The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-09-12
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wife through the phone one morning
that Miss Carew was in town and had
accepted his invitation to take dinner
with them that evening, Louise, his
wife, could scarcely keep back the re-
monstrating exclamation. "Oh. Dick ~
but she restrained the impulse. and
after a scarcely perceptible hesitation,
answered, "Well, I'll try to have a
good dinner"
mice girl, Louise came back in a
satisfied voice. II knew you wouldn't
object. You never do. Is there any
thing you want me to get?' he asked.
"No," Louise returned. Il viii. order
what l need from the grocery"
"All right" said Dick. us or Z
o'clock the hour?"
Il think we'll say Z" Louise answer
ed, mindful of the many things which
must be done before evening.
"All right" Dick repeated. I'D like
you two girls to meet You know you're
sort of connected"
There was touch of laughter in his
voice which Louise understood and re-
turned.
Goodbye" said Dick.
Goodbye" said Louise, and the con-
versation ended.
Mrs. Harlow was in the midst of her
spring housekeeping and was neither
prepared nor in the humor of guests.
especially when the guest was Rich
ards first love, woman she never had
seen. but had heard of frequently.
While there was only one room in the
chaotic condition pertaining to house
cleaning, still the curtains were remov-
ell from several of the windows, and
the house appeared in rather of dis
mantled condition, according to
Louise's critical eyes. She took pride
In her housekeeping always, but she
was especially DESTROYS there should be
no flaws when, for the first time, it
came under Miss Carew's observation.
She should make the best of 1t and
utter no apologies. she decided. Miss
Carew should know without explana-
ton what was going on, though 1t was
doubtful If she would, Louise remem-
bered. as she had never kept house her
self and had no practical knowledge of
what II involved.
Miss Carew was successful lee
turer Speaking before the womans
clubs was her speciality, and an engage
ment of this sort had brought her to
the city She and Dick were engaged,
and their engagement broken, some
time before he met Louise. 1t was
scarcely more than a boy and girl az
fair, and Dick had never spent a mo-
ment in repining. but he was inclined
TO tease, and the prominence which
Miss Carew's name was given In the
papers kept her in his memory, so that
he often spoke of her to his wife In
mock sentimentality, as his first love.
Louise had an early romance, too.
She told the story to Dick when they
found they loved each other enough TO
marry, and then she promptly forgot
the hero Of her girlish dreams, though
ne occasionally wrote her a letter, to
emind her that he still existed. and
hid not forgotten.
For tie first time In q long while
Louise thought of him when she was
making preparations TO entertain Miss
Carew, after having put a stop to the
housekeeping operations. She smiled
to herself when she remembered that
always, in his letters, there were veil
ed illusions TO the romance they had
lived together, and thinly disguised
regret that they should have parted.
Now that the pain he had caused her
was past, the yelled illusions and re-
grets filed her with amusement. He
was the one who had ended the ro-
nance by marrying while she was
away at school. He had written her
loving letters each week, without con-
veying a hint of what he was intend
Ing. The news of 1t shocked and hurt
her sorcly when it came from another
source. After a while she did not care,
and no thought of him had ever
marred the happy, congenlal life she
and Dick lived together.
In the midst of her reflections the
telephone bell rang again, and she
went to answer it's summons. She
heard soft, drawing voice ask for
Mrs. Harlow.
81 an Mrs. Harlow" she returned.
us that you, Louisr?" came through
the phone. Il didn't dare to be sure
/ happened to be passing through the
city and thought l would call you up.
Do you know who | am? Don't tell
me you have forgotten :" The infec-
ton of the tones were pleading.
Louise knew the voice, though she
had not heard it for years. Its sound
was once like hand laid upon her
heart, but that effect was numbered
with the things that have been and
are no longer.
why, It's Charliew she exclaimed,
with well-smulated surprise. How