Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-11-09
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4 'SoS She watched him as she
handed his cup.
aYes. I hate to go, but it's a
case Of must. p
Slang againl Harold, dear,
why viii you interlard your CONVEX
sation with. slang.2"
Ii 81 expect to make a killing, er-
that is to say, 7 have deal on' M a.
Here he SGT red, eoughed, reach
ed out his hand and added: , .
Another lump Of sugar, please.
I expect to make neat sum in St.
Louis if I get there in time Monday
morning. Oats, you know. I got
a line on twenty carloads Of"
| Here the doorbell rang and Mrs.
Caughen, with unusual feryor,
waved aside the maid and went to
the door.
"a new cloak I bought today"
she explained when she returned to
the table. t
But it wasn't. It was a note for
Caughen, which she signed for and
poked into her deep pocket. When
Harold was asleep, she got it out
and read:
Dear Old Chunks Pm of tonight with Made.
line. If you can't come on Sunday with, the
Nurse, send some other good fellow with bunch
of money and plenty of nerve. seen the Nurse
today, She's plump as an August quail and
prettier than ever: She IL like the game better
when she sees Madeline is here too. They're used
to each other, and if we don't make them st.
Louis sports look sick Pll eat your winter under
wear. Keep the spiel dark Chunks, or well never
land. Yours, 80. GLFFHEY.
If Mrs. Caughen had been like
other, women she would have made
a scene when she read this disgrace
full letter, but Jane was above the
ordinary weaknesses Of woman and
scorned scenes. Therefore she said
nothing and waited for develop
ments. On Sunday night Harold,
as he had threatened, left home for
st., Louis. He had hardly gone
when she began to pack her trunk
and burn the old love letters that
Harold nobody else) had written
to her in the old days when she be-
ieved in him.
On Wednesday morning she got
a letter from him inclosing draft
for $500.
This is part Of the profits Of my venture. ]
want you to buy something for yourself. Don't
stint yourself. I hope to make three times as
much before I'm through. III be home as soon
as can break away.
He got home Friday morning. A |
salutatory ring of the bell brought
10 answer, and he let himself in !
with his latchkey. The house had |
a musty smell as if it had been
closed for weeks: The maid was
gone. The cockroaehes zigzagged
across the kitchen floor and the
lowered shades gave the rooms a
gloomy, almost a sepulchral look.
He wandered from room to room,
wondering at the clatter of his own
footballs. Pinned to his pillow he
found letter in his wife's hand
writing: +
Mr. Caughen-or Chunks, if you prefer It'll
have left you permanently The day called att
auditor of your self conviction. Il know all about
your escapade with your trained nrrse'S and
Madeline have tried to overlook your natural
and evidently uncomfortable vulgarfty, but your
latest adventure merits nothing but the shackles3
of a felon. received the $500 which you senvI
meas peace offering, l suppose. AS soon as
am settled I shall get divorce. ! despise-
Harold read no. further. Hell
grabbed a pen, and with his hearth
in his fingers wrote: s,'5 |.
Dear Jai1e-For Gods sake, pausel Trained
Nursesis horse-that is mare. So is Madeline
stable companions, you know went to st.
Louis to nake,a killing on her. She was entered
In the Mound City Stakes and trained to the hour.
Harold in his excitement was for
getting the injunction against slang. i
Gafney put me next, aadI went down there TO
get the post odds on q good thing. / know you
don't like gambling, but this wasn't gambling.
1t was q sure thing. cashed for 5000 on the
race The Nurse won galloping. and the first thing
| done LANE WINGED when she read .that] was 70
send you Eve hundred. For Gods sake
But why pry into the private cor
Of model married
souple like the Caughens? She
came back when she got ready, but
She kept the change" Chicago
Record Herald.
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