The Washington herald., 1909-05-02

the night was ever the likeHest part OF
! the day.
I ''OO-hoo," she piped Up, invisible. The
! sound was good 10 hear One is apt 10
fancy always that a child left alone VIII
I go and swallow something, or will fall
I of, OF fall out, OF viii croak somehow. A
child is awfully Ike strong drink-once
1 get used 10 II and you can't Be comfort
able with IL OF without T.
We all burst cheerfuIly IN Except for
Fenton Lessing- He was never cheerful:
he was TOO young and happy 10 be cheer
fuL. And besides he was carrying an
armful OF bottles. Essie had q tray OF
sandwiches.
Henrie was completely showed under
with Geneva's pictures, the bed was COW
cred with them
Y think this IS the prettiest Of all"
she said. crammlng one into her fathers
hand. Don't you, Jack?'
Very pretty" he assented- It was
tough on Jack HIS wife's face smiled up
at him, as impudent as life.
Is her season a long oneT' pursued
Henrie
7 don't know" said Jack
VIII she sign for q summer engage
ment. DO you think?''
'T cannot possibly tell. Henrie"
Doesn't she write 70 you ever7"
NO, Henrie"
Why, do you suppose?"
''She never was any hand at writing
letters" he said Then, under his breath.
10 me-
II she doesn't sign for the summer,
viii she come 10 see Us7~
II ever a nan looked as II It would be
a relief tc lie, il was Jack His little
daughter stared at him hopefully. But.
between these two, whose brief home
happiness had been fabrieked on Hes and
wrecked by them, there was a solemn
pact Of truth. truth TO be taken BY The
handle x possible; If not, then BY the
blade. as now
No"
''Why?" whispered Henrie.
We're too slow for Geneva said Jack.
forcing q roIlicking tone and rejoicing 70
see that he was able 70 keep back the
deathly paIlor which had begun creeping
into Henries face she likes good times
and good company. She'll probably 20
abroad, as she always does"
"Geneva's popular, isn't she?" crowed
Henrie. her pride returning.
''She IS" said Jack dryly.
Get your tees out OF the way, Hen: I
want to put down the tray" ordered Is
sic, glad OF pretense which enabled rer
10 bundle the photographs away 10 q s.de
table.
How did the play go :o-nighc. Jaek:T
asked Henrie-
''Greatr'
What sort Of house,"
Stuffed"
Did they laugh at your funny scene In
the last act?"
Fell of the benches
"Oo-oO." Henrie rubbed her soft hands
in q shuddering delight. She felt q pro-
prietary interest in that scene-Iack al
ways used 10 play il TO" her. nights.
Don't leave ne again. she begged sud
denly
7 won't" promised Jack. FOR I see
you do not sleep"
NO" murmured Henrie. 7 think"
What sbout?r challenged Childs. TAX
ing the evening paper from his pOcke.
Henrie made no answer; her eyes were
fixed d2rkly OF Helen Keith, TO whose
side Jack had gone.
Any time tonight, Germaine,' sug-
gested Lessing, glowering over the tops
OF the bottles Jack relieved him. none
too genially. There was open hostility
between the two
By JoveT' snorted Childs, throwing
startled look from the newspaper 70 Jack. |
Then he neFvously rolled up the sheet
and stuffed II IN his pocket
I've read It." said Jack gamely. He
cast protective glance at Henrie. But
De careful you don't
Cod bless my soul nsver!' threw in
chiIds. =!