New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-06-28

"\ow, she cried IN triumph,
well get tea! How
priscd Jack and Eva will be
when they come back, find us
here and tea all ready
Norton smiled grimy. In
his inmost thought he was
wondering what Jack Watts
would do-what any city man would DO who came
home TO find the windows Of his castle blazing with
light after he had left them in darkness For the mo-
mcnt his conscience troubled him; but Dorothy, with a
white apron tied about her waist, pirouetung gay
about the dining room chattcring like a happy child
"Wcn use the bare table she cried, "and | know
where Eva keeps her best drawn doics. We're COM
pany; so well have the best. And the solid silver and
the cut glass salad bowl and the Chinese cups and the
fern dish in the middle -so-and the candles with the
red shades them, and the bcstcst napkins, and
wait till | see what there is 10 eat.
Fred followed her into the kitchen where she was
already exploring the refrigerator "Cold chicken, she
cried "Scc-thcy were expecting us And bowl OF
potato salad and jar Of mayonnaisc and lettuce, and
brown and white bread, and unSatcd butter balls all
made iam cake, picked peaches, and oh cream. She
was going to make coffee for us. You didnt know
could make coffee nor housekccp, noranything ddyou?
The table was spread for four, and looked its best.
The scarlet candcshades threw a ruddy light into the
farhcs corners of the ROOM and outside the rain swrcd
against the windows. 1t was very pretty, very coy,
and well fitted to make the heart OF lover throb with
longing for his own establishment.
Norton took his place at the head Of the table and
his heart eaped at the thought that some day 1t would
always be so.
Listen" said Dorothy. 81 hear wheels. Maybe
lack and Eva have come home in a carriage surely 1t
stopped hcrc;'
Il have no ears for anything but the soothing sound
OF my knife and fork"
Il think hear someone on the back stairs.
Nonsense" laughed Norton. "Iourc nervous to-
\r,y Won lonely here with lust
"Of course" she smiled. Il think I'll 90 and invite
that old thing across the hall to and eat with us
Mr.. Gerald Smithcrton Mopps, said Norton, max
ing his best bow to the imaginary occupant Of one OF
the empty chairs, may give you some chicken? And
in the best circles people don't to the table in their
shir, sleeves
Dorothy gigglcd. Mr. Gerald Smthcrton Mopps"
she began likewise addressing the empty chair, with
her ewes twinkling, may /
THERE was a shrill whistle in the hall, and with one
accord the front and back doors both crashed in.
Three policemen rushed into the dining room, and be
hind thcm pompous important, and nearly bursting
with Joyous excitement was Gerald Smithcrton Mopps.
It's thin, McCarty, its thim-thc same pair Of
diys that's been dom the Sunday night work in this
distrie'-a man an a woman drSscd like a lody an
gnt" And big face grinncd delightcdy
Dorothy was very pale but her eyes cleaned. Sir
she said in a high key this is an outrage"
Norton was angry, but dignicd. "Gentcmcn,' he
said YOU have made a very natural mistake. Mr.. and
Mrs Watts invited this lady and myself 10 this
ing Our hosts being abs undoubtedly on account
OF the rain-we came in and prepared supper Finally
We concluded not to wait any longer Here is my
card. and have other papers here that wldcnly me-