The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1905-01-27
HER PREMoNITIoN.

Mrs. Gamnel dreamed horrible
dreams that morning. When she awoke
it was with the oppressive feeling that
something dreadful was about TO hap.
pen.
People always have premonitions, 81
she told her husband solemnly, "and
I'VE got one to-day"
'Treat it kindly" he responded flip
PANTY, land don't overfeed it. You
might put Fido's old collar on it and
chain it up to the parlor mantel."
Mrs. GammePs solemnity did not re
lax. 1t merely melted into pity, in view
of the fact that whatever dark cloud
was lowering over them might over
Whelln her husband before the day was
done. She wanted nothing to reproach
her conscience. Il wish you'd stay al
home to-day she said when the bade
her good-by. $50 many horrible things
might happen to you down town.
It know it, agreed the incorrigible
CANNED. I'm likely to run into a man
with a bill at any corner And he de
parted, whistling. 49,,
Mrs. CANNED watched him from the
window with tears in her eyes. What
if -. Then she sunk down on the
couch and wept a little. a
She knew that this snlothering feeling
of calamity meant something. Why
should she have feakened with not only
the fear hut the conviction that disas-
ter of some sort was close at hand? OF
course, it might have nothing to do with
George he was always lucky. Possibly
it was herself; she had often read that
before sudden death the doomed one
felt fate closing in. She wondered if il
would wreck Georges life. She wept a
little more. But her tears dried sud
denly at the next thought-would he
marry again? She gazed at all her
pretty furniture and rugs and a little
flash of hostility came into her eyes al
the idea of another woman in possession
of them.
Then shrek from the kitchen sent
her flying hither with the wild thought
that it had surely come and that the
cook was the victim. However, Molly
was not in flames or otherwise the toy
of fate. She explained excitedly that
she had seen d mouse.
Mrs. CANNED, much shaken, with.
drew. She wandered from room tc
room, trying to calm her nerves. She
could not get rid of her premonition
AS she gaZed out of the window hel
heart stopped beating for second as g
Ilittle boy ran in front of a speeding att-
tomobile, which missed him by an inch
Actually faint, she sat down. And ther
in despair she got lip, dressed and wen
to market.
Coming toward her down the stree
| she saw her sister, who waved madly
land started to run. Mrs. CANINE
| steadied herself with one hand on {
lamppost as her blood CONCEALED. Here
at last-the appearance of Mile at this
hour meant only trouble of some sor
and it must be dire, Judging from Mil.
| lies haste. The children must be dead
her mother perhaps had fallen dowr
stairs; Tom had failed in business
Mrs. CANNED was gasping as Millit
reached her side.
IT just couldn't waltz Millie cried
triumphantly. fWhat do you think
Toms got to go to Europe and he's tt
| take me-
"Indeed?" said Mrs. CANNED, coldly
when her breath had come back. Sht
felt strangely frritated at Mile.
After luncheon she confided her antic.
| ipatory woes to her sister, who was
more impressed than CANNED had been
Both shrieked when a telegram came
at five o'clock. "George!" Mrs. CANINE
gasped. "a nlanhoIe has blown up, OF
he has fallen down the elevator shaft
-- Her hand shook so that she hat
difficulty in reaching the message
which was to the effect that he would
not be home for dinner.
The reaction gave her a headache ant
| the smelling salts We're necessary Sh,
had no appetite for dinner. In the even
| ing commotion in the hall of the fla
building sent her bounding from the Ii
| brary couch with herhand to her hear
that was it., the building was proba
bly, on fire! 1t proved to be a tenan
calling down to the janitor.
| When CANNED came home at tel
o'clock he was startled at the pale
woebegone wife before hi mand in spit
of himself his mind instantly reverted
to her premonition Of the morning.
What happened?" he cried anxious
ly. why didn't you telephone me
What is it,"
"N-n-nothing happened" said Mrs
Gammel, withsa flood Of half angr.
tears, f'T-th-that's 1-just the trouble!'
| --Chicago News.