Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-30

| but newspapers. Then Mrs. Welllng'
ton saw her, and smiled: Come in
and make yourself at home"
Thanks" said Marjorie. bashrdlty.
~ was looking for my-my-"
Husband"
My dog"
"How Is he this morning."
My dog?"
Your husband"
"Oh, he's as we'll ns could be eI.
pected"
Where did you get that love OF g
wa!st?" Mrs. Wellington laughed.
Mrs. Temple lent It 10 me. Isn't
it SWEET"
Exquisite! The latest Ypsianti
mode"
Marjorie, suffering almost more
acutely from being badly Grocked than
from being duped in he" matrimonial
hopes, threw herself On Mrs. Yelling
toms mercy.
I'm so unhappy In this. Couldn't
you lend me or sell me something q
little smarter"
7'rd love to, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Wellington, but left home on short
notice myself. [ shall need all my
divorce rousseau in Reno. Otherwise
-l-but here's your husband. You
two ought to have some place 10
spoon. I'll leave you this whole room.
And she swept out, noddlng to NAL
lOry. who had OWNED Mar1orie's
presence, and felt the need OF being
near her, though he also felt the need
OF finishing the story OF the great
ball game. llusbandlike, he felt that
he was comforting sufficient courtesy
in throwing a casual smile across the
top of the paper.
Marjorie studied his motley garb,
and her own, and groaned:
Were sweet looking pair. aren't
WEI"
Mr.. and Miss Fit" said Mallory,
from behind the paper.
"Oh. Harry. has your love grown
cold?" she pleaded
Marjorie, how can you think such
thing" still from behind the paper.
Well, Mrs. Wellington said we
ought to have some place to SPOON
and she went away ane left us, and
there you stand-and-"
This pierced even the baseball
news and he threw his arms around
her with glow of devotion. 80.
She Struggled closer, and cooed:
Aren't we having nice long engage.
ment? We've travelled million
miles, and the preacher isn't in sight
yet. What have YOU been reading
wedding announcements"
Mo- was reading about the most
wonderful exhibition. Matte was in
the box--and in perfect form"
"Matte?" Marjorie gasped uneas-
lily.
Mattel" he raved, land in perfect
FORM"
And now the hidden serpent OF jeal-
ousy. which promised to enIiven their
future, lifted its head for the first
time. and Mallory caught his hrst
glimpse OF an unsupported member
of their household. Marjorie demand
ed with All omlnous chill:
And who's Mattle7. Some former
sweetheart Of yours?'
My DEAR" laughed Mallory.
! But Marjorie was up and away,
with apt temper: so Matte was IN
| the box. was she? What is It to you.
where she sits? You dare to read
about her and rave over her perfect
form, while you neglect your wtfe-or
! your-oh, what am /, anyway"
Mallory stared at her in amaze
ment. lie was beginning to learn
what ignorant heather women are
concerning so many Of the gods and
demi-gods OF mankind. Then, with q
tenderness he might not always show,
he threw the paper down and took
her in bis arms: You poor child.
! Matte is mana pitcher-and you're
the only woman | ever loved-and
you are liable to be my wife any
minute"
The explanation was sufficient. ano
she crawled into the shelter OF bis
arm with little noises that served for
apology. forgiveness and reconcilia'
ton. Then be made the mistake OF
mentioning the sickening topic OF de
ferred hope:
"A minister's sure to get on at the
next stop-or the next
Mariorie's nerves were frayed by
too much enduring, and it took only a
word to set them jangling: If you
say minister to me again, III scream y
Then she tried to control herself With
polite: Where Is the next STOP"
Ogden"
Where's that? On the map!
well, it's in Utah"
"TrtahI" She proaned "rhey mar