The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-07-30


Dominick sent a lazily disparaging
glance over the books. He was not
much Of reader at the best Of times.
What are they" he said, novels ?"
Mostly" She sat down by the
table and took up the volume nearest
to her. Here's Tale Of Two Cities
That's fine one"
I've read it. Yes, it's splendid. It's
all about the French Revolution. The
hero's like a real person and heroes
In books hardly ever are, only I'd have
liked him better if he'd stopped drink
ing and married his girl"
Il thought perhaps you might like
me to read to you," she said, turning
tentative glance on him. That's
how | was going to amuse and instruct
you"
I'm sure it would be much more
amusing and probably just as instruc-
tive II you talked to me-"
You've got to stay down here two
hours. How could talk and be anus
ing and instructive for two hours?
You'd probably have a relapse and
I'm quite sure the doctor'd find me in
dead faint on the hearth when he
came in"
"All right. Let's try the books.
Don't let's risk relapses and dead
faints."
Very well, then, that's understood.
Well go through the library now. I'll
read the titles and you say If you like
any of them"
Suppose don't?'
You'll surely have a preference"
"All right. I'll try to. Go on"
Here's Foul Play by Charles
Reade. 1t seems to have been a good
deal read. Some Of the paragraphs
are marked with a pencil"
IT think I've read it, but I'm not
sure. 1t sounds like a murder story.
No, let's pass on that"
"Well, here's Mrs. Skaggs' Hus-
bands by Bret Harte. Does that sound
as if you'd like it?"
Husbands! No. We don't want
to read about a woman who has hus-
bands: Pass on that, too"
The next is very nicely bound and
looks quite fresh and new, as If no.
body had reach 1t much. It's called
The Amazing Marriage"
ooh, pass on that! I had 1t once
and stuck in the third chapter. The
last time / went East somebody gave
it to me to read on the train. I read
three chapters and was more amazed
than anybody in sight. The porter
was fresh coon and / gave 1t to him
as my revenge. I'll bet 1t amazed
him"
you don't seem to have anything
in the nature Of a preference, so far.
1 wonder how this will suit you.
'Notre Dame de Paris" by Victor
Hugo"
II don't understand French"
TITS English and it's quite worn out
| as if 1t had been read over and over.
Several Of the pages are falling out
ooh, I've read that. just remem.
Der. It's a rafting good story, too
About the hunchback and the gypsy
| girl who tells fortunes and has a pet
| goat. The priest, who's villain. falls
| off the steeple and clings to a gutter
| by his finger nails with his enemy
watching him. It's the finest kind of
| a story"
What a pity that you've read it!
| Oh, here's one that's evidently been
great favorite. It's in paper and
it's all thumbed and torn. Some
body's written across the top, OF all
the damned fool people,. Oh, beg
your pardon, read it before I real
lied. The name is Wife in Name
Only 1t doesn't seem the kind of
title that makes you want to read the
book, does it?'
"'Wife in Name Only!'" he gave a
short laugh. ct certainly isn't the
kind of name that would make me
want to read book"
Nor me-" said deep voice behind
them.
They both turned to see Buford, the
actor, standing back Of the table, his
tall, angular figure silhouetted
against the pale oblong Of the incur.
tanned window. He was smiling
suavely, but at the same time with a
sort Of uneasy, assumed assurance
which suggested that he was not un'
used to rebuffs."
THAT, certainly" he said, is not a
name to recommend a book to any
man-any man, that is, who has OF
ever had a wife"
He advanced into the circle Of the
freight, blandly beaming at the young
man, who, leaning back in his chair
was eying him with surprised inquiry
never having seen him before. The
look did not chill the friendly effusion
Of the actor who, approaching Domi
nick, said with the full, deep resonance
Of his remarkable voice:
congratulations, my dear sir, con
CALCULATIONS. Not alone on your re
covery, but on the fact that you arc
here with us at ALL" He held out his
large hand, the skin chapped and red
with the cold, and the long fingers
closed with wrenching grip on Dom
1nick's. 1--WE were not sure, when you
arrived among US a few nights ago
that we would have the felicity Of
seeing you so soon up and around
In fact, We were doubtful whether We
would ever see you up and around"
Thanks, very kind Of you. oh, I'm
Sll right now" Domtnick pressed the