Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-20

ing ing Joy, for the young wife, lifting a radiant
@ @leVs rom from her letter, called wildly to Winnie to
'esH s",,, sne beated good news for herself.
e. "nn,el s Oh, Winnie, at lastl From home
u,S yn iacnerl If had only looked at 1T before
gu ss wentl IL was here this morning and all the
Time never knew!"
"A. DeaI there were tears of delight, too, in the
otner girls eyes-'1 am so frightfully glad that
its all right I'm 80 gladl"
She dropped her own letter. It was only
% snoenlaker eircular-not, might perhaps have
been expected on such day of theatricals, any
message from the man who had loved her The
rates, IN deciding which mortals had paid suf-
fciently for their own folly had passed her, to
choose her cousin.
Sds wife wept for JOY again over the small
obstinate-looking writing of the words which
begged her to come home to her old father, who
was tired of living without sight of her; asked
her to bring her own little girl to show him, and
her husband--if he could be brought to think
that, better late than never, he would care to
come.
"sd will be glad. Hell come Oh, yesl lie
ought to be back directly" added his wife, then,
with glance at the clock-"why, he ought to be
here now. He's ate Winnie, he's late!"
"Poohl" replied Winnie, to the sudden anxiety
in her cousins tone. "a few minutes"
Hes never been so late before" said the 9TH
er, then, as a host of sudden, vaguely horrible
suspicious swept upon her overwrought mind,
w
thing has happened to himI"
at HASN'T"
"If he should not come baolsf" whispered Sid's
wife, thrusting pale face between the>Notting.
ham lace curtains to peer down the street. ats
my fault. said the most awful things to him
this morning My hateful temper
"Silly child! Isn't he used to that?"
"But perhaps he thought | meant it all this
time! What did he say Winnie, at breakfast"
"Er-nothing much, dear. Nothing at ALL"
''How terrible! Far worse than II he'd said
the most dreadful things! You never know
cy of the CeIt drew lightning images of Sid,
driven at last beyond endurance pacing the
deck of an Ameriean-bound steamer, or even
stretched cold and stiff, upon the office floor.
"Oh, if he'd only flown into rage I shouldn't
be so frightened! When hef he does come
"never-never to lose my temper again. just
now I thought should all be so happy, and
now, if it's too late because of my fault"
"Fa--ther" Ends voice came from the gar
den. "Father!"
The young wife gave gasp of relief.
"Oh, he's by the back way!" She
flew into the narrow hall. "Hes come home!
No, I'll wait till he comes right in. He's with
that awful he's with Mr.. Harris"
Mr.. Harris, beamng and rubicund, stood by
the back of The Little House, listening to some
directions Of Sid's to the setting of begonias.
Sid was still interested, then, in the garden!
"I've got a root tere,' he began, then
stopped and bent down over some new earth.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, with very real irrita-
ton that of the enthusiastic gardener whose
fosterlings have been disturbed. "I say, this
is too bad. All in the middle of those sweet
peas. Upon my word!''
He snatched up the little sycamore Seeding
and flung it into the hedge of Belvedere.
''Hurray! exclaimed Winnie Meredith to
herself as she fed in the hall where Sid's wife
now the picture of remorseful affection, was
waiting to fall upon his neck. THANK goodness,
he has lost his temper, too, for once in his
life!"
"Oh. father!" walled Enid standing aghast,
watering-pot in hand. Father my little
temper tree that l had planted to keep me
from being naughty. Oh"