The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-06-22


The young people who have just
rented Frankland Cottage? No, but
my brother, George, knows Mr.. Win
ston."
"Ah!" sighed Mrs. Carroll, "how lit
tie young folks dream what's in store
they'd all stay single, that's my opin-
ion.'
What do you mean?" demanded
Mrs. Murrell.
Don't you know?'
81 can't possibly imagine what you're
talking about"
well, Mr.. Winston has left his wife,
and she is there at home singing opera
songs TO other gentlemen, and the
young couple don't even correspond.
| believe people think she has discov-
cred that he cares more for 'Melia Ray
mond, his old sweetheart, than he ever
did for her. Amelia has an aunt in
Boston, and shouldn't wonder il he
has gone there for the express purpose
Of meeting her"
you don't tell me sol" cried Mrs.
Maj. Murrell, and away she went, the
moment Mrs. Carroll and taken her
leave, to see what old Mrs. Ginger
thought about 1t.
Have you heard the sad news about
the Winstons?" she asked, untying her
hat strings, and tanning herself vio-
lently.
mo; what is it?" asked Mrs. Ginger,
pricking up her ears like an ancient
war horse at the sound of artillery.
why he has left her and gone to
Boston to meet his old sweetheart,
Amelia Raymond, and she is practic-
ing for the opera-she always had
good voice you know-with lots OF for
eign gentlemen at her house. 1t is
very imprudent of her, under the cir
cumstances you know what Agnes
Brown always was. Maj. Burrell al
ways said that Frank Winston would
never make a steady husband"
well, never!" cried Mrs. Ginger.
II shall see her aunt at the sewing cir
Gle this afternoon, and | mean to ask
her If It is true"
"Oh, there's no mistake about it,"
said Mrs. Murrell, eagerly. 81 had it
from the very best authority"
Yet the good woman really believed
what she said. There is no accounting
for the glamour that female tongues
will cast about female when once the
evil spirit of gossip is abroad.
Pooh! stuff and nonsense" said
Brother George, a good-looking young
attorney. when his sister impaired to
him the dreadful tidings" which we're
now in brisk circulation. II don't be-
lieve a word of it,"
ITS all true, nevertheless" asserted
Mrs. Murrell.
why, I've been there again and
again since the wedding, and they are
the most devoted couple | ever saw"
"Ah!" sigherd Mrs. Murrell. there
is always something wrong where you
see 30 much outward show. I'm sorry
for them, very!"
George Wrexham pulled his mus
tache in sore perplexity, and when the
rumor reached him for the third time,
he walked straight to the telegraph Of
fee and sent off a brief message:
ITO F. Winston, Esq, Parker House,
Boston: What's this people are say
Ing about you and your wife? Better
come home and see about it?
George Wrexham."
Aunt Barbara Brindale, at the sew
ing circle, heard the tidings with in
credulous astonishment.
Our Agness parted from her hus-
band and going on the stage!" she
"Fiddlesticks! a likely story, indeed!"
But, nevertheless, Aunt Barbara
rolled up her sewing half an hour ear
lier than usual, and went to Frank
land cottage, to see what on earth it
all meant.
Agnes Winston welcomed the Lld
lady with bright smile-evidently no
serpent had as yet stung away her do
mestic peace.
my dear" said Aunt Barbara Brin-
dale, when is Frank coming back?"
Day after tomorrow, l suppose"
said Agnes innocently. "Why?"
"And-and is Miss Raymond to ac-
company him?" asked the cid lady,
somewhat hssitatingly.
Agnes opened her soft blue eyes.
Miss Raymond? Why should she?'
Because people say they are there
together. my dear" blurted out Aunt
Barbara, feeling herself grow very hot
and uncomfortable.
People tell a wicked. dastardly
falsehood. then!" cried Agnes. stamp
ing her tiny foot passionately upon the