The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1911-10-31

Mrs. w.rburton's face shone again.
al. surely" she said, graciossly.. "you hire it
done by an intellectual iniferio.: That is right. That
is what DO. Only" she added with unsonseiou:
her" ~.
1t was plain that she did not. Our visit to Mrs.
Warburton's home had taught Us that.
Toward spring she came to Us less frequently, and
finally did not come at all. In June we had a hur-
ried note from her, explaining that she was leaving
town for the summer. ,r~egretting that time would not
reunion in the autumn when she returned to the city.
Jessiea and ! looked at each other.
She's offended" announced Jessica. positively.
anything nyt aa s asie M heavens manner Have you done
hastily d~isavowed the tacit charge.
"You. perhaps. with your blunt speeches." I sug-
Jessica smiled in her most superior fashion.
my blunt speeches" she repeated. "Grace War
burton has said more brutal things to me in one
It we put our minds to it. That was one of her
charms" she added. reAectively:
/! sighed. tor this was true. No amount Of pllain,
usually harmonious.
Have we begun to bore her. do you thinks" l
hazarded. Jessica turned upon me an expression
made up. in equal parts, of human evaporation and
Christian forbearance.
She has read our textbooks and she thinks we're
literary" To this retort a reverential silence seemed
the only fitting tribute, and I gave it.
We discussed Mrs. Warburton's letter further for
q few moments; even, casually, for q few weeks.
Then. leaving town ourselves, our mental picture of
her faded into a dim background, in the darkest re-
1t was not until the following November that Mrs.
Warburton emerged from the obscurity in which,
so to speak, she had been enveloped. We were back
in the city, and our editor friend casually mentioned,
during q call one afternoon, that the distinguished
apostle OF sex equality had married. We gasped in
unison ai;s2n.
Our guest confessed that the details had escaped
1T was done pretty quietly. I fancy" he haz.rded.
1T would have to be, wouldn't it, in the circuun-
stances? Wouldn't she be guyed a lot, and all that,
for going back on her colors?"
;,v we ;ecT Ro;nt: q. out ut that ma rim did not neeessar-
tions.
Probably her husband is in sympathy with them,
planned. "But it's odd she didn't tell US. I'd like to
see her again." -
T., The wish evidently fingered in the mind Of our
editor, for a fortnight later he presented us with
Mrs. Warburton's new address, which he had secured
from her publishers. "
Il forgot to ask her present name" he admitted,
know there. of course, who she is"
Jessica and ! hesitated a week more over the little
slip of paper.
II suppose we really ought to keep away" muir
INJURED at last. "And yet With any one but Mrs.
W!arburton this silence would naturally suggest a
willingness to be deprived Of the delights Of our
~ "ASt AZ ~ Audy llS0H a OOZen Ot0ee
thinss-poverty. a fear that we will misunderstood
her. or some such reason. On the whole. I think
we ought to look her up"
did, the next day, choosing the late afternoon
for our call. 1t was not difficult to find - East
Sixty-fourth Street, which proved to be an extremely
.npreten n;os apartment house with rows Of FIRE
itor, who opened the door and promptly wiped his
hand on the side Of his trousers after doing so, knew
where Mrs. Warbutron lived.
"Up three flights. first door t the left" were hi.
terse directions. We followed them. A knock at
the door brought forth presently the sound Of un-
"But one moment" said a familiar voice. "Ah.
mon Dies. zose darknessesl" The doorway opened
and the subdued light of the hallway fell on the
flushed deeper for a moment, then beamed upon Us.
Both his hands came forth in eager greeting. Ex.
eitedly. deliightedly; with. many sesticulations and
much speech, he ushered US in.
planned. happily: zen 9zsn4 she COM s's to US. on III 'f Il I s tsi
hair zat you are here. so,mezins burn. ee,toinsment.
hair. and she improve-mon Diea, 'ow Eat woman i'm
prove! It was &c miracle. o,oiment."
we sought to leave, explaining that we would
US into a tiny "'parlor," in, which, among other
things. we recognized the dim brass Of the samovar
be. ml m,d % az hrish,s, former 70 m hon home. some effort had
Aushes on its cheek. '-
. W. ave s,t no (: GAe:. explained our host, with artle..
she wash. she scrub. 1t iss her wish. teach hair.
we ave not much of ze American dollaire noiste-
nonf. Later zey come, 0Hi."
He continued to beam upon US, his slippered feet
resting comfortably. on a hassock before him, his
shabby smoking-jacket unbuttoned for greater com.
fort. The pipe he had put down at our entrance
lay on the floor. smelling horribly. From the kitchen.
at the end OF the hall, came the clatter of dishes. the
brisk opening and closing of stovedoors, the sound
OF swift footsteps moving to and fro. An odor of
boiling onions was waited to our ~nostrils, together
Win the unmistakable scent of something burning.
OR hosts jaw dropped as this last was borne In.
1T burn..somezing," he murmured; "t always
nurn-somezing. But she Improve. oai, oai, she
Mr.. Warburton-no, Madame Olivier henceforth
came to the door at this moment, and, b%eholding
us, stood there for a trans6xed second. She was
enveloped in a huge calico apron; a cap was on her
head, and she vaguely held a kitchen towel in her
turning first to one and then to- &, the other in%e Of io us ne.
radiant brown eyes and her queer crooked smile.
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