep
into the pocket OF his oyercoat which
the f0otman was taking from him as
rapidly as he could
You are late, and ! have had no one
20 bring me downstairs said a voice
that brought Dick To- himself with a
start They had resolved 20 90 IN 20
dinner without him, and he had been
standing IN the hail staring at them IN
dazcd way, almost without aCknowl-
edgIng his hosts nod as they an filed
by. until Mrs OBren came past alone.
She slipped her arm into his. and he
went in vaguely wondering what IL was
he had to do with the widow Of a man
forty-eight hours dead prattling beside
him about the heat and flowers, twit-
ling him with tIiviaites as to what
might have made him so late. and rally
ing him on his dulLness.
Il suppose II Is being married 10
soldier" she said. that makes me Rc-
customed TO punctuallty, Pat is never
late for anything"
10 was the first time she had mem
TONED her husband by name that even
Ing and he caught at the idea Ike
drowning man at q lfebOat.
why are an lrlshmen chrlstened
Patrick?' he asked, going at the point
In roundabout way lnstinctively,
But they arcuti' she exclaimed.
MY husbands name Is George. He
was chrlstened George Caruthers, only
Pat suits him so much better You
will say so when you see him.
Dick could see him In his minds eye
with a couple Of soldiers heaping dry
sand over him In a shallow grave. and
q firing party returning 10 camp after
their last duty. lie even wondered
vaguely whether they marched back
with arms reversed, and what arms re-
yerscd might precisely mean. He had
read OF soldiers funerals In newspapers.
you really ought TO see him. she
went on, and, having once got upon the
topic talked OF the husband whom she
had married six months before for the
rest OF the dinner time, telling herhost-
ess an anecdote OF him across the man
who sat between them, Her doing so
gave Dick an opportunity 10 think, and
possible solutions Of the question what
was 10 happen chased one another
through his head. She might not See
the news TN the morning, reading 1t
all by herself In her lodgings he had
called on her there, and she had told
him how lonely and forlOrn she felt
without Pat The Nennekers were al
most the only people she knew IN Lon
don and they We're only friends whom
she had known. as girls know married
people In London, for year on two be-
fore her engagement, Again, she might
read the news In an evening paper, as
he had done, 10 would be better In the
morning than with the loneliness OF
night To follow the blow AN alone at
ss. D..
one might have seen the Telegram and /
might blurt out the name he had read
al any moment during dinner then
there would be scene, IN which he,
Dick Templar. would be a helpless
spectator. Some day she might remem-
Der how cheerfuily she had spent the
evening laughing and chatting when
her husband lay dead, and even find out
that he knew all the time. Could he
tell her quietly afterward? lie could. /
ut course, drive home with her proba- /
bly, she would expect him To do so. |
Should he tell Mrs Neuneker and ask I
her 20 break the news2 Some people, .
he knew. thought that bad news came [
more gently dribbled out perhaps with /
an accompaniment of phrases imp3rt- T.
ing religious consolation. lie thought of /
how he might best put It, and shiy- I
cred. hlS Udln OF tnuuEht was inter- /
rupted by MIS- O'Brien speaking TO him. I
eating a late strawberry by tiny mouth /
fuls as She ala So. lie hoped his face /
would show nothing for the present
DO YOU think me horribly frivolous .
and hardhoarted dining out and enjoy .
ing MYSELF DO YOU think I ought 90 F.
be Cium like-like you'' she asked with /
sudden grave look IN her eyes ~ /
] once gave way To- an feel al times .
] should 60 mad The worst battles I
were fought before he got out there [
and ! feel I know-that he must come |
through au right now. You think the /
show is practically over. don't y0u2 Ev- /
cry one says so'
She laid her hand on his, or touched .
his. perhaps uuintenuonally, and her .
face was for a moment so drawn and I
earnest that he felt no doubt Of the .
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