Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1903-03-04
A Love Story For
the Married.

uDtCu fuuSOull
won't have the old cat in the house
so there! I'm master here, kindly re-
member"
"And I am mistressr' retorted Celia.
$50 Aunt Clarissa shall come and"
"What?"
"And when she does I-I-shall tell
her that-how unllind you are--and-
and ask her to take me away" con-
tinued Celia in 4 faltering voice, un-
needing his interruption. IL never
want to see YOU again-I hate your
ooh, very we'll then" vancourt rose
with as much dignity as he could as
sumo. "As such is the case, and since
I am not allowed to be master Of my
own house, we had better separate
amicably. I, for one, shall be very
pleased to be freed from q nagging
woman
"And I, from a-brute"
"That is q question of opinion" re-
marked Vanconrt easily. ~ have been
asked by Carstairs to go for cruise,
and rs his yacht leaves Southampton
the day after tomorrow 1 may rs well
so with him until have decided what
I will do. OF course, shall leave you
the house-I will clear out" He
crossed the room to the door, adding,
rs he opened it, "There will be enough
money paid into your account to sat
isfy your requirements" Then, with
out awaiting reply, he closed the
door behind him, Celia gazing half dis
consolately, half defiantly, ut the va
can't chair OH the other side of the
table.
Yancourt had not been gone long be-
fore he returned, dressed in fOultless
style, Raglan over his arm and a
bowler in his hand.
"Wcll, I'll say goodby," he said light
ly, extending his hand to his wife.
"I've told Job to pack up my duds
and to bring them to me at the Carlton.
I Shall be stopping there till tomorrow
morning. when shall leave for South-
ampton." >,.s;.l
II see"
Eve shall be cruising about the
Mediterranean for about two months" F"
he continued, cycling his wife covertly
rs lie spoke. AFTER which 1 may go
to South Africa for few months to
do some big game shooting"
"You will enjoy yourself, hope"
said Celia, placing her slim hand in
his. "Of course, if we ever meet in
society we need not be dead cuts, need
we, Leonardo"
Her deep blue eyes were raised al
most wistfully to his.
"Of course not" he said, with a
strained laugh, as, pressing her cold
hand to his, he went toward the door.
Addio. little woman; it Is q pity that
We should 90 our several ways, don't
you think so?'
"Yes, it is! Goodby." Her voice
faded away into q whisper. adding
quaveringly to herself as the door
closed behind her husband, "he might
have kissed me before he went. I
don't think that-he minded leaving
me, and I-I-oh, / don't carep' she
cried angrily, dashing away the tears
which had gathered on her lashes. IF
he had tried to kiss me, I'd have
slapped his face for him! I hate
Leonard, and now that 1 am free l
shall be as happy as"
The harsh clang Of the hall door
below caused her to stop abruptly.
Tor q moment Celia stood silent, then,
sinking onto q sofa, she buried her
fluffy head amid bevy Of cushions,
and cried as if her heart would break.
"He's gonew she muttered in q
strangled voice, broken by sobs. "And
I madc-sure that he would come
back"
Meanwhile, outside in the street,
Leonard Yancourt hailed hanson,
and, stepping into 1t, was soon bowling
in the direction Of the Carlton. II am
afraid that I have made fool Of my
SELF" he soliloQuized. II made sure
that she would have stopped me before
I left the house; Of course, It's all most
unearthly rot 10 think for a moment
that could live without my little
Celia. A day would be bad enough.
but two months-I have half mind to
turn back and say that was only
blufing, only I should look such an
ass if 1 did. I might have kissed her
before I left, though! Poor little
grille, she half raised her face to mine
when 1 said goodbye and-oh, I am
going to chuck this FOOLS game and
shall todale back, and she can stodge
me with gil eggs and salt bacon as
much as jolly we'll likes If she will
only take OH again. Cabby, L"
His sent, was never finished, for,
as he push, zen the trapdoor above
his head tn le of brewers dray
crashed into side Of the hanson.
When Leonard Vancourt came to his
senses it was to find himself swathcd
in bandages lying In bed In darkened
and familiar room, while curlcd up be-
side him on the immaculate counter
pane sat Celia, her slim fingers cooling
his fcvercd brow.
"Hullo, grille" he exclaimed. with 4
weak attempt at hilarity. II haven't
gone after all, you see"
care you sorry, Len, that such Is not
the case?" she Queried gently, nesting
her tear-staincd cheek against his.
"Would you mind, dearest-I mean
Cclia-if I said that was glad?" lie
asked, slowly.
mind: Oh, Len, you are the dearest
boy in-- II inc -w0rId!' snt cried, i'm.
pulsively. II thought that you would
haye come back. but when 1 found
that you did not l just sat down and
wrote to the Carlton to ask you to