Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-06-11
CHAPTER u.-tContinued.,
BY AMY MILLER

fHAF1 EN- IL SohNihoSeA-J
Wis was perfectly satisfied with the
orraneement, as she would have been
With ANYTHING. She had never felt SO
happy in her life. and she must have
boe,i the most exaeting of brides to have
o,,en Glanced at the shadow lurking in
.ba background, when such a devoted
and adoring bridegroom as Jocelyn was
nv her side. There was even charm in
feeling that all around them throbbed
The varied life of the mighty city 1t
was like being alone together IN vast
wilderness. He had almost as little part
as She in its glories and its shames, its
merry making and its miseTies, she
thought. Some glimpse OF its wonders
she would have, with him tc share, and
tben-the journey over the sea to the
strange country which was home" to her
now. because it was his.
They dined rather early, and then
,1ocelyn turned with some natural re-
luctauee to some businesslike-looking let
ters that had been waiting for him.
Nothing of much importance, 1 eX-
pect." he said. still, | must glance over
them
One or two were put aside at once.
Another arrested his attention, and was
read carefully.
Il shall have to go out, Wis" he re-
marked. "This must be seen to at once"
You won't be long, Jocelyn?" she
asked. wistfully.
What question to ask mel" he an.
swered, laughing tenderly. Il shall not
be gone more than half an hour, hope
/ wish / need not go at all''
Of course it was childish and absurd
hut she hated to let him go. She watched
him go down the steps, and out into the
dark, rairy street. The brightness of
the morning had been 1eeting.
Not till after he was out of sight did
she return to the cheerful sitting room
1t was we'll furnished and we'll kept, and
tokens of his thoughtfulness were every
where Fresh flowers, books, papers,
new music. She sat down by the fire.
side, wondering if any girl, since the
world began, ever had such an adorable
husband as her Jocelyn. She recalled
fondly hundred trilling things looks,
tonea, slight actions of his, each one of
which revealed his love and chivalry
The time went slowly by without him.
She had scarcely slept the previous
night, and the day had been one of ex-
element and some fatigue, of which she
had scarcely been conscious. The warmth
and quiet, even the gentle patter of the
rain upon the windows, combined to hull
her senses to forgetfulness. Her eyelids
dropped over her violet eyes, and she
sank to sleep.
What really awakened her she never
knew, but She started up suddenly, in
kind of fear or horror, with her hus-
bands name upon her lips.
She glanced around the unfamiliar
room in the confusion of such a waking,
and her eyes, as full consciousness re-
turned, fell upon the clock.
The hands pointed to 10. She had been
asleep for more than two hours, and
Jocelyn had not come back. A most un-
reasonable panic seized her, and she had
10 summon all her common sense to bat
lie with it.
Jocelyn had been detained. 1t was
simple enough! He would soon be back
again.
She waited for half an hour longer,
struggling with the horrible restlessness
and the alarm that was upon her. Then
She went out to the hall door, to look
up and down the rainy street in sick
suspense. Once tall figure, that looked
like him, approached, and the tears of
disappointment and increasing fear start.
ed to her eyes when she saw it was not
he
At last, the maid servant came up
from the basement, candle in hand
Il was watching for Mr. Carew ex-
pected him in a long while ago" said
wis, feeling it relief to speak to some
che.
The Tired maid was too sleepy to take
much notice of her agitation.
"Alissis went to bed some time ago"
She remarked. "Would you be kind
enough to ask the gentlemen to bolt the
door, ma'am, when he comes in, and turn
out the gas?"
Such matter of fact details struck
oddly on the ears of wis, wrought up to
q state of nervous apprehension but she
answered Yes" mechanically, and as
mechanically returned the maids Good
night"
1t was past II now Where could
Jocelyn be? She did not even know the
nature of the business which had taken
hlm out. She had not an idea of his
destination. She could do nothing but
wait, though the impulse was upon her
TO go out into the streets and search fer
him-to go anywhere, do anything
father than endure the slow torture of
waiting.
Yet in that slow torture, growing more
terrible every hour, the hours of night
went by. For Jocelyn did not return.
ne morning found his bride, wild-eyed
and haggard, waiting still.
CHAPTER III.
AURI0L WINCHESTER.
1t really seems most unaecountaIlc,