Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-01-26

with dear old Hector wearing out his
soul in the dreary monotOny of keeping
open communications in South Africa.
could not find it in my heart to plunge
into the frivolous gaieties Of Continental
watering places"
Il hope you will come out of it alive"
sighed one of her sympathetic hearers.
but do not ask US. who are not slaves
to our compleXlonS 10 tempt Providence
as You are bent on dong.
Marjorie Dalziel is heroic enough 20
throw her lot with mine" observed Mrs,
De Courcy Brown. She is coming to
Eastgate, too"
A running fire of incredulous ejacula-
| tions greeted this announcement.
Fact, | assure you" said Mrs. Brown.
"She says she is weary of the hollowneSs
of society. and longs for communion with
the sad sea waves"
THE sad sea waves are hollow, too,
sometimes" murmured beardless
youth.
But nobody needed him. All were
eagerly discussing the possibility of
descent in force upon Eastgate.
How do you get there? Whereabouts
| is it? Do you so by rail, or boat. or
! balloon. or on camels, or how! were
! some of the questions showered broad
cast upon Mrs, De Courcy Brown.
1T is about sixty mics from town.
and we are going in motor-car, she
replied.
"Then, in view of possible dangers"
| cried the chorus, I'VE, also in motor
| cars, will scout for you and act as body
| guard"
Mrs. Brown thanked them for their
! heroic devotion; nevertheless she and
/ Miss DalZiel managed to slip away I'M
| accompanied, preferring to brave the UNI
4 known dangers of the road and even a
possible breakdown to incurring the GER
/ fainty of public ridicule.
/ rAT1f Gh
| ~ after the two ladies, and their pres
| ence at Eastgate made things livelier
! than Mrs. De Courcy Brown had antici-
! pated. Indeed, the running for what she
| called the millionairess stakes became so
| severely competitive that she found her
self comparatively neglected and the sit
uation being novel and intolerable to her,
| she felt constrained to call Miss DalZiel
to account and ask her which of the ar
| dent hearts, glowing with love and admi-
ration, laid so humbly ut her feet, she in
! tended to condescend to pick up.
Are you serious Gertrude" inquired
| Marjorie
Quite" returned Mrs. Brown. 4
shall begin TO think that you are hard
| hearted"
Instead of returning the scofing an
swer Mrs. Brown expected, Marjorie
| burst into tears.
| Gertrude was all sympathy in a mo-
ment My dear girl, what have | said
/ 10 MOI. lbF mercy = Sake. CRY So N1OieHl-
| ly! | was only in jest"
but it must be true sobbed Mario
rie. He said the same thing, and he
| was not in jest"
He? WhoT'
| "Cecil Mallet.'
"What, is there yet another?"
"0h. Gertrude do not say another,
| He is the only one"
| "Then why is he not here?"
Because he is in South Africa"
We'll. there is nothing to cry about.
The fighting is nearly over
Il know; but our engagement is quite
over"
"Whose fault-yours?"
Indeed. no! His entirely"
What did he do?"
81 saw his arm around Laura Strange
! ways waist. They were in the conserva-
tory at the Plantagenet house dance"
''And is that ala"
| All? Is it not enough?'
MY dear Marjorie, do you really ex-
pect TO marry man who has never
had his arm around another wOman's
Il do. My husband must not only he
| sans peur, but absolutely sans reproche."
Then. my dearest child. YOU must
make up your mind to die an old maid"
Are all men trifers?'
| 'No. Some of them are milkSops. You
| wouldn't. | am sure, consent TO marry
milksop"
But it does not signify now; have
| dismissed him forever"
HIM. That is a long time. Write
and say. that you have reconsidered the
natter
"Impossible, l vowed that his arm
| should never more encircle my waist"
You can add postscript to the effect
that you only meant till he came home
again
shall write. Gertie? Really?"
Il should if ! v,re you"
And so she did.
/ 1t CHANGED that Cecil Mallet received
the letter just as he was ordered out on
a reconnaissance. He thrust it into his
pocket and did not find leisure to read it
till he was lying behind an anthill wait
| sign. In his joy at the contents he
| laughed aloud and imprudently raised his
head an inch or so above the safety level
thereby disclosing his whereabouts Five
| shots whistied through the air, and the
| letter fell from his hand. Every shot
had found its mark and he rolled over
| in helpless agony. biting tire dust that
was crimSoned with his blood
THE FUTURE.
A big liner was expected at Southamp-
! ton with a consignment of heroes from
| the front Among the privileged spec
tators awaiting her arrival at the, docks
were Mrs, De Courcy Brown and Mar
! jorie Dalziel
"Cheer up, Marjorie, What is the use
| of anticipating the worSt?'
Gertrude. | cannot bear the suspense.
Only think. ke may be dying. He may
even be dead at this very moment
| He was reported ConvaleScent at Cane