The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1905-10-27
SATURDAY
ITO MONDAY
By A. M. DAWES OGDEN
Copyright. 1905. by A. M. DAVE. Ogden
By A. M. DAWES OGDEN

\ rum tut ycliON pupeT sue uelu u
stare at her husband in n dismay that
was almost tragic.
"Whatever in the world am / to doY
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
VIII be out tonight too.' Luckily they
have not selected the same train. But
what am to do with them?"
Her husband, CHANGING abstractedly
oyer.his paper. wrinliled his brow.
'Well, what of it?' he asked. did
not you want some man for Marion?y
"Of course" impatiently. II did ask
Dick Percival, but he couldn't come
However. Harry Rogers is here, so
knew l could depend on him. He ad-
mires Marion tremendously. But Har-
ris. Don't you realize that it is hardly
six months since his engagement to
Marion was broken of? 1t was just
after that she went abroad"
Mr.. Ferris whistled. "Oh, the deucew
he calculated. 80 it is. l forgot"
isn't it awful?" Gasped his wife.
"Of course I've always told Harris
telegraph that he was coming, but
then | never could have imagined any
thing so terrible as this. And l 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 it on purpose" de-
spairingly shell 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" be begin slowly. I'VE shall have
to devote ourselves to them so thor
oughly that they never will be left
alone together for Il moment. | will
have Marion OH my mind tonight, and
you take Harris. Then tomorrow we
can switch Oft SO that it won't seem so
apparent. That ought to work pretty
WELL" he declared, Frightening up.
"And after all it's only for two even
ings and day
Mrs. Ferris, resigning herself to the
inevitable, essayed q smile,
WELL" she said stolcally, tits the
pest we 90 90. Wen try"
Dinner, however, was not a success.
Despite the best efforts of host and
hostess conversation languished and
constraint was in the air. With the pc
culiar fatality that so often attends
made to order talk the subjects touch
ed upon were usually the most inoppor-
tune that could have been mentioned,
ranging from unhappy marriage TO di-
vorce and from an excuse for incon-
stancy to a reason for deceit. while
in the hangman's house never speak Of
the rope says proverb. But some
how the rope always will obtrude it
self by the time the four had return
ed to the drawing room Mrs. Ferris
was in Il state of nervous tension al
most beyond endurance.
a quiet game of bridge somewhat
restored her equanimity. 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 ensconced in their
own rooms. "She hates cards. And rs
for me, | never knew whether l 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 1t was awkward
for her. What shall we do-all tomor-
row." distrnctediy. And II it rains"
But it 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 n
leisurely stroll home 1t was time for
luncheon. The Robinsons 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 UNI
concealed joy.
II didn't know that you wefc 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
a day first. And so here | am"
And 50 the gods are kind" supple
mented young Robinson. 81 say. don't
you want to come out on tho river with
me? 1t would be heavenly and cool
Do come" urgently.
"Now" asked the girl doubtfully
She glanced about the table. Lunch.
con was nearly over. and the men had
begun to puff comfortably at their
pipes and cigarettes. Harris Rogers.
an eager light in his brown eyes. was
leaning forward talking earnestly to
Muriel Heath. who smilfngly and
daintily in the freshest of muslins re-
garded him with an amused smile
Miss Trevor's mouth frightened. Then
she turned to Robinson