Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-19

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 FALL RIGHT, SUPPER IT Is.''
 gie Monahan, you ought to know there's no Brophy's At least none that I ever heard about.
 With my hand over the mouthpiece so that nobody. heard but Edward, ordered a supper fit for king-or a chorus girl! What didn't I order! Champagne, broiled lobster, crab meat, stuffed pimentoes, kirschkaffee everything I'd ever heard Beryl Blackburn tell about.
 Say, say" interrupted Edward coming out after me- That's enough of that stuff. Tell him to send in a Scotch and soda and-what-"
 For at that moment the connection was made and cut in sweetly with:
 Mrs. Edward Ramsay?-just a minute" ".
 Mag, you should have seen the mans face! It was red it was white; it was furious. it was frightened. put my hand moment over the mouthpiece and turned on him then "I've got her on the phone at Mrs. Gates house. Shall I tell your wife where you are, Edward? . Just moment. Mrs. Ramsay, hold the wire; some one wants to speak with you"
 You little devil!" His voice was thick with rage.
 "Yes, you called me that some time ago. but not in that tone. Quick, now-the door or Waiting, Mrs. Ramsay?"
 He moved toward the door.
 How'll I know you won't tell her when I'm gone?" he growled.
 "Mrerely by my saying that I won't" I answered, curtly. You're In no position to dictate terms;I am."
 But I could, without leaving the phone, latch the chain on the door behind him, leaving it half open. So he must have heard the rest.
 "Yes. Mrs. Ramsay, waiting" I croaked like the driest kind of hello- girl q was mistaken. It was mes sage left to be delivered to you-not some one wanting to speak with you. Who am I? Why. this is Central Here is the message: will be with you in half an hour. Signed Ed ward Yes, that's right thank you. Good night"
 I hung up. gave the door touch that shut it in his face and went back nto the dining-room to throw open the windows. The place smelled of alcohol; the moral atmosphere left behind by that bad old man sickened ne.
 leaned out and looked at the stars 1 and tried to think of something sweet md wholesome and strengthening.
 "Ah, Nance" I cried to myself with sob-I had pretended to take it tightly enough when he was here. but now-"if you had heard of girl who, ike yourself this evening. unexpect- .dly met two men she had known. and d1e good man ignored her and the bad me followed her-oh. Nancy-what ,ort of a girl would you think she vas at heart? What sort of hope ,ould you imagine her treasuring for Ter own future? And what sort of significance would you attach to-"
 And just then the bell rang again. This time I was sure it was you. And. O Maggie. I ran to the door fnr ha sattrh nf . he look in your eyes. was afraid O be alone with my own thoughts. vas afraid of the conclusion 70 which hey were leading me Maggie. if wer a girl needed comfort and en- ouragement and heart sning. did hen.
 And I got it. dear.
 For there was a man at the door. with a great basket of szeleas-pale innocent thinrs-snd a letter for ne. Here 1t is. Let me read it to you: MY DEAR MISS OMAR:
 once on a time there was a Luckiess Pot, marred in the making, that had the luck Co be of service to a Pipkin-
 II was a ssucy PipkiH. though a very winning one. and il had all the health and strength the poor Pot lacked physically. Marally-msraIly that young Plpkin was in most unwholesorne con- citlon- Already Us fair. smooth surface was scratched and fouled. It was un- mindful Of the treasure of good it con- tainsd, and It's responsibility 10 keep that good intact. And it seemed destined 10 crash Eself 10 pieces among pots Of baser metal
 What the Luckless Pot did was little being ignorant of the art by which dia- inonds may be attained easily and hon ssfIv-hur il gave rhe little Ptpkfn a
 What ihe PipkiE did with that chance the Pot learned tonight. with such pleasure and satisfaction as made it inl- possible for him not to share it with her. So whEs he sent Burnett out 10 the conservatory to cut azaless. De wrote her a note rB try 10 convey fO her What he felt when in that nicely polished. neatly decorated and self-respecfinE Yes eel on exhshz-iuu fin Mrs. Gates red room he recognized the poor little P-pkin of other days
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