The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1908-11-04
A COINCIDENCE


hard days work from his down town
Office he fully deserved quiet even
ing.
my greatest pleasure" he de-
clared, lis to sit down to snug lit
tie tete-a-tete evening with my wife,
and watch her pretty face while she
tells me all she has been doing dur
ing the day"
Mr.. Denholme had the good for
tune to marry charming girl fifteen
years younger than himself, and tie
only fault his family found with Mrs,
Denholme were her excessive good
looks and love for smart clothes,
One night they had been to a
crush at Mrs. Pawnrood's in order TO
listen to an acrobatic German pianist
and rub shoulders with many smart
people, and Denholme was waiting
ratiently Tor his wife in the supper
ROOM beguiling the time with cold
ou2.l and champagne, when a young
man, who stood next to him at the
Gro Yded supper table, remarked that
there we're "a lot of people present"
There are replied Denholme;
"hGve on been here long,"
"Oh, no, this sort of thing isn't
much in my line; one never can talk
to the people one wants to-
Il qaite agree with you" said
Denholmc however, my wife likes
this sort of thing, and it's all very
we'll for the women"
THE fact of the matter is" con-
tinued the young man, "IVe come
here to find little woman | met up
the river the other day-said she'd
be here tonight; a rare little sports
woman, such a good figure. | took
her out in row boat
Have you looked upstGirs?" in
quired Mr.. Denholme.
Not me-" was the reply. Il
should be pounced on and made to
take some elderly female into sup
per. told her I'd wait in the sup
per room for her. | didn't catch the
name when they introduced us
1T sounds quite romantic" said
Denholme, feeling amused by the
yong mans confidence.
Rather! and | believe she's a
widow, and there's nothing like a
70 .ng widow. ! intend to take her
to the Carleton or somewhere for
supper she ought to look splendid
tonight"
What makes you think she's a
widow" queried Denholme.
'"Oh, | don't know, only she was
certainly a Mrs. something, and she
never mentioned husband, and pro-
POSED all sorts of plans, such as a
ball or another day on the river.
She's full of ideas and thoroughly
enjoys life, just what woman ought
to be, and understands man, none Of
that stand-off rot about her; there's
ONLY a month before | have to join
my battalion at Glib, and don't
mean to let the grass grow under my
feet"
she sounds very attractive" said
Denholme.
But she may be divorced" con-
timed Denholme, "or perhaps she
divorced her husband, one never can
tell"
She may have married some aw-
full brute" was the reply, "and it
served him jolly well right If she di-
yorced him, but I'm quite certain no
one divorced her, it's impossible
My dear sir" replied Denholme.
II am a lawyer. see actualites.
mo wonder" said the young
man; II expect you've come across
hoars of wrong 'uns lawyers always
see the worst of women, and men.
too, coming to that, but I'll bet you
YOU any money you like that the lady
met the other day is a real good
sort, and by Jove! there she is COM
Ing into the room now; she looks
simply great, and, say, what a
dress. over there in pink"
Denholme followed the young
mans gaze and saw it was concen-
trated on his wife, She was dressed
| In one OF Jne latest CTedtlou VI q
Paris dressmaker; her long opera
cloak was thrown over her shoul-
ders. she seemed the incarnation of
perfectly equipped modern feminin-
| ity. She reveled in her personal ap-
pearance, and as she entered the sup
per room many eyes turned in her
| direction
Simply great" muttered the
young man. "She doesn't see me yet.
| Good she's coming over our way"
Then he stepped forward and bowed
to the beautiful Mrs. Denholme. She
drew back and looked beyond him
toward her husband.
you are mistaking me for some
one else" she said, with a queer lit
tie smile; then, to her husband
TON, I've been looking for you
everywhere. I'm so tired; let's &c
home"
The young mans jaw dropped
and before Mr.. Denholme had time
to introduce him formally, he dlsap-
peared.
Il wonder who that pushing young
man was, who bowed to me in the
supper room?" said Mrs. Denholme
on their way home.