Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-09-29
) A LIES REMORSE.
= y BY THE DUCHESS = a..

stuffed it quite 50 hard says Evelyn,
who is now in tears.
An exclamation from Marian s1artles
her.
Here's some one" cries she.
Mrs; Faudrey makes a dying wrigglc.
Not BessieT' shreks she
No, no; only Batty, Eaton and Sit
Bertram. Evelyn" in an agony. how
are We to hide herr"
Hide me-. cries Mrs. Naudrey wildly
For what: For Why" She seems to be-
going back to her childhood in the eX-
tremlty of her agitation, so peculiar is
her speech. They're men" ungratefully
they II be able to do something You
can I. Call them. Shout to them. II
they can do nothing. you had better send
for Reginald. He'll be good for the
burial service. ut all events"
1t is plain that there is no false shame
about her: Miss Vandeleur, stepping to
one side. lets the scene sink in upon the
minds Of the approaching relief party
Words fail her, but she makes a tragic
gesture that Is as expressive as volume
The three men rush to the rescue There
Is great straining Of muscles. a refusal
| TO meet each others eyes. Il final effort
and the atfectiOnate wire that has so long
embraced her, smashing in two, Mrs
Naudrey drops. an inert but grateful
bundle ON the nice soft grass beyond.
Dear me, dear me- SAYS she. sitting
up and at once beginning to adjust her
/ bonnet: such a thing TO happen 10 me-
she ism even embarrassed. The girls
look at her with amazemenr. the men
with admiration. tempered with-wcll. Il
d"esn matter; they have at least tn
decency to control it-all, that is. except
Mr., Blount. who has apparently been
taken with the palsy.
How am | looking. girlst' asks Mrs.
| Naudrey from her lowly position on the
bosom of mother earth. ''Tumbed eli :
Iow's my hair? Is my bonnet straight
! Dye think if l met Bessie she wouidn I
suspect anythng?"
Nothing says Evelyn, who has been
putting Mrs. Naudrey's head to rights.
and generally rubbing her down Better
get up, however. she might turn that cor
ner at any moment"
| Allow me- says Sir Bertram, giving
| the PROSTATE lady his hand. He brings
| her up by superhuman effort to her
! feet. Alone he does it. Eaton is picking
| up the few stray articles thar she has
! shed during her struggle, and Mr.. Blount
| is still battling with his disease
! He is evidently very bad. He has re-
| tired into the background. and is APP
! parently incapable of action of any sort
/ All the black looks united. that Marian
and Sir Bertram have showered upon
| him, have not had the effect of check
ing the attack that has seized him. On
| the contrary. he seems to grow worse
every moment. To a casual observer it
might suggest itself that the unfortunate
young man is bursting.
Really, Batty,' says Evelyn at last
| i'll Il Disguised tone. 1t is the match tn
! the fuse. Mr.. Blount gives way to his
| feelings: a guffaw breaks from him that
! shakes the circumambient air.
After this. the deuge being imminent,
/ all seek to hide their heads; unnecessari-
! ~, as time proves. A second cackle joins
| itself to Blounts. To the amazement of
! all the quakers present, it proves to como
| from Mrs. Naudrey.
'Oh, YOU may laugh" saws she to
| Batty, thus countenancing that youth 5
/ ill-timed hilarity, and thereby in
all probability saving him from
most painful death; he is
| far gone towards apoplexy at this mo-
ment. But if you had been me. YOU'D
have sung different tune; especially il
YOU had thought that Bessie Stamer
might be down upon you at any second.
| eyeglass in eye You would have felt
laughter far from you then, | promise
You. and you'd have quailed as | did.
| There. don't be angry with him. girls /
| daresay any one who wasn't principal
/ ingredient in the mess, could hardly help
! getting Il laugh out of it