The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-08-29

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the older woman, prosaically And if
you take my advice. Kitty, you won't
spoil your white gown by sitting IN
those picturesque chairs
I'm too much excited to sit any
where" said the girl gayly. Its 50
deliciously improper TO be actually
having tea in Jacks rooms"
Il wish we were having tea," sighed
the older woman, with a glance at the
oasis of white cloth and china in the
midst Of the masculine litter OF books
and papers.
You poor auntie. Shall I make tea
at oncei Jack won't be very long now
he said half an hour at the outside,
and-oh. there's that tiresome tele-
phone again! l suppose l had better
answer it!'
"Well, considering Jacks boy has
gone in quest of cake, It might be we'll
to attend to his Duties" said the older
woman, dryly.
The girl laughed as she fitted into
the inner room and took Up the tele-
phone receiver.
THAT you, Hereford?" demanded
masculine voice.
'Yes-at leaSt-"
Speak up, old man." interrupted the
voice. Sounds as though there was
something wrong at your end of the
wire; your voice is a mere squeak. Can
you hear me all right? Yes? Oh, we'll
that's all right, because Pm in fear
full hurry; but l just wanted ITO tell
you I've been down TO Pelham. and
there was the DEVILS own row when
arrived at Rose cottage The poor
little girl has got 1t into her head that
you are marrying Miss Waterford for
the sake of her money What? Oh.
yes, of course, / explained and gave
her your message, about your marriage
not making. the slightest difference as
| far as she was concerned, and that you
would run down to Rose cottage as
often as possible, even. What's
| that you say? No, | can't hear.
There's decidedly something wrong ut
your end. Don't interrupt me If you
can help it, old man. because I've a
consultation Mt 4, and / stayed longer
than l expected at Rose cottage. Fact
| is. l got rather fright about that
poor little girl. She flew into 4 fearful
passion when l limited that Miss Wa
terford was woman any man might
be proud to fall in love with.
NJ sr. r,ex- Ill l.
and now that the inevitable has hap
pened, she utterly refuses to realize
that she must play second fiddle to
your wife.
1T was no good telling her that you
were as fond of her rs ever; but
| what's that?
"a client. did you say: All right,
| I'll finish my yarn some other time !;
but, in the meantime, mind you sit
| tight about Rose cottage. and don't on
any account go down there till I've
seen you. Understand? Sorry, can't
hear a word / should get that wire
attended to, il were you. Good-by ="
Kitty Waterford replaced the tele-
phone receiver and. drawing a deep
breath, stared into the mirror opposite
for few moments, as II mutely in
curing of the pale, stern woman re-
Elected there, what had become of the
happy, smiling girl who, few mo-
ments earlier, had glanced into it's
depths with the wholesome vanity of
happy girlhood.
| Then she rose to her feet, snatched
up her big motor veil, and hurried into
the adjoining room.
I'm awfully sorry. Aunt Jane she
said, apparently busy with n refrac-
tory fold of the veil. but don't think
we'd better wait for Jack. There was
a telephone message that will make
our tea party impossible. Yes, it's bust
ness-distinctly important business /.
And. II you don't mind, fancy Ii
would be as we'll il we were to get
away as soon as possible"
She was half way down the stairs
| before her aunt had time to remon-
strate. As the motor slid down the
| street, a tall bronzed figure ilurrying
along the pavement paused to look
after Ii.
| IF | didn't happen to know that
| Kitty was making tea in my lodgings
l should have said that the girs i'm that
car was uncommonly like her: but you
never can tell with those bewildering
| motor veils!' Jack Hereford conclud-
ed, as he turned into his street in such
| hurry that he nearly overturned Il
small boy laden with n paper bag.
please. sir. it's the cakes-and- the
kettles boiling, sir, but the ladies have
gomez
| Cone" echoed Jack Hereford.
Yes, sir. The young lady was tele-
| phoned for most unexpected She left
word that she would write you this
evening, and-please, sir, what must
| do with the calxesf"
"Oh, hang the cakes" exclaimed
| Jack Hereford. us he mounted the
| stairs to his chambers and paused on
/, the threshold TO pick up a small white
| glove.
soft and dainty, like Kitty herself ~
he murmured; and as he smoothed out
the fingers of the glove, the smile re-
asserted itself OH Ms good-tempered
| face
What chump am. to be so alb
surdly put out just because l am de-
F, prived Of Kitty's society for an hour
F! or twol"
Morton"
"Yes, siri'' came a .nuffied voice, as
the boy appeared in the doorway OBJ
viously gulping down a huge piece of
cake.