The daily tribune., 1909-01-29
THE
FLYING
HUSBAND
), WAYNE BYRON cAlLocx
Copyright. By shortstory Pub. Cos


Capt Richard Sumner had left New
York ~ q first lieutenant, and but two
months married. He had wooed and
won pretty Marjorie Van Orst of Har-
lem during his West Point days, and
was about to make her his wife when
the sudden opening Of hostilitiss b.
tween the United States and Spain
tore him from his sweetheart and sent
him to Cuba, q second lieutenant Of
volunteers.
But the fall following that mem
orable spring brought him safely back
again. He returned to the arms Of
his little wife-to-be. \ hero, brown
from the heat of battle, and on his
shoulder-straps the proud and ad-
vanced distinction Of q golden star
How sweetly happy. then, had be-
gun their honeymoon! The earth
with its autumn gold was dross COM
pared to the Joy Of their love-a love
rooted in the hearts Of youth, strength
and hope.
So, when opportunity and appoint
ment, like two eaptor knights. . SEC
ond time tore from Marjorie her val
liant lord, It was with many tears and
misgivings that she released him from
this paradise to brave disease and
treachery in the far east.
But now he was coming home for
good. Coming homo after they had
braved It out, two long years apart
coming back . hero, = captain and
her lover.
Az Marjorie read his letter her
heart leaped with Joy. He would fol-
Grant, and II she would write him. in
care Of the Preside at San Francisco,
he would get q letter Immediately
upon his arrival there.
Marjorie lost NO time.
Ny Own Darling Dick:
Oh, you don't know how happy I an t.
day. Your letter has sent me wild. and
I just want to sit down and cry for Joy.
my heart IL so full of happiness.
Hurry to me. dearest: waste no time.
To think Only two more weeks! All.
darling. but those two weeks will seem
IKE two more years. I want you to hur
~. The fastest train will be too slow.
oh. how / wish there were some quicker
way. Wire me from Frisco. and every
want to know that you are getting near
or. Fly. Dick. nyl III be At the train TO
meet you. shall count the hours tn
theA-so ny-iy to the loving arms q
Your longing. waiting wife.
MARJORIE.
The last day Of two long. miserable
weeks was just dragging to its close.
a. Marjorie sighed heavily IA her Har-
lem apartment
Then three more days passed, then
four. when her former hours Of hope
and expectancy grew slowly into those
OF terrible doubt and fear. A the
hour hand crept wearily around toward
II o'clock. noon, on the NTH day, Mar
joris's doubts became mingled with
feelings Of agony and despair.
She did not dare allow herself to think.
now. 1t couldn't be possible that Fate
would be 80 cruel - to take him from
her by some dreadful accident after
they had braved It out % long, and
when he was actually coming home.
The thought was terrible enough. that,
though = message should come now,
five or more days must slapss before
he could reach her.
How unutterably slowly dragged the
hours that afternoon. Dusk came, the
streets began to blase with lights,
when = ring from the door-b
brought her tremblinEly to her feet.
A Western Union chap delivered his
NtfIa
soon found herself nervously, almost
fsarfully, tearing her fingers into the
message.
San Francisco, 11:N .. n, Dee. ., ~
Mrs. Richard Sumner.
4@ Manhattan Ave. New York.
Anchored last night: delayed Letter in
hand. on to-day. Love.
DICK.
Further fear Of accident now left
Marjorie's mind. For awhile she felt
contented. but she dreaded the few
lonely days to follow. and wondered
many times what delayed the Grant.
She shuddered a. she thought OF how
many times Dick may have escaped
death from storms.
However. her heart felt lighter, she
partially enjoyed her evening meal.
and succeeded in becoming quite
cheerful.
The clock had barely told eight,
when. to her surprise. another tele.
gram was thrust into her hand. All
the hope and spirit Of her being
seemed to be torn terribly from her ct
one fell swoop.
What else but calamity could II
bring 30 soon!
Ogden. s:os .. n. Dec. ., 1901.
| Mrs. Richard Sumner.
| <os Manhattan Ave. New York.
Am flying 10 you. BE cheerful. VIII
| soon be home. DICK.
Marjorie stood stupened. 80 many
puxrling thoughts began to whlr
through her brain that she became oil
nervous excitement.
December third b today" she ex
claimed to herself. Then . though,
came to her ~ suddenly that she
sprang almost spasmodically from hsI
chair.
"Impossible!" she gaspsd. "Thst