The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1909-02-11
somewhere, I'm afraid"
But Effie was brave little wife.

AGam. Father used to say he was
horrid as young man. and such a
coward II he hadn't all that money
he wouldn't dare hold his head so
high"
Yes" said brood; Il dare say he
is just common bully. But |
couldn't do anything else, could 1?''
She laid her pretty head on her
husbands shoulder.
I'm tomboy still at heart, you
know" she whispered. II would
head. That's what comes of growing
up with eight brothers, Adam"
And being n champion at hockey
eh, Eme?"
"Oh, yes, all that kind OF thing.
But don't let's see red before red
comes. old boy. Wen have some
tea and by and by nice little din
ner-with oyster patties, and-oh!
that tiresome telephone!"
Adam patted her loved head and
went to the tube.
The general manager himself was
Joined his wife with a particularly
glum expression.
Mr.. Severn must have heard
something already" he said. He
says | am to move heaven and earth
to keep the account. My salary will
go up to fifty If / do it,"
And did you tell him, Adam2"
mo. 1 hadn't the courage. l
| Just thanked him. That's all"
DO you mind, dear" she said
gently, IF | cycle out to old Mrs.
Forrest before dinner? | shan't ask
you to come with me. Have your
tea by yourself, old boy, and then
just potter about in the garden.
VIII your
Old Mrs. Forrest lived at Hooten,
and so did Sir Julian King.
Efie's father had been vicar OF
hooten and Mrs. Forrest had nursed
her as baby. Mrs. FORESTS cot
tage was close to the lodge gates OF
Hooten Hall. Little that went on
in the hall escaped the danes eyes
and ears. She was wont to watch
the goings and comings as II they
were as precious a part OF her life
as the geraniums on her window sill
mo, dearie," she said, Sir Juliar
isn't home yet, but he's due. It!
half-past s, and he hasn't been lat
er than that any day this week. Fin'
and pert he keeps for his age. too"
That's all right" thought Efie
She engaged the old woman will
her rheumatism and topics of gener
al interest for ten minutes. Thel
the rush OF a motor-car was heard
and Sir Julian flashed up to the Hal
gates.
There he goes, dearie!" erie,
Mrs. Forrest. What a dust he d
leave behind him, to be sure
There's no keeping ones curtain
clean for It,"
Etfie rose to leave.
Poor old curtains!" she said gay
iy. I'm go and tell him about It.
| She sped up the Hall avenue as
that really was her intention. Mr.!
, Forrest shook her head at the sigh
She had never known such a wilfu
determined, ana yet lovable child q
Miss Etfie in the old vicarage day
> II do believe she going to do 1t,
r she whispered.
Some twenty minutes passed an
Efiie returned with glowing cheek
4. She paused at the cottage to leay
4 half a crown for new set OF vii
. dow curtains.
l Didn't | tell your" she said. IS
Julian thinks your an old silly
live In his dust, though, and so yo
i area beloved old silly"
She was on her bicycle and ava
e again before Mrs. Forrest S tongu
:, had a suitable reply ready.
v So back to the bank where Droo
t was smoking a thoughtful and ratht
> melancholy pipe in the green hoes
o She came in with laughter on HI
lips and in her eyes and gave him
r letter.
b? Read that, old boy" she whi
q pered. brood recognized the gre
l. mans handwriting on the addres
l, Hootcn-Dear Sir: | have plea
& ure in informing you that my a
70 count will be transferred to yo'
Ir branch from head Office on the pr
v, posed arrangement of three da,
d ago, by which you allow me one-ha
10 per cent. interest above bank ra
l. on my credit balance with you al
charge me no commission.
Yours faithfully. Julian King.
n There was also another note.
Id hereby apologize to Mr.. Droc
for my rude reference to his wi
{, this afternoon, but hope he Will
is me the favor to destroy this as so'
n ms IL is read. Julian King.
brood stared at his wife's laug
g ing face.
What does it mean, Efiie?"
10 stammered.
IN Mean, Why, that you've got
nnty n