Ashland tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1876-1919, 1912-10-07


never return to him.
Most men would have looked upon
this kicking of the matrimonial traces
on the part Of his running mate as a
very serious matter and would have
gone after his wife to try to pacify her
or to upbraid her; but. as | have said.
Phil had an old mans head on
young mans shoulders. He did moth
ing of the kind. Rosalind expected
him to follow her and either beg for
pardon or reproach her. She looked
Tor MIN as soon as he had had time TO
come after reaching home She kept
her eyes on the clock. watching the
dragging minute hand. thinking at
times that its movement had ceased.
and every minute after Phil had had
ample time to reach her was one of
agony. She stood at a window, where
she could look out on the street and
watch the clock at the same time, and
every time she heard football on the
sidewalk her heart began to beat like
a drum The day died. darkness fell.
and no repentant husband
When her father came in he was in
formed by his wife that their daughter
had been driven out of her home by q
brutal husband. He had "been there"
himself when a young man and did
not take so radical view of the mat
ter. When his wife urged him to seek
| Phil and either bring him to reason
or horsewhip him he said:
Il will have nothing to do with the
matter, and my advice to you is to
keep out of IL yourself"
For two days Mr., Scrimser held the
| two women down-he said afterward
1t was like sitting on the lid of a boil
ing kettle-and then a terrible looking
communication came for Mrs. Ormsly
with an awful triplet of names in the
left hand upper corner. "Crawshaw,
Brinkerhoff & Snafield. Attorneys and
Counselors at Law" Rosalind col
lapsed. Her mother famed her and
put smelling bottle under her nose.
Her father was not in the house.
Finally the young wife started up
and tore the envelope to tatters. There
was enough of the contents hanging
together to show that the firm had
been retained by Philip Ormsly, her
husband. to enter suit against her
for divorce on account of desertion.
Mrs. Ormsby put hat on her head
wrong end forward-jabbed a spike in
it and in as quick time as she could
get there was in the office of Messrs
Crawshaw, Brinkerhoff & Snaffield
After sending in her name she was
ushered into the private office of Mr.
Snaffield, of whom she had heard her
husband speak as one of his acuuaint-
ances.
II came to ask" she said. plucking
up an appearance of severity. "the ma
ture of these proceedings for which
you have been retained"
Mr.. Snaf1ield tapped n silver bell A
hungry looking clerk with complex
ion as yellow as paper a century old
came in and was instructed to bring
the papers In re Ormsby versus
Ormsby"
Il care nothing about the horrid pa.
pers." said the lady. knocked from her
equanimity at the mere mention of the
"in re-" 81 wish to know whether this
suit has actually been begun in the
courts
Our business is very extensive" re
piled the lawyer ut is impossible foT
us to keep track of all our cases. The
papers will show
Il wish an interview with my hus,
band"
AN interview between you and the
plaintiff can only be arranged with his
consent. and we have at present no
instructions on the subject. Meanwhile
II you desire to transmit any PROPOSE
ton for either reconciliation or settle
ment out of court to Mr.. Ormsby il
can be done through our firm"
DO you suppose" cried the wife
fiercely, that | would approach my
welded husband through a firm con
sisting Of three men with such fright.
full string of names as wshaw
Brinkerhoff & Snaffield?"
Pardon me, madam, you forget that
we are Mr., Ormsby's attorneys and
are in duty bound to protect him."
Protect him! DO you suppose wish
to tear him to pieces? Oh. rly good
ness gracious! | shall 90 wild with all
! this horrid law formality."
by no means, madam. But we must
have rules of procedure, and cannot
have special rule for each case. Some
of our clients in the divorce courts
would not meet husband or wife on
| any account. We do not know that
| Mr.. Ormsby would wish to avoid meet
| ing you, but
Il demand to see my husband. |
don't wish to create a scene in his of
fee. and l would not be likely to find
him at our home. II you don't ar
range
The door opened and Phil Ormsby
entered
Hello! Snaff, what's required?"
-"Oh, Phil" exclaimed his wife. how
can you treat me so?"
Mr.. Snaffield left the room.
How treat you SOP
Begin this horrid divorce business.
no withdraw II and lpt's forpnt and