Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-05-16

| IRON Cnem.> AT last ne spoke, Dut MS
voice was hollow and scarcely recog-
niZable. .. -, .-..-<~ ~.''.. - "a,
| mo, it is not necessary to read the
name," he said.: with SILVER. -. !. 4.
He walked slowly over to the win
! dow with dropping head. - + - =
Grace had turned to him with look
of wonder and alarm which deepened
| as he spoke. .. - 81.
Upon my honor, Grace" he said.
II cannot understand this. Il assure
you have given this-this girl no
encouragement that could induce her
to write letter like this after my
marriage" His wife had dropped the
flimsy mask that she had worn none
too well, and confronted him with a
pale face She could find, however,
nothing to say, except to repeat his
last words.
after your marriage; what do you
mean?"
Jack made an idiotic attempt at jocu-
larity, jingled some money in his
pocket. and feebly laughed.
''Well, of course you know that a
man isn't answerable to his wife for
his pre-nuptial flirtations."
Mrs. Henshaw's self-control was
breaking down under the weight of
her discovery. .>'
With sudden access of pardonable
fury, and forgetful of the part she had
been playing: r+-
who is she? What's her name?''
Jack turned from the window with
a look of establishment, and muttered
disjointedly:
Her name! Why surely! The let
ter! Miss Pinkerton read it! BY
George, though, she didn't read the
name!" Then, with the eyes of both
women upon him, a look of horrid en-
lightenment suddenly came into his
face.
Great Jupiter, her name. Do you
hear? Tell me her name at once!
Which one was it?'
There was complete silence for the
space of ten seconds. Jack Henshaw
counted them by the clock. Then Mrs.
Henshaw rushed out of the room in
tears. Jack turned to Miss Pinker-
throughout, and now looked really
frightened.
What will she do?" he asked, ex-
citedly.
"She would probably go to her moth
er," she said, in some alarm, "un-
less
But Jack did not wait for the alter
native.
That's what feared! It's the more
exasperating because it will bring
your visit to such a sudden conclu-
sion. OF course you will understand.
If my sisters were here it would be
different. suppose Grace will go at
once. I'll fetch a cab!" And before
she could stop him he was at the
front door blowing excited double
blasts on CAB whistle.
Then he summoned a maid.
Miss Pinkerton finds she has to
leave us suddenly. Will you please
help her to pack?"
Before, the astonished spinster
could find breath to reply she was
bundled out of the room with more
haste than dignity.
Jack rushed UP to his wife's room,
three steps at a time. A very tear
full Come in" answered. his knock,
and in very few moments Jack Hen
shaw had dismissed the idea that he
was the injured person and was fully
convinced that he was the hardest
hearted scoundrel living. His con-
duct was quite unjustifiable, but he
could at least palliate it.
"You see, I knew you were hav-
ing me- he explained, rather lamely;
Il also knew, or rather, guessed, that
the letter was from. Kate Tracey.
I was beastly severe, l know, but I
couldn't think what you were. driv.
ing at. You know my old penchant
for amateur acting; { saw the posi-
bility of the situation, and couldn't re-
sist it. And dear Miss Pinksrton-"
can! Where is she? I had quite
forgotten ner! It was her mad idea.
A great scheme for making yoa ridicu-
lous Ridiculous, indeed"
THAT reminds me-" said her hus.
band. going to the door, '"dear Miss
Pinkerton thought she would leave
us. In fact, her cabs at the door now.
No! don't trouble. I'll see her out
and tell her you are too upset. I
want to have last word with her, al
1 don't expect we shall see her mere
again. The atmosphere Is too dra-
matte for her dairy-fed constitution"
Miss Pinkerton, for the first time il
her life looking rather ''skeepish, twas
in the hall, and the cab was at the
door.
Jack handed her in politely, and
took the keenest interest in the ar
rangement of her luggage.
Il am so sorry you have to leave
so soon,' he said, 'but quite SYM
pathize with your feelings. Blythe
bye, there was an empty envelope in
Kate Tracey's handwriting on. my
plate this morning. DO you happen
to know = -,
But the cab had started. ~. -