The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-10-17

Ton saw her. and smiled. Gene in
and make yourself at home"
Thanks" said Marjorie. bashfully.
4 was looking for my-my--
"Husband?"
my dog"
How is he this morningr-
my dog?"
Your husband"
pected."
Where did you get that love OF q
waist?" Mrs. Wellington laughed.
''Mrss Temple lent 1t to me. Isn't
1t sweet?"
Exquisite! The latest Ypsilant1
mode"
Marjorie, suffering almost moro
acutely from being badly frocked than
from being duped In her matrimonial
hopes, threw herself on Mrs. Yelling
tons mercy.
I'm so unhappy in this. Couldn't
you lend me or sell me something a
little smarter?"
I'D love to, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Wellington, but left home on short
notice myself. | shall need all my
divorce trousseau In Reno. Otherwise
-I-but here's your husband. You
two ought to have some place to
spoon. I'll leave you this whole room"
And she swept out, nodding to NAL
lory, who had OWNED Marjorie's
| presence, and felt the need OF being
near her, though he also felt tho need
of finishing the story OF the great
ball game. Husbandlike. he felt that
he was comforting sufficient courtesy
| In throwing casual smile across the
| top OF the paper.
Marjorie studied his motley garb.
! and her own, and groaned:
We're 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
a thing?' still from behind the paper.
Well, Mrs. Wellington said we
ought to have some place to spoon.
and she went away and left us. and
there you stand-and-"
This pierced even the baseball
news, and he threw his arms around
her with glow OF devotion.
She snuggled closer, and cooed:
Aren't we having nice long engage
ment? We've travelled million
miles, and the preacher isn't in sight
| =
wedding announcements?"
No was reading about the most
wonderful exhibition. Matte was In
the box-and in perfect form"
Matter" Marjorie gasped uneas-
lily.
Mattel" he raved. land in perfect
form"
| And now the hidden serpent OF jeal.
| ousy, which promised to enliven their
future, lifted its head for the first
| time, and Mallory caught his first
| glimpse OF an unsupported member
! OF their household. Marjorie demand
! ed with an ominous chill:
And who's Matter. Some former
| sweetheart of yours?"
MY DEAR" laughed Mallory.
Il
But Marjorie was up and away,
with apt temper: $50 Matte was in
| the box, was she? What is 1t to you,
where she sits? You dare to read
about her and rave over her perfect
form, while you neglect your wife-or
| your-oh, what am l, anyway"
Mallory stared at her in amaze
ment. He was beginning to learn
what ignorant heather women are
concerning SO many Of the gods and
demi-gods Of mankind. Then, with a
tenderness he might not always show.
he threw the paper down and took
her in his arms: You poor child.
Matte Is a mana pitcher-and you're
the only woman | ever loved--and
you are liable to be my wife any
minute"
The explanation was sufficient and
she crawled into the shelter of his
arm with little noises that served for
apology, forgiveness and reconcilia-
ton. Then he 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"
MarJorie's nerves were frayed by
too much enduring, and 1t took only q
word to set them Jangling: IF you
say minister to me again. I'll scream"
Then she tried to control herself with
a polite: Where is the next stop?"
Ogden
where's that? On the map!''
well. It's in Utah."
UTAH" she groaned. They mar
ry by Wholesale there. and we can't
even get sample"
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