The suburban citizen., 1902-06-07

ING LONG ENOUGH, WILL ORDER
OUR ROOM"
thought in those days that had mar
ried termagant"
who made me one? You-nobody
but you. My-my mother"
"Never mind dragging her in. If
her daughter were half as amiable as
she is I wouldn't be leading such a
dogs life"
Mr.. Wilson seemed to have had the
last word, and although the pair spoke
once or twice In an undertone, the at
tentive waiter had no further parley
to report to the head clerk.
But the quarrel was resumed in the
elevator, where they snapped and
snarled in such a vicious fashion that
the boy related it at the desk. where
he was told to look out for concealed
weapons and to report any loud talk
ing he might overhear in the apart
nlents Of the new guests.
I'VE don't want any coroner's in
quest here" said the clerk. Just
keep tab on them, and If you see any
thing suspicious let me know"
Nothing was reported, however, un-
til late in the evening after the return
of the couple from the theatre. They
had been talking loudly and disagree
ably when they went out, but had re-
turned in a more peaceable mood, al
though looking daggers at each other
as they went up in the elevator. \
call for ice water was responded to by
a bell-boy, who came down from their
room with eyes popping from his
head.
"Therell be another murder done
in this house, sure" he exclaimed.
Them two hev got it in for one'a'.
mother, for she called him a ruffyan
an he said take that back or yer life
will pay tn forfeet An they jist
glared at themselves like catamounts."
The clerk sent for the landlord. II
think we should look into this" he
said. "The couple in parlor &c have
been fighting ever since they came
into the house. We don't want an
other tragedy"
"Who are theyT asked the land
lord
"Nice-looking people-young, too
but engaged in the worst row you
ever heard"
Married."
"Oh, yes, they're man and wife all
right-looking for a divorce, l should
say But therell be mischief done il
you don't interfere and settle their
quarrel for them or find out what it's
about"
"Tll go up and see them" said the
landlord, "and you might as well come
along as a witness. and bring the boy
he may have to tell what he heard.
Come on"
Arrived opposite parlor 20, the land
lord and his suite, reinforced by sew
eral curious guests and a few cham
bermaids, stopped TO reconnoiter. All
was SILENT and the party looked at
each other with gloomy forebodings
of having arrived too late. No quarrel
was in progress, but instead peals Of
glrlish laughter saluted their listening
ears, accompanied by series Of mas
culine ha-ha's and n festive bass voice
saying:
"Such lark. Nellie! 1 never would
have believed it possible. never had
so much fun in my life. why, you
looked like a little savage"
"Oh, you should lave seen yourselfl
Why, Clarence. dear, there was ma.
lignant hatred in your face every time
you spoke to me. l hope we didn't
overdo It, You called me a terma-
CANT"
"Yes, dear, but you called me a
wretchw
Here there was sound so suggestive
of n tender reconciliation-an explosive
kiss-that the landlord deemed it ex-
pedient to beat hasty retreat with
his accumulated forces. But not be-
fore they had heard through the pan
els a sweet cooling voice in the triumph
ant remark:
"And not a soul of them will ever
dream that We are just married and
on our wedding trip."-Mrs. NJ L.
Rayne, in the Chicago Record-Herald