Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-09-24

In the extreme. Wnen ne deliberately,
though politely, declined their invita-
ton to tea one afternoon their humilia-
ton knew no bounds.
Lady Deppingham and Mrs. Browne
should not be misunderstood by the
reader. They loved their husbands
I I'm quite sure of that-but they were
tired of seeing no n else, tired of
talking to ne one else. Moreover, in
support of this one sided assertion,
they experienced from time to time
the most melancholy attacks of jeal-
ousy. If Mrs. Browne in plain despair
went off for a days ride with Lord
Deppingham, that gentleman's wife
was sick with jealousy. If Lady Ag-
mes strolled in the moonlit gardens
with Mr.. Browne, the former Miss
Bate of Boston could scarcely control
her emotions. They shed many tears
of anguish over the faithlessness of
husbands, tears of hatred over the
v~iciousness of temptresses. Their quar-
rels were fierce, their upbraidings char
acteristic. but In the end they cried
and kissed and made up"
They did not know. of course, that
the willy Britt, despite his W depres-
sion, was all the while accommodating
the most astounding lot of evidence to
show that a decided streak of insanity
existed In the two heirs.
"If they could only be married In
some way" was BIRTHS private lament
to Saunders from time to time when
despair overcame confidence.
ave got a ripping idea," Saunders
said one day.
Lets have 1t. You've always got
'em. Why not divide with meT"
"Can't do it just yet. I've been look
ing up a little matter. I'll spring 1t
soon."
How long have you been working
en- tAe-idea 2s-
NEARLY four months" said Saun-
ders, yawning.
"Gad, this climate is enervating!"
was Britt's caustic comment.
Saunders was heels over head In love
with Miss Pelham at this time, SO 1t
is not surprising that he had some
sort of an Idea about marriage. no
matter whom 1t concerned.
Night after night the Deppinghams
and Brownies gave dinners. balls, mu-
sicales. bridges" masks and theater
suppers at the chateau. First one
would invite the other to a great ball,
then the other would respond by CIV
ing a sumptuous dinner.
One morning during the first week
in February the steamer from Alden
brought stacks Of mail-the customary
newspapers. magazines. novels. tele-
grams and letters. 1t was noticed that
her ladyship had several hundred let
tiers. many bearing crests or coats of
rms.
At last she came to a letter Of many
pages covered with a scrawl that look
ed preposterously fashionable. Lady
Agnes gave a sudden shrek and. leap
ing to her feet, performed a dance that
set her husband and Bobby Browne to
gasping.
"She's coming!" she cried ecstatical-
ly, repeating herself a dozen times.
"Who's coming, AggyT" roared her
husband for the sixth time.
1.-THE princess! Deppy, I'm going to
squeeze you! l must squeeze some
bodyI Isn't 1t glorious? Now-now-
now life will be worth living in this
beastly place."
Her dearest friend, the princess. had
written to say that she was coming to
spend a month with her.
ain her uncle's yacht, Deppy-the big
one that came to Cowes last year, don't
you know? OF course you do. Don't
look SO dazed. He's cruising for a
couple Of months and is to set her
down here until the yacht returns from
Borneo and the Philippines. She says
she hopes IT. will be quiet here. Quieti
She hopes It will be quiet!"
II say, Deppingham, you a take
her out walking and pick up a crown
full of fresh rubies every day OF So"
said Browne.
"Hang it all, Browne, Pm afraid to
pluck a violet these days. Every time
1 stoop over l feel that somebody's
going to take a shot at me. l wonder
why the beggars select me to shoot at.
They're not always popping away at
you, Browne. Why Is it?"
Its all right so long as they don't
kill you," was Brownies consoling re-
mark.
"By Jover' said Deppingham, start
ing up with a look of horror In his
eyes, sudden comprehension rushing
down upon him. II wonder If they
think l am you, Browne! Horriblep'
The enemy's Office hours were from 8
to 3 in the afternoon. Twice a week
Miss Pelham came down from the cha
teau in a gayly bedecked ~jinrikisha to
sit opposite to him In his stuffy orner
of the banking house, his desk between
them. her notebook trembling with
propinauity. Mr. Britt generously