The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1911-05-30
HOW He WAS TRAPPED.
Fidsety Husband Gets Worse Than hi

She-They suit me well enough.
He-But they don't suit me.
She--They'fe not meant to. They're
my pens, and that's my table too,
He-Yes, and it's the waggliest lit
tie humbng of writing table l ever
sat at,
She Don't You dare to say another
word against my pet table. 1t wasn't
meant for your great sprawly hand
writing. Besides. any self respecting
writing table would object to man
who wears hobnailed boots on his
feet
He You don't want me to wear
them on my hands, do you?
She-Charles. this is getting serious.
Your must check this fatal tendency
TO be humorous tn wreck
He Do. for heavens sake, give me
one minute of complete silence. How
do you expect me to finish this letter
If You keep on talking all the time?
She-Bless you, don't mind wheth-
er you finish 1t or not Anyhow, I'm
going, I've got to see Lady Lampeter
at half past 3, and It's nearly that al
ready
He Does Parkins know you're going
ont?
Sho-Ye-es; at least told Polly to
tell him. But then this is Parkins' sa-
cred time, He always locks himself
MP in the pantry for an hour every
afternoon and goes to sleep, and there's
dreadful trouble IL he's disturbed
HeWell I hope he won't let any
body In on me.
She You've only got to go into your
library and you'll be quite safe.
Helm going to finish this letter
here whatever happens Besides. he'd
track me into the library just the
same.
She Well I'm Off. Be good and
write prettity.
Exit she. He heaves sigh Of reaief
aud continues writing.
Parkins Throwing open the door,
Mrs Boxer and Miss Hepplethwag!
He glares balefully st Parkins and
then with a swift change composes his
face into a cheerful welcome as two
ladies Of mature age and of an aspect
both genial and severe are ushered
into the room.
He-How do you do. Mrs. Boxer
How do you do. Miss Heppiewing?
Mrs. Boxer Hepplethwaite. My sis.
ter, Miss Heppethwaite.
He-Ah, yes, of course. How do you
do, Miss Hepplethwaite? I'm so sorry,
but my wife has only this moment
gone out.
Mrs. B.-We're very sorry, I'm sure.
He-She can't have got to the bot
tom of the garden yet. Perhaps IL
were to run after her l could catch
her.
Mrs. B.--Pray pray, Mr.. Bromley,
do not give yourself the trouble. We
couldn't dream Of it.
Hell could do 1t easily, you know.
Mrs B.-Oh, dear. no! We shall no
doubt have further opportunities OF
seeing Mrs. Bromley.
He-0f course, Of course. Won't you
sit DOWN.
Mrs b. and Miss H.--Oh, thank you.
(They sit)
Helm sure it's very good of you
TO call
Mrs. B.-These little return couTte.
sizes are, OF course, essential.
He-Oh, yes, Of course.
Mrs. B.-Especially on the part Ut
newcomers like ourselves.
He-Yes, of course, I'm sure I'm.
that is--how does Lowmead strike you?
It's small place, isn't It?
Mrs. B.-That is exactly what / was
saying to Matilda as we came along.
Lowmead, said, is small place,
much smaller than Marlborough,
where we have hitherto resided, and II
is necessary to be careful, did | not
Matilda?
Miss H.-Yes; we both thought it a
small place.
He-Yes; I'm afraid there's no doubt
about it. 1t is small place.
Mrs. B.4Do you know Mantlebor.
ough. Mr.. Bromley?
Helms sorry to say don't. Charm
ing place, isn't It?
Mrs. BIO some 1t may be, but we
had to leave 1t on account Of the new
vicar.
He Really? I'm awfully sorry. Bad
lot. was he?
Mrs. B.--No, not that, Mr.. Bromley,
| am thankful to say, but high, dread
fully high. ,.@s 1, Il
He--Ah, they Will be like that some
times. But you're safe In Lowmead.
Our mans as sound as they make 'en
In that way.
Mrs. B.--That is what really attract
ed us to Lowmead.
He-Won't you have some tea?
Mrs. B.--Thank you, Mr.. Bromley,
but pray do not give yourself the trou-
Bile.
He-No trouble. I'm sure. HE
ringsl a,ss1r ~H,ts. ..W
Parkins Opening the door)--Did you
ring, sir? lGa 93
He (glaring)--Y Yes. Tea for three and
look sharp Cro Mrs. b. Yes, as you
say, Lowmead ia small place, but
the wears low church, and that makes
up for lot.
Mrs B,-Indped II doas TI,eft con.