The representative., 1901-05-30

For the first year. after the Simpsons
were married they were considered the hap.
piest couple In Ill New York. Even Mrs
Simpson's unmarried acquaintances Of hel
own sex were forced to admit this fact
true, the usual gossip was induleed In By
the friends Of both. when the announce.
ment Of the marriage was made, - to The
lack OF congeniality Of th6 participating
principals In the sensation. and. no doubt
the gossip was in q measure justified: fo1
simpson first Of all was attached to hil
cluo with devotion 20 absolute It seemed
next to impossible that he could share Il
with anything or anybody. What's more
simpson was bachelor by nature, pos.
sessing every qualification Of the man wht
prefers to travel fastest and alone on thu
course Of life.
The wise old campaigners Of the bachelo,
set which Simpson belonged to, though
grleved at Simpsons rash act, said nothing
Iney had too long played the part OF thu
observers. and from their grandstand seats
At the club had watched the little games o1
matrimonial checkers ever in operation
around them. They merely said. "Cen9rat.
ulations. old chap" and when a year or &
later the supposed happy benedict returned
to his old, familiar chair in his old. familial
corner OF the club, they, in the most mat
ter -of-fact way, said, "Glad to see you
back again, old chap" They were really
TOO Dlase to gossip. Instead they looked al
eacn other with an expressive shrug Of the
shoulders. =
II followed then when Simpson began te
put In an appearance at the club three
nights In the week that another return tf
the 1old was looked for. But the coniec.
lures OF even the wisest oftimes 10 astray
ana let the truth be known in Justice tc
SIMPSON ne was In reality not firing Of the
conJugal contract. He was contented by
MS young and trusting wife's side ever
during the early nocturnal hours, until she
developed the solitaire craze.
simpson had always considered, playing
caros ana listening to young spe1lbindel
making MS first political speech on PAL
for the highest honors of boredom 10,
the sake of his wife he might .manare r.
exist through night of whist or bridge
Dut solitaire never; and when Mrs. Simp-
son, early in the evening, would propose
what her husband had termed "a game fit
only for the inmates of deaf and dumb
asylum, he would have his usual excuse
ready" got to go out on a matter ~ husi !.
ness"
VI course after couple of weeks. Mrs
simpson ceased proposing solitaire. bu.
olmpson had again developed the club hab-
1t, and Mrs. Simpson realized she had now
the hardest task Of her life before her. to
again coax him away from him club and re-
establish the happy relations of the once
happy little flreside -
Like any other young bride at her first
disappointment, she wept, but always by
herself, and not word of protest did she
give vent to when Simpson made his now
regular excuse of business.
One night. however, she waited for Simp-
son to leave the house on his usual and I'm
portant errand. She watched him disap-
pearing down the street, and then walked
over to the messenger call and pulled the
crank three times. She gave orders to the
servant to send the messenger to her in
the drawing room. Less than fifteen min
utes elapsed, when cap in hand, his face
dirty, his hair unkempt, stood before her
and at her service. A. D. T. Messenger No,
1873
did yer call?" he inquired of the young
and beautifully attired Mrs. Simpson
"Yes," she replied. How mucn does
your office charge for waitihg?'' 's,ne S'''5
"Fordy cents" was the quick answer.
What's your name7" ska asked
'Forgarty, Patsy. l lib down in de old
Ford ward
Can you play solitaire, Mr.. Forgarty?'
whats you're givin' us? Nav, but 1 can
play craps"
Craps. What is that game? Do you
play it with cards?"
Mr.. Forgarty was getting interested. even
enthusiastic.
Nav! Pasteboards amt in it. You
shoot 'em wild dice.''
him for the first time in his lifo almost
staggering him-I want you to remain here
for q few hours tonight. My husband is
away and I am lonesome. If you can't play
solitaire. we'll play craps. Have you the
dice with you
"Sure," said Mr.. Forgarty, taking from his
pocket a pair OF celluloid cubes, and hand
ing them to his fair questioner.
"Fll pay you now," she said. $50 you'll
have the money to play. Here's your mon
ey, and then I pay you for your call when
you leave. Now you're to teach me how to
play craps"
It was Just such a call as Patsy in his
widest fancies had dreamed to get some
day. Craps, and all the money he wanted
for which to play.
do you play on the table?" Mrs. simp-
son inquired.
Gee, nav. Table amt no use. De floor .
1.-The f1oor?" she asked in surprise. what
on the carpet?"
NAV; carpet amt no use, neder. De
bare floor, SO de dice III turn" he explained.
The two then retired to the library,
where the floors were bare, oiled, and
smooth as glass. will this do?" she ask
ed him.
'Hully gee! but dis is great"
The rugs were pulled aside and the tables
removed, and Mrs. Simpson began to take
her first lessons in craps.
It happened on that particular night that
Simpson found the club deserted. He smok-
ed a cigar or two yawned as of old, and de-
cided to return home and retire early. He
went straight to where he supposed his
young bride was waiting anxiously, expect
ing to be complimented by her for his early
return He was surprised as he entered
the hall to hear strange voices up stairs.
"Bess has got company" he muttered.
"Wish I'd staid at the club Horrid nui-
sance. Think I'll go to bed and surprise
her."
And he quietly stole to his room, which
was just over the library.
He tried to sleep, but the jingle of the
coin on the oak floor below disturbed him.
1t was accompanied by strange voice.
not unlike a womans calling, IT faid yer
for two bits"
Simpson was mystif1ed. He heard some
thing roll across the floor and the voice
again shouting:
"Ate, come ate!'
The rolling noise was repeated and the
voice again:
"Ate got it,
Then his wife's musical voice came to
him with words that sounded like flour
bits" and again the Jingle of the coin on
the floor, with the remark Of the strange
voice:
IT got yer; shoot"
Simpson was frightened. His. wife had
surely gone crazy. He hastily donned his
stairs and listened at the door Of the IL
brary. But the voices inside never ceased
their mysterious calling:
Come seven-come eleven-I faid yer
come little Joe-come Phoebe-come big
Dtck!"
The coin kept on its incessant jingliug
and his wife continued to laugh.
He opened the door. The sight that met
his eyes would have made him a bachelor
for life had he encountered 1t before his
marriage. There was his bride, attired In
evening dress on her knees on the floor,
swapping her fingers with all the energy
capable by SO delicate little woman and
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