The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1906-02-08
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keeps George so late? Twice this
week he has been detained by what he
calls business. I should think he could
get home earlier if he chose"
When aelengtA Mr. Syblett came in.
his wife's countenance wore troubled
expression. He did not appear 10 ob-
serve it, but said:
Emma, I'm sorry. but I can't stay
to tea just now. I must be of at once
on particular business"
Business: I don't see what bust
ness you can have after Office hours,
said Mrs. Syblett, coidly.
''No-women never do understand
such things, so it's 10 use trying to
explain. Ill be back inrabout couple
of hours. Don't wait tea for me: and
if you feel lonesome, couldn't You send
over for your 'chatterbox' friend, Mrs.
Glanvill:'
Il thought you didn't like Pollie:"
''Well, I don't particularly admire
her, but if you like her society, I've no
objection"
"Well. don't like to hear my friends
abused" said Mrs. Syblett. "And, at
any rate, Pollie is quite as nice as that
bald-headed, red-faced Mr.. Crewes that
you're so fond of, and are always ask
ing to dinner"
Mr.. Syblett laughed good-naturedly.
"He's a capital fellow, is Joe. You'll
like him better some day. Where's
my other coat:"
And he hustled about and got him
self ready, just as Joseph Crewes drove
up to the door, And the fine pair of
horses Of which Mr. Crewes was so
proud carried off Mr.. Syblett, leaving
his wife to spend the evening alone.
"I wonder where they are going?"
she thought, turning from the window
whence she had watched them. "This
looks more like pleasure than business.
and George seems in uncommonly good
spirits"
Her eyes fell upon her husbands
coat which he had careiessly thrown
across a chair; the end of morocco
covered notebook protruded from al
inside pocket. She instantly pounced
upon it.
Here might be found a hint or clew
to the business" which had kept
George away from home the last few
evenings.
She removed the elastic band and
eagerly scanned the pages.
There were plenty of memoranda,
and mysterious records, and notes Of
various matters, as unintelligible to
Mrs. Syblett as so many Egyptian hier-
oglyphics.
But as she handled the book some
thing carefully wrapped in tissue
paper slipped from a little pocket and
fell at her feet. Picking it up, her
horror gaze rested upon tie
photograph of beautiful woman.
A storm of mingled jealousy and IN
dignation swept over her. She dropped
the picture, and was standing stonily
gazing at it when Bridget announced
Mrs Glanvill.
she sank Historically on the lounge and
began to beat the carpet with her feet
and clutch the cushions with her hands.
And Bridget, we'll knowing these
symptoms, hurried down With report
which speedily brought up the visitor.
''A1y darling Emmav' exclaimed Mrs.
Glanvill. bending over her friend.
*'what has happened? What is the
matter:'
For answer Mrs. Syblett pointed to
the photograph upon the floor.
Il found it in-in his pocket" she
sobbed.
Mrs. Glanvilrs eyes sparkled. She
pursed up her lips and looked long and
curiously at the picture.
'Oh, PoIlie, what am to DO? Isn't
it dreadful:" walled Mrs. Syblett.
"My DEAR" answered Mrs. Glanvill.
with ominous calmness, Its only what
I have been prepared for. Don't you
remember how often before your mar
riage I warned you not to trust George
Syblett?"
This, was true, for Mrs. Glanviil,
then Miss Nav, failing in her efforts
to entrap Syblett, had done her best to
prevent his marrying her friend.
"It is only during the last week that
he has been so changed" n.oaned
Emma. "He hardly comes home at ali
now. and neglects me shamefully."
I'VE can understand why said Mrs.
Glanvill, slancing significantly at the
photograph. Have you any idea,
Emma. who this is?''
Not the least; but it looks like some
brazen actress or ballet dancer
It's very handsome, at least" said
Pollie, with a half-malicious side
glance at her friend.
Handsome! How can you say so?
Only look at the short, snub nose, and
the enormous mouth, and the low,
idiotic forehead! 1t looks quite coarse
and vicious. And then the figure. Did
you ever see anything so shan:eless:"
Shocking, indeed; but, then, some
6rSt-class society women are no better
those Hollworthys, for instance, who
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