The Lamar register., 1905-12-27
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Heaven knows why we look SEQ
field along on that camping expedition
rather than any of the other young
bachelors in town, unless because he
was a powerful swimmer, an excellent
angler, the possessor of a good voice
and could pick a guitar. Collectively
they made up for the lack of wife.
you understand. Nor do l know why
1 should have been the only one of
the party whose suspicious were
aroused by Scofield's attentions to
Mrs. Simpson. Maybe it was because
I understood his sullen. melancholy
moods better than the rest. AT any
rate. that strange look. which Gre
into his eyes occasionally at night as
he sat gazing across the blazing camp
fire at Mrs. Simpson, put me ill at
ease. 1t was not the same look of ad-
miration which most of us men cast
in her direction. There was more to
1t. Scofield would so far forget his
surroundings that he had to be spo-
ken to twice before he heard, And
he seemed to take ferocious delight
in badgering poor little Simpson.
Simpson is a little iackass, there is
no denying that. But there is no
reason on earth why a man should
duck a woman's husband while they
are in bathing, not once, but again
and again, unless it be to show her
what jackass he really is.
So heavily did misgivings weigh
upon my mind that at last I men
toned the subject to my wife. who
has always been a sort of a mentor to
young Scofeld.
Cousin Henry in love with Laura!
why, George. he's no more in love
with her than the rest of you men. or
course. he's fond Of her. and likes to
bait her hook and row the boat while
she angles, and keep the fire roaring
when it's her time to cook. The
idea! Laura is perfectly safe.
never saw a woman more in love with
her husband, dear, unless. of course.
1t be your own wife"
Laura was safe! had had no
doubt of that before. But how about
Scofeld? My wife, as may be guess
ed. is champion Of her own sex. Ills
peculiar to the heart of man are
wholly without her ken. Perhaps
that is the reason | resolved IN the
future to keep all misgivings on the
subject cooped up in my own mind.
The next afternoon, while Scofed
and Mrs. Simpson were out shooting
at target in the woods, Mrs. Simp-
son was taken suddenly i'll and re-
turned alone to the camp. Some
thing she had eaten at breakfast had
disagreed with her. Some OF the
canned goods, she thought gave her
some little pills, which were never
known to do any one any good. and
we're never intended to. and sent her
to bed, giving strict orders for no one
to disturb her. Then | went off in the
woods by myself
1t was quite by accident that I ran
across Scofield two miles from camp.
sitting on leg. with detected mien.
His clothing was disordercd. and 'is
face and hands were scratched by
brambles.
See, here. Scofield.' said. where
did you buy those canned peaches we
ate for breakfast"
"Where?" a look of perplexity crept
into his face.
Yes; Mrs. Simpson is down there
at camp now. suffering from somo
thing she ate this morning"
have never seen such look or re-
lief spread over mans countcnance
as at the sound Of those words.
"George-George." he gulped. did
she say it was the peaches?'
Peaches or pickles. one; it must
have been the peaches"
Next morning Mrs. Simpson was