Los Angeles herald., 1906-05-20

Paul,s face was flushed. "1s he then ruined
~ don't know have left him" she replied
How strangel I have left my wifelo he cried;
Then with spasm Of pain, Il can't bear the
thought OF her alone, in london
Eleanor politely feigned ignorance Of his emo
uon' His eyeids dropped, and under them, she
feIt sure. there was something sstening
Since ] have talked so strangely TO YOU" he
said, after few moments Of intense silence, Il
may as well tell YOU all It was only today that
we had what are vulgarly called words and my
wife vowed that she would not live any longer
under the same roof with me. did forget my
self-or, rather, forgot her-foreot that she was
woman and lady, and said unkind things TO
her"
Said perhaps, that you had never known what
comfort and happiness were since you married"
interpolated Eleanor, demurely.
BY Jove ! did say that! How -. you
know" cried Paul.
81 am marro,I" said his wife
ne laughed with some discomfort.
@iiAnd' Eleanor proceeded, your wife
Said she had always been treated like lady
at home"
Then, no doubt, you replied that perhaps at
that time she had behaved like a lady and de-
served to be treated like one"
You are wonderful You make me uncomfor-
table. can't see you well which makes it more
uncanny. You must have been therel"
He laughed again, this time boyishly. He look.
ed happier already.
"Oh, know those conjuga interviews" said
Eleanor. my husband and / used to- talk our
selves and each other mad"
you know how it goes from bad to worse"
he said. "Eleanor-my wife-is very pretty
woman. She looked lovely as she flung out OF
the room today | was ashamed, but / hadn't
the courage to call her back or to go to her. To
save her the trouble of leaving me, left her.
| remember this place, where were very happy
last summer, and | know that she would never
think of looking for here. / want to stay
and grasp the situation, as it were-determine
what to do"
He leaned his head back and looked dreamily
into the fire.
Il am sorry for your wife," said the lady in
the corner.
Even now have left herr" he asked, with a
bitter little smile.
Sorry either way. There are three kinds OF
wives, speaking broadly-the woman who busters
and gives in, the one who doesn't buster but
gives in all the same, and finally the who is
quiet and polite, but who always makes her hus-
band give in. To which category did your wife
belong?"
"To the first, should think: she did use to
talk and say that now she meant to have her
own way for once, but she generally round
to my way of thinking
THAT, to my mind. was better than tamely
acknowledging at that she fosh and
you infallible. Better to struggle and fail than
to take tyranny meekly."
"Ah, you take womans view Of it"
Naturally; but tell me-of course there
good grounds for your quarres? Jealousy, or
something of that sort?"
mo, indeed Nothing of the kind. We were y
very much attached to each other. am sure no
woman attracted me Eleanor does; and
she is not one Of the horrid iirty matrons one
sees too much of nowadays"
perhaps if she were you would be more polite
to her. Well, your quarrel not caused by
los 1ousvpA What then 2''
Paul Brenchley looked foolish He opened his
mouth to speak, then apparently thought better /
of it,
Come, now,' said Eleanor, inwardly twitter-
ing with laughter; don't be afraid"
Paul flushed ruddily. ut ashirt -button!"
he blurted out.
The strange lady in the shadow of the chimney
gave a small shrek, which Paul echoed size
larger.
ooh" she cried "your poor dear foolish man!
Go home to your wife and ask her pardon, and
let her ask yoursl Go and get your shirt button
sewn on, cut off, or whatever you like, but
don't be a goose" And the laughter rippled
about through her words like brook among
pebbles.
Something in her unguarded utterance kinded
sudden suspicion in Paul's breast. He started
up in excitement and approached her.
''Oh, if could you!" he cried. '1t can't
be you; and yet-Eeanor!'
A lump of coal fell apart and released the
flame, which spurted up brightly.
The door opened, and Mr.. Shaw appeared.
a tray.
Eleanor rose, straight and slim, with her cheeks
burning,-her eyes sparkling. The lace had fallen
from her head and she stood in the full glow
of the fire. Laying her hand the strange
gentleman's arm, she said
"Mr Shaw, you have forgotten my husband.
Mr.. Brenchley and quite ready for dinner"