The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1909-03-20

1-"JuSt look over this, do, Lucretia!'
Miss Nettleby read out loud:
| Mem. Joster & Co.-consignment-
See Fanny jewelers-Ch SUPPL.
| CIR
What" cried Mrs. Syblett starting
| upright On the lounge. See Fanny?
Oh, the deceiver! Who would have
| thought it?''
| mo doubt" said Lucretia, her eyes
cleaning with triumph, as she held
| up the Photographic doubt We've at
| last got a clue. This is Fanny, and
Il declare," glancing again at the
book; the date is the tifteenth-this
very day. Why, it must be to see her
that he has gone!"
! Mrs. Syblett gave a historical sob,
ending in a suppressed scream.
| Don't worry yourself about it, En-
ma, l beseech you.' said her friend,
bathing her hands and forehead with
| cologne water. It's just like the rest
of the men. They're not one of them
to be trusted I've always said so; and
| l pity you-indeed | do."
| ''Oh, the sly, deceitful hypocrite!"
gasped Emma. ITO neglect his own
wife, and pay attention to creature
like that"
And making her presents of jew
elry," sneered Lucretia.
! And the Oh Sup. can that
mean?"
| why, champagne supper, of course!
Any one can see that And the L. Cr.'
some letters | can't make OUTPUT it
| looks like ice cream"
THE wretch cried Mrs. Syblett, in
dignantly ITO think of his spending
his money in that way at the very time
| that he assured me he couldn't afford
| to get me that basket-phaeton and
pony that I've meen longing for. He's
richer than Flora's husband, and she
has pony-phaeton. There never was
any wife so ill-used as | am"
| Indeed, dear, you must have the
weakest and most patient of DISPOSE
tons to submit to it. I couldn't be
such an angel"
Il won't bear it any longer!" cried
Mrs. Syblett, in sudden indignation.
III leave him. I'll go home to ma
I'll make brother John get me di-
vorce!"
mo one could blame you, I'm sure"
said her friend, sympathetically. ON
ly-do you think that your husband
will let you go if he knows of it,"
He shan't prevent me. I'll go
now-this very night" exclaimed Mrs.
Syblett, desperately.
Miss Nettleby strongly approved OF
this resolution. She had never for
given George Syblett for marrying En-
ma instead of herself; and it was balm
to her feelings to think of such
punishment Detailing him.
At nine o'clock precisely, Mr.. Sy
blett let himself in at the front door.
He paused in surprise at the sight
which greeted him.
Three or four trunks and boxes stood
piled in the hall, with multitude of
smaller packages. Mrs. Syblett, in
Der hat and cloak, stood at the parlor
door, with Bridget close by. They
were waiting for carriage. Miss Net
tleby, on hearing the masculine step,
had fed into the back parlor, out OF
sight, but not out of hearing.
why, Emma! what on earth does
all this mean? What has happened?"
questioned Syblett in an alarmed tone.
What has happened?' repeated Mrs.
Syblett, with great effort to be calm
and majestic in the dignity OF injured
innocence "a great deal has happen
| cd hov hQQn nOQnaO tn what
was simple and confiding enough new
err before to have suspected. | have
discovered that the man whom |
called husband is base, deceiving n.y.
pocrite!"
Here she prematurely broke down,
and gave a convulsive sob, while Bird
get muttered:
Sure, that's good for the likes O.
him!"
Emma, what can you mean? What
is the matter? don't in the least I'M
derstand it,"
ooh, of course not. You don't know
anything at all about it," Mrs. Sy-
blett, in her nervous excitement, had
entirely lost her assumed dignity. You
thought l never heard of-of that
creature, Fanny! You thought you
were keeping it secret from me?"
Mr. Syblett's countenance changed.
A sort of subdued and guilty express
sion came over it.
How did you learn about Fanny?
And l don't see why your finding 1t
out should have excited you thus. II
| kept a secret from you it was only in
order to-"
do you hear that?" exclaimed Mrs.