The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-04-17

| last yfIEs { a-ert East GOMEZ Hdy gavs
1t to me to read on the train. read
three chapters and was more amazed
than anybody in sight The porter
was fresh coon and l gave It to him
as my revenge. III bet it amazed
him."
you don't seem to have anything
in the nature Of a preference. 30 far.
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 ont,
as II 1t had been read over and over.
Several Of the pages are falling out"
"Oh, I've read that Just remem-
Der. It's a rafting good story. too.
About the hunchback and the gipsy
girl who tells fortunes and has a pet
goat The priest, who's a villain, falls
on the steeple and cllngs to . gutter
by his finger nails with his enemy
watching him. It's the finest kind OF
story"
What a pity that you've read itl
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 II before 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
short laugh. "It 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 sec Buford. the
actor, standing back Of the table, his
tall. angular figure silhouetted
against the pale oblong Of the uncur.
tained window. He was smiling
suavely. but at the same time with .
sort Of uneasy, assumed assurance.
which suggested that he was not un
used to rebuffs.
~ At. certainly" he said, '1s not q
name to recommend a book to any
man-any man, that. is, who has or
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. Tho
look did not chill the friendly sffusion
Of the actor who, approaching Domi'
nick, said with the full, deep resonance
of his remarkable voice:
Congratulations, my dear sir, CON
gratulations. Not alone on your 70
covery, but ON the fact that you are
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
inick's. I'VE we're not sure, when you
that we would have the felicity OF
seeing you 80 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
all right now" Dominick pressed the
hand In return and then, bending .
little forward, sent glance Of implor
ing inquiry round the strangers shoul
der at Rose.
She saught the eye, read Its behest.
ond tho
"Mr. Ryan. this Is Mr.. Buford who
Is showed in here with us. Mr.. Blu.
ford came here the same day as you.
only he came on the Murphysville
stage"
Buford sat down between them on
one of the horsehair chairs that were
sociably arranged round the table. The
freight threw into promineilce the
bony angles Of his thin face and
glazed the backward sweep of his
hair, dark brown, and worb combed
away from his forehead, where a paiI
of heavy, flexible eyebrows moved uR
and down like an animated commen
tary on the conversation. When any.
thing surprising was said they went
up, anything puzzling or painful they
were drawn down. He rested one
hand on his knee, the fingers turned
in, and. sitting bolt upright, buttoned
tight into his worn frock-coat, turned
a glance Of somewhat deprecating
amiability upon the invalid.
"You had pretty close call, a.
pretty-close-call," he said. ''If the op-
orator at Rocky Bar hadn't had the
sense to wire up here, that would
have been the end of your life story"
Dominick had heard this from every
member of the snowed-in party. Rep
itition was not making it any more
agreeable, and there was an effect Of
abrupt ungraciousness in his short an
swer which was merely a word Of
comment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)