The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-03-17

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ished.
"of course" she said, and he prom.
ised me some chocolate caramels."
"oh blast the chocolate caramels!"
he vociferated. You say he kissed
your"
His rising wrath was as balm to
Clara. Il thought 1t was you, Tom'
she replied,
And did you kiss him back?" he
gasped
His wife nodded an affirmative. She
could not trust herself to speak.
His clenched fists and expressive
face betrayed his mental agony
'You-you kissed him? You hugged
him?" he stammered.
Il was so certain it was you, Tom
But you are quite right. He's the very
image of you, only stronger, ] think"
How stronger" he demanded
fiercely
Well" said his wife, demurely, "he
hugged me much tighter than you do,
Tom"
It only needed that. Hardly had the
unwelcome admission left her lips
than he seized her by the arm and
flung her, frightened, yet delighted,
half across the room.
How dare you allow another man
to make love to you in my absences"
he roared. Another man kiss you!
Fearing another assault, she maneu-
vered behind the table. He mopped
his perspiring brow with a silk hand
kerchief, and pointed his finger at her
as if addressing a sympathetic audi
ence.
my wife!" he declaimed, my own
wife! The only woman l have ever
loved and trusted" Then turning to
her with clenched fists: (Which way
did he go? Answer me, woman, which
way did he go?" He rushed to bu-
reau drawer, and extracted a re-
volver
T-I-don't know" she faltered,
now thoroughly alarmed.
well, I'll know" he shouted, seiz-
ing his hat and waving the pistol.
"Tll know" he repeated, "and when
find him I'm give him chocolate
caramels!"
To the upturning of a couple of
chairs and a valuable flower stand
which stood in his way in his head
long rush to the door, he paid no heed,
and the violent slamming Of the street
door and hurrying footsteps augured
i'll for any man bearing the least ia
cial resemblance to Tom Norton. In
his mad rush he dropped silk
handkerchief, and Clara, distracted at
the too great success Of her scheme,
burst into tears. What more natural
than that she should pick up the dain-
ty piece of silk and apply it to her
eyes. At the very first application
her tears ceased 1t was magic
handkerchief She buried her nose
in it, and the scent of altar of roses
was almost nauseating. She examined
the corners. Yes, the neatly woven
monogram, T. L. confirmed it. 1t was
Tottie Loveioys.
The clock was just striking one
when she heard the front door rattle,
but she made no move. Then a voice,
in which were blended establishment,
concern, anger and pleading, was watt
ed through the aperture.
"Clara!" it entreated. Whats the
matter? Let me in, the chain is on
the door!"
"Nonsense!" she said. you can't
fool me again. You're the other Tom
Norton. If you don't go away l shall
call the police"
She ascended a couple of steps, as
if going, and the sight drove him to-
the verge of insanity.
"Clara!" he hoarsely vociferated,
with scantly respect for grammar,
"its me! Tom! Your husband"
His wife put her fingers to her lips,
enjoining silence. "Hush!" she called
in a loud whisper, GO away; don't
wake him. He's a sleep"
Tom gasped in horror. who's
asleep?' he roared.
MY husband, of course" she re-
piled. He's got gun, and If heI
wakes up, he will murder you"
His whispered reply to this was un,
printable, but mingled with the choice
collection was an invitation to come
out and ascertain what serious mis-.
take she was making.
NO" she asserted, 81 know all
about you. You go back to your Tot
tie Lovejoy"
Here a few more imprecations
smote the air, disclaiming vehemently
any knowledge Of the lady in question
There is no good saying that" pro
tested his wife. You dropped her
handkerchief here the last time you
called, ana it is simply smothered
with altar of roses. My husband says
that he doesn't know anything about
it, and Tom never tells a lie. No,
you are a very nice man, but you can t
fool me twice"
She slowly ascended the stairs, her
finger to her lips. On the landing she
turned, said "Hush!" her door closed
and all was darkness.
Next day they fixed it all up and
Clara got her dining room clock.
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