Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-22

He did
WAS there any trouble about money
Not that he mentioned Bemis sighed.
Here it was that Angela's mother inter-
rupted. Then" she said emphatically.
there must have been some scandal in his
past which you feared?"
The husband and father shook his head.
Angela could stand the strain no longer and.
with her blue eyes filled with tears and her
whole frail body quivering with excitement.
she beat her delicate hands on the desk before
her father. well, them she sobbed, what
was it,"
Bemis slowly withdrew his gaze from the
ceiling, and leaning over his desk casually
picked up and glanced at the bill for Angela's
six pairs of satin shoes. " l don't know. my
dear exactly, he said; but l think II was
that your old father talked too
THE words that followed were lost il the
shrill ring of the telephone bell out in the
hallway The three Bemises looked at one
another, and with one accord all stealthily
crept toward the telephone, very much as If
there some danger of soaring away the
person at the other end of the wire.
Perhaps it's Hazen' Bemis whispered.
Saying he's coming back,
There was no response; but the hope was
plainly writ on all three faces. BY mutual
and tacit consent Angela led the way to the
telephone and took down the receiver
Yes. Who is it?" she cooed.
At that moment the front door was thrown
violently back against the hall hatrack and
the five little Bemises ran in squealing and
screaming and with arms outstretched to
greet their new brother in law.
''Sh, sh. sh!'' said Mrs. Bemis, waving both
arms at her five joyous offsprings.
"Sh sh, sh!" said Bemis.
Pale, but firm, Angela held her ear close TO
the receiver. Bemis and Mrs. Bemis and the
five little Bemises, knowing only that some
thing of great import was about to happen,
gathered in a silent circle about the pride of
the family. Yes. Whom did you say9" chir>
ruped Angela "Oh, is that you. Julius?
Father and mother Bemis exchanged glances
of the most heartfelt coincidence, and the five
little Bemises, ntuitively feeling that all was
not well. tiptoed their way silently up stairs
to bed
Angela placed her hand over the transmitter
of the telephone and turned with white face
and quivering lips to her mother. Her voice
was low and even, quite without infection.
Julius says he's just met Mr.. Hazen, who
told him that he was leaving for New York
to-night-for good Angela dropped her
has asked me to go to see The Old Home
stead with him tomorrow night"
Mrs Bemis slowly nodded, and Angela once
more placed her lips to the receiver.
Yes, Julius, mother says l can go"
For a few moments there was silence, and
then Angela spoke again.
Julius asked me particularly. mother, to
wear my pink cloth-you know, the one with
the dangling passementerle.
Bems raised his eyebrows, looked first at
his wife and then at his daughter, and, stick
ing his hands deep in his trousers pockets,
moved slowly down the hallway in the direc,
ton of his den.
"Of course, Angela" said the mother, "if
julius likes the pink cloth with the dangling
passementerie, you wear it.
And while Mrs. Bemis stealthily followed
her husband down the hallway Angela re-
sumed her cooing conversation over the phone.