The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1906-02-08

| out what business detained George in
the evenings, and the photo slipped out
of cunning little pocket in the cover u
And you did find a clew?" inquired
Mrs. Glanvill, eagerly.
I NO, had just commenced looking.
It is a sort of memorandum diary, /
believe"
In that case the last weeks entries
might afford some information" sug-
geSted Mrs. Glanvill.
Mrs. Syblett opened the book and
glanced over the last written page.
There's something here about 'auc-
tion,' and Foster & Co.. and CON
signment,' and some figures. I'm sure
I can't make out what it all means.
And here Mrs. Syblett's eyes be-
came fixed very intently on the page
lust look over this-do, Pollie."
Mrs. Glanvill read aloud:
"Mem.-Foster & Co.-consignment-
see Fanny-jewelers-Ch. Sup'r-I.
Cr."
"What:' cried Mrs. Syblett, starting
upright on the lounge. "See Fanny
Oh, the deceiver! Who would ever
have thought it?"
'No doubt" said Pollie, her eyes
cleaning with triumph, rs she held up
the photo, mo doubt we've at last got
clew. This is Fanny, and-I de-
clarew glancing again at the book; "the
date is the fifteenth-this very day!
why, it must be to see her that he
has goner'
Mrs. Syblett gave a hysterical sob,
ending in a suppressed scream.
Don't worry yourself about it,,
Emma, I beseech you," said her friend,
bathing her hands and forehead with
cologne water. cts just like the rest
of the men. Not one of them to be
trusted. I've always said so; and I
pity you-indeed I do!'
"Oh! the s.Z. deceitful nypocrite!"
gasped Emma. ITO neglect his own
wife, and pay attention to a creature
like that!'
And making l'er presents CT jew
elry," sneered Pollie:
And the Ca. SuI'r.'-Wnat c:in that
mean?"
"Why, champagne supper. ce course:
Anyone can SEQ that. And the I. Cr.'-
some letters I can't make out, but it
looks like ice cream"
The wretch" cried Mrs. Syblett. in
6ignantly. '"To think of his spending
his money in that way, at the very
time that he assured me he couldn't
afford to get me that basket phaeton
and pony that I've been longing for.
He's richer than Eva's husband, and
she has a pony phaeton. There never
was any wife 50 i'll used as am"'
Indeed, dear, you must have the
weakest and most patient Of disposi-
tons to submit to it. l. couldn't be
such an angel"
II won't bear it any longer" cried
Mrs. Syblett, in sudden Indignation.
"I'll leave him. I'll so home to ma.
ana LII get q QlFOfcS.
NO one could blame you. I'm sure"
said her friend, sympathetically. "Only
do you think that your husband will
let you 80 if he knows OF it:'
He sha'n't prevent NE. I'll go now
this very nightw exclaimed Mrs.
Syblett, desperately.
Mrs. Glanvill strongly approved of
this resolution. She had never for
given George Syblett for marrying
Emma instead Of herself: and it was
balm to her feelings to think of such
a punishment Detailing him.
At 8 o'clock precisely Mr.. Syblett let
himself in at the front door. He
paused in surprise at the sight which
greeted him.
Three or four trunks stood piled in
the hall, with multitude Of smaller
packages. Mrs. Sybiett, in her hat
and cloak, stood at the drawing room
door, with Bridget close by. They were
waiting for a cab. Mrs. Glanvill, on
hearing the masculine step, fed into
back room, out Of sight, but not out
of hearing.
"Why, Emma, what on earth does
all this mean? What has lappened:"
questioned be, in an alarmed tone.
What has happened?" repeated Mrs.
Syblett, with a great effort to be calm
and majestic in the dignity of injured
innocence. 81 great deal has hap
pened My eyes have been opened to
what I was simple and confding
enough never before to have suspected.
I have discovered that the man whom
I called husband is a base, deceiving
hypocrite!''
Here she prematurely broke down,
and gave a convulsive sob, while
Bridget muttered:
Sure, that's good for the likes O.
him"'
Emma, what can you mean? What
is the matter? I don't in the least un-
derStand it"
'Oh. of course not! You don't know
anything at all about it"' Mrs. Syb-
lett. in her nervous excitement, had
entirely lost her assumed dignity. "You
thought I never heard of-of that crea-
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