Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-07-28
CHAPTER XI.-(Continued.l

Yes. my DEAR placidly; Il quite
agree with you. But he's poor, you
know. He" thoughtfully, lis the poor
est person / know. We never have Il
penny we can squander comfortably, like
other people, and that's a great draw
back. you know. One likes to squander
occasionally. 1t is in the blood. But
squanderng and we, are two"
Yes that's the way with us, too"
saws Evelyn. shaking her charming head
with quite melancholy air.
And how different it is with her
Bessie Stamer, | mean. OF course
She comes of d good family No
one is saying word against
that. County people they were The
Daintrys, you know, of Warwick. But
well, one shouldn't talk of it"
why notT says Evelyn, with COM
mendable courage, knowing Mrs. Vaud-
rey will talk of it, in spite of her words
10 the contrary. You mean that your
father"
Just so, my dear. She was a com
moner-I was not. But my father Lord
Sainton. hadn't sou. He was. l re-
member, delighted when Mr.. Vaudrey
proposed TO me. One off his shoulders,
don't YOU see? A mouth less to feed and
clOthe.
that you married Mr.. Vaudrey?' asks
Evelyn, touch of Indignation in her
tone.
No, my dear. Honestly, l think
not. 1t seems absurd, now, Evelyn.
doesn't it? but really | believe there was
time when l was dreadfully in love
with Mr.. Vaudrey.'
Il should think you would be dread
fully in love with him now, too" says
Evelyn, with slight increase of the IN
dgnation.
"Oh. well-as to thatr' says Mrs
Vaudrey with a most unromantic laugh
'There-you mightn't think it, says She
as if starting regular problem, difficult
of solution, but there was time when
| used to think Reginald was absolutely
handsomew Poor Reginald, Years and
worries, and frettings over his destitutes
have left him far from handsome now
save in the eyes of those who can ap-
preciate him. 1t angers Evelyn that his
nearest and dearest should take him
thus BADLY, but after all no man is a
prophet in his own country.
He has a beautiful face always" SAYS
she, with a little lump in her throat, as
she sees rise before her minds eye the
wears pale, eager, emaciated features
msatisted longings that life has left so
clearly stamped upon him.
There are ugler, certainly" says
Mrs. Vaudrey, pursuing up her lips. as if
with desire to give him and all men
fair play.
He is the best man in the world"
says Evelyn vehemently.
HE is" agrees his wife, placidly.
Too good. l wish" with heartfelt
sigh, she had a little less goodness, and q
little more coin of the realm"
You can't mean that" says Evelyn,
who after all is very young.
Can't ~ with deep feeling. Il do,
though And l wish he had little more
common sense into the bargain. | don't
mind talking to you, Eyelyn--you are one
Of the most reasonable girls l know.
though you are good looking, and | say
that if you were in my shoes you would
wish Mr.. Vaudrey different. too. lie is
saint, If you like, but one fares lenten-
wise all the year round when attached to
that class. and one tires of bread without
butter always. Why can't he think? Is
tomorrow of no consequence? Surely he
needn't give ali to the poor"
Not all, of course"
No. Even Abraham did not go so far
as that. A little of all that he possessed
satisfied him. But Mr.. Vandrey wants
to out-Caesar Caesar. Now look here.
Evelyn, You will admit, l suppose, that
every gentleman must have at least two
suits of Clothes"
AT the least"
"One suit for Sundays, and one for
weekdays. Wei. that is just what |
can't make Mr.. Vaudrey take to heart.
Up comes one of the parishioners-old
Hodgson for choice if you likc-com-
planning of his eternal sciatica or lum-
bago, or whatever ridiculous disorder
may be rife in the parish at the time !:
and on the instant Mr.. Vaudrey falls a
victim to his wiles, and gives him. with
out thought. his second best breaches.
After that, of what use is the second
best coat and waistcoat. want 70
know? OF none-of none at all. and moth
ing therefore is left him but to give his
Sunday suit to his Mondays work.
That's imperative, EVELYN. You know Il
pon't VISITING oil fbN no
IN coat and waistcoat only
No! no." says Evelyn regretfully. She
Is evidently seriously ANNOYED with the
present state of our moral laws \ coat
and waistcoat only No. they would
never sanction that. She is troubled too
with an awful inward vision of her pas
tor and master, carpering wildly down
the village street, clad in the scanty hah-
lliments Mrs. Naudrey has so graphically
pictured. Would the children hunt him
the dogs? 1t is a terrible bit of imagery.
She nales before it.
oh! he ought not to give away his
trousers" says she. almost tearfully:
Il knew you would see it as l do" re-
turns Mrs. Vandrey, well pleased.
maid is regular fool. One would
think he was millionaire the
way he goes on. Yet he never has n de-
cent rag to his back. ana not an ounce
Of flesh on his homes"
iit 'NtN ltNh flilI, Nta MIS- - y
cy, calling IN the Wears cadaverons
face. Does he failtcrilgly he
eat enough? Has he good appetiteE'
"FncrTons"' says Mrs Eaudrey with
considerable energy. ''Ile eats like n
trooner More than J do with all the
children thrown in. There again. my
dear Evelyn YOU can soc ho" eXpen-
Sive it is to marry really good man.
II he would do2e away ar hour or two
Of his day IL his study. pretending to
write his sermons. you know. or study
INC the Ancient Fathers. mil lunch
con might satisfy him, but all that
Irudgiug through the keen air from
morning till night. to see how his poor
ere getting on, gives him an appetite be-
Tore which an alderman might quail"
Evelyn righS. with sense of relief
Why 'dn't he come to parklands to-
day. asks she.
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