New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-07-17

not tickle his neck. a
Mrs. Whitcomb went on. leaning
closer; We two poor mistreated
wretches must try 70 console one an.
other. mustn't wei"
! "Yes.-yes.-we must" Wellington
nodded. with sickly cheer.
Mrs. Whitcomb leaned . little
closer. DO you know that feel d.
most related to you. Mr. Wellington
.Related?" he echoed, ''youEto
me! How?"
my husband knew your wife "a
we'll"
Somehow . wave Of jealous rage
surgsd over him. and he. growled:
"Your husband 10 . scoundrel."
Mrs. Whitcomb's smile turned to
vinegar: "Oh. can't permit you to
SANDER the poor boy behind his back.
It was all your wife's fault" 4
Wellington amazed himself BY his
own bravery when he heard himself
volleying back: "And can't permit
you to SANDER my wife behind her
back. 1t was oil your husbands
fault"
Mrs. Jimmie> overheard this behind
her back, and it strangely thrilled
| her. She ignored Ashton's existence
end listened for Mrs. Whitc0mb's p0xS
retort. It consisted Of simple, icy
drawl: II think I'll 60 to breakfast"
She seemed to pick up Ashton with
her eyes as she glided by, for, finding
col h4 mi a
careless: Il think I'll go to break
fast" and followed Mrs. Whitcomb.
The Wellingtons sat dos.a-dos for
some exciting seconds, and then on al
sudden impulse. Mrs. Jimmie rose.
knelt in the seat and spoke across the
back of It.: g-. s.
1T was very nice Of you to defend
me, Jimmie-er-James." >......
Wellington almost dfsIocated sew,
eral joints in rising quickly and whirl-
Ing round at the cordially OF her
tone. But his smile vanished at her.
last word. He protested, feebly:
James sounds 20 like 81 butler.
Cant you call me Little Jimmie
again!" ..s..a... BID.
Mrs. Wellington smiled indulgent-
": We'll, since it's the last time.
Goodbye. Little Jimmie And she
put out her hand. He seized it hum
grily and chung to It: "Good-bye!-
aren't you getting OF 1T Reno?''
Eyes. but" H. ..
80 am I-Lucretia.''
But We can't AFFORD TO be seen TO.
gether."
Still holding her hand, he tempo
rized: We've got to stay married for
nix months at least-while We estab-
lish q residence. Couldn't we-er-
couldn't We establish q residence or
together" es.s
Mrs. Wellington's eyes grew . little
sad, as she answered: 1T would be
too lonesome waiting for you to roll
home" a;a- e.=vgg .ss s.~.
Jimmie stared at her. He felt the
regret in her voice and took strange
courage from 1t. He hauled from his
pocket his huge flask, and said quick
": well. II you're jealous of this,
I'll promise to cork 1t up forever"
She shook her head skeptically:
You couldn't"
Just to prove It," he said. I'LL
chuck 1t out of the window" He
lung up the sash and made ready to
hurl his enemy into tho flying land
scape. <-,.
"Bravo!" cried Mrs. Wellington.
But even as his hand was about to
let go, he frightened his clutch again,
and pondered: 1T seems Q shame to
waste It," a..s.
Il thought So" said Mrs. Jimmie,
dropping perceptibly. Her husband
began to feel that, after all, she cared
what became Of him.
I'll tell you," he said, I'LL give it
to old Doc Temple. He takes his
straight"
'Fine!" .......
He turned towards the seat where
the clergyman and his wife were sit.
ting, oblivious of the drama OF recon
playing SO close at hand.
Little Jimmie paused, caressed the |
flask, and kissed Il. Goodbye, old |
Then, tossing his head
with bravado, he reached out and
the clergyman's shoulder. DIR.
Temple turned and rose with q ques-
!ioning look. Wellington put tho flask
u his hand and chuckled: Merry
. z - VII
But, my good man" the preacher
objected. finding in his hand q dona-
ion about rs welcome and As wieldy
ls strange baby. Wellington winked:
1t may come In handy for-your
,atients"
And now, struck with sudden
dea, Mrs. Wellington spoke: oh,
drs. Temple" .:#...
yes. my DEAR" said the little old
ady, rising. Mrs. Wellington placed
a her hand a small portfolio and
aughed: Happy New Year," |
Mrs. Temple stared at her gift and
asped: Great heavens! Your Gig.
rs!"
They'll be such q consolation"
fra WollinUton ovnlofnod sswhilA tho !