The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-01-24

came nXeu very lntently on tne page
"just look over this-do, Pollle."
Mrs. GlanvIll read aloud:
"Mem.-Foster & Co.--consignment-
see Fanny-jewelers-C SUPPL.
| Cr."
"WhatT cried Mrs. Syblett, starting
upright on the lounge. "See Fanny :?
oh, the decelver. Who would ever
have thought it?'
mo doubt" said Pollie, her eyes
cleaning with triumph as she held up
the photo, ''no 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 dayl
Why, it must be to see her that he
has goner'
Mrs. Syblett gave q hysterical sob,
ending in a suppressed scream.
| "Don't worry yourself about it,
Emma, 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 1
pity you-indeed 1 dor
"Ohl the ST.. deceitful hypocritew
gasped emma "To neglect his own
wife, and pay attention to a creature
| like that"
"And making Ter presents of jew
elry," sneered Polite.
And the 'Ch. Sup'r.'-what can that
mean?"
"Why, champagne supper, of course!
Anyone can SEE that. And the L. Cr.'-
some letters l can't make out, but it
looks like ice cream"
"The wretchw cried Mrs. Syblett. IN
dignantly. "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 so Ill used as 1 am!'
Indeed, dear, you must have the
weakest and most patient of dispos-
tions to submit to it. couldn't be
| such an angel"
81 won't bear it any longer" cried
Mrs. Syblett, in sudden indignation.
I'm leave him. I'll go home to ma,
and I'll get divorcew
"No one could blame you, I'm sure"
said her friend, sympathetically "Only
do you think that your husband will
let you go if he knows of it?"
"He sha'n't prevent me. I'll go now
this very night" 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 a multitude of smaller
packages. Mrs. Sybett, in her hat
and cloak. stood at the drawing room
door, with Bridget close by. They We're
waiting for cab. Mrs. Glanvill, on
hearing the masculine step, fled into
back room, out of sight, but not out
of hearing.
"Why, Emma, what on earth does
all this mean? What has happenedY'
questioned he, il an alarmed tone.
"What has hap aned?" repeated Mrs.
Syblett, with a great effort to be calm
and majestic in the dignity of injured
innocence. "a great deal has hap
pened. My eyes have been opened to
what I was simple and confiding
enough never before to have suspected.
have discovered that the man whom
called husband is a base, deceiving
hypocrite."
Here she prematurely broke down,
and gave convulslye sob, while
Bridget muttered:
"Sure, that's good for the likes O.
him"
Emma, what can you mean? What
is the matter? l don't in the least un-
derstand it,"
"Oh, of course notl You don't know
anything at all about it!' Mrs. Syb-
lett, in her nervous excitement, had
entirely lost her assumed dignity. "You
thought l never heard of-of that crea.
ture-Fanny! You thought you were
keeping it a secret from mev'
Mr.. Syblett's countenance changed
A sort of subdued and guilty express
sion came over ii.
How did you learn about Fanny
And don't see why your finding it out
should have excited you thus. If
kept a secret from you, it was only in
order TO-
do you hear that?" exclaimed Mrs
Syblett, tragically, to the universe IN
general. HE confesses and without O
blushv
"Well. niver!" burst forth Bridget
Indignantly.
81 have nothing TO blush for" said
syblett, firmly. Have you lost youi
: senses?'
} "Oh! he's nothing to blush for
sneered Mrs. Syblett, Historically
: And you're not bit ashamed Of
dressing up your dear Fanny in jew
elry, and treating her to ice cream ant
champagne suppers, suppose?"
Treating Fanny TO ice cream ant
champagne? What on earth are yoI
talking aboutY
II am talking about the wretchet
creature for whom you have neglected
: your wife Don't deny anything
/ know all about 1t. found her photo