The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1905-10-11
SATURDAY
TO MONDAY
By A. M. DAWES OGDEN
Conyrisht. 1905. M A M D.,,e, OGDEN
copyish,. 1905. by A. Nj. DAVE, Ogden

stare at her husband in diSmay that
was almost tragic.
whatever in the world am to do!"
she demanded. You know when Mar
ion landed ON Thursday | wrote her
that she simply must come to us for
Sunday, and now here's telegram
from Harris Rogers saying that he
will be ont tonight too. Luckily they
have not selected the same train But
what am | TO do With them?"
Her husband. glancing abstractedly
over his paper wrinkled his brow
well, what of it," he asked. Did
not you want some man for Marion?"
'.of course" impatiently. Il did ask
Dick PerciNal, but he couldn't come.
However, Harry Rogers is here, SO l
knew | could depend on him. He adj
mires Marion tremendously. But Iar-
ris! Don't you realize that it is hardly
six months since his engagement to
Marion was broken OFF? 1t was Just
after that she went abroad"
Mr.. Ferris whistled "Oh, the deucel"
he calculated. $50 IT is. l forgot
Isn't it awful?" gasped his wife.
"Of course I've always told Harris
that all he ever had to do WAS just to
telegraph that he was coming but
then | never could have imagined any
thing SO terrible MS this. And | don't
know why the engagement was bro
ken. and | don't care. I'm fond of
them both But how ever can | explain
his coming To Marion! She'll always
believe that l did II on purpose" de
spairingly She'll never forgive me-"
Mr.. Ferris. duly impressed by the
gravity of the crisis. laid down his
paper
Il will tell you what we must do
then,' he began slowly we shall have
to devote ourselves To them SO thor
oughly that they never will be left
alone together for a moment | will
have Marion ON my mind tonight and
you take Harris. Then tomorrow we
can switch off SO that II Won't seem so
apparent That ought TO work pretty
we'll" he declared Frightening up.
"And after all it's only for two even
ings and n day"
Mrs. Ferris, resigniug herself to the
inevitable, essaycd smile.
We'll" she said stoically. its the
best we can do. We'll try"
Dinner, however. was not Il success,
Despite the best efforts of host and
hostess conversation langushcd AMI
constramt was In the air With the pc
culiar fatality that so often attends
made to order talk the subjects touch
| .,I IA.
tune that could have been mentioned,
ranging from unhappy marriage to dI-
vorce ana from an excuse for incon-
staney TO a reason for deceit. while
In the hanGman's house never speak OF
the rope" says pr0Verb. But some
how the rope always will obtrude 1T
self. by the time the four had return
ed To the drawing room Mrs. Ferris
was In n state of nervous tension al
most beyond endurance.
quiet game of bridge somewhat
restored her equanmity. Conversation
over the card table was necessarily
limited. And so the evening passed.
But | could see That poor Marion
was bored to death" admitted Mrs
Ferris to her husband when ut last the
guests were safely ensconeed IN their
own rooms. "Shc hates cards. And as
for me, ! never knew whether | was
playing spades or without. But what
else was there to do? She was dread
fully upset when told her Harris was
coming She flushed all up, though she
tried to murmur something about
please not minding 1t seems she
hasn't seen him since the day OF their
quarrel. SO of course II was awkward
for her. What shall we do all tomor-
row." dlstractedly. and If 1t rains"
But 1t did not rain The sun, climb
ing gayly over the tree tops, brought
with him perfect day of blue and
gold. The morning was safely got
through with at church, and after II
leisurely stroll home it was time for
luncheon. The Kobinsons from across
the road, the Burnhams from down
the river and one or two others dropped
In for the midday meal. Harry Rob
inson greeted Miss Trevor with I'M
concealed joy.
81 didn't know that you were In this
country" he exclaimed The girl
laughed
IL am going home tomorrow" she
explained, but Mrs. Ferris wouldn't
hear of my leaving without giving her
n day first. And so here | am"
And 50 the gods are kind" supple
mented young Robinson. Il say, don't
you want to come out on the river with
me? 1t would be heavenly and cool.
Do come" urgently.
"NowT asked the girl doubtfully.
She glanced about the table. Lunch
con was nearly over, and the men had
begun to puff comfortably Mt their
pipes and cigarettes Harris Rogers,
an eager light In his brown eyes, was
leaning forward talking earnestly TO
Murlel Heath, who smllngly and
daintily In the freshest OF musllns re-
garded him with an amused smile.
Miss Trevor's mouth frightened Then
she turned to Robinson.
Come along" she said quickly. I'D
love to-"
Mrs. Ferris, watching their depar-
ture, drew deep breath of relief. That
disposed OF Marion for awhile at least
And when, after the other guests had
taken their leave, Harris announced
his intention OF taking brisk walk
Mrs. Ferris spirits leaped upward.
She and Bob could save part of their
day Catching up a trowel, she has
tened into the garden after her bus.
band. Their Sundays were very pre-.
cious TO them.
1t was late when they re-entered the
/ hnnGa Mra EorrtG hat hanId a
by despite the gardening gloves she
essayed to wear and which usually re.
posed on the nearest bush, fed up
stairs to make hasty toilet. On pass
Ing she cast glance about the girls
room. Empty. Downstairs the front
door slammed. Then again 1t opened