The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-09

That's all right" said Van
renen with an unwonted hushi-
less In his voice. Cynthia
wouldn't smile IL she hadn't good
news"
Thank Heaven for that! NUT
tered the earl.
II never thought for a minute
that any Frenchman could kin
George" cried Scarland cheer
fully.
On a day In July. a shining
Mercury with the tonneau decor
ously cased In glass for the hour.
drew up at the edge OF red car
pet laid down from surb to state
ly porch of st. Georges, Hanover
Square. and Dale turned grim
ming face to the doorway when
Viscount Medenham led his bride
down the steps through shower
of rice and good wishes.
But II was not until the Mer-
curry was speeding to Scarland
Towers, lent to the happy pair
for the honeymoon while Betty
took the children to recuperate at
the seaside, that Cynthia left she
was really married.
II have a bit of news for YOU"
said her husband. taking a letter
from his pocket.
He had an excellent excuse for
putting his arm round her waist
while he held the open sheet 80
that both might peruse II at the
same time. II ran;
My Dear Viscount-Of
course / meant to kill you,
but fate decided otherwise.
Having failed, however. l
want to tell you, with the
utmost sincerity, that | never
had the slightest intention
of carrying out my abdomin-
able threat In regard to the
fair lady who IL now Wis.,
countess Medenham.
This piece OF information
is my wedding present; II Is
all | can give, because meta
phorically speaking, have
not a sou!
Still. ! am devoid of ran
cor, and mean to keep a
sharp eye for a well-favored
and well-dowered wife; such
one, In fact as you man
aged to snap up under my
very nose.
With a thousand compli-
ments, am
Yours very sincerely,
Edouard Marigny.
=. S.--Devar went steer
age" to the United States
when he heard of our affair.
He thought It was all up
with him.
THE wretch" murmured Gym
thia. Can he really believe even
yet that | would have married
him."
81 don't care tuppence what hc
believes" said Medenham, giving
her a reassuring hug. Don't you
see, my dear, that II Ii hadn't
been for Marigny there was a
chance that | might have left you
at Bristol"
"Never." cooed Cynthia.
well, now | have got you. I
am beginning to imagine all sorts
of terrible possibilities which
might have parted us. remem-
Der thinking, when my foot slip
"Oh. DON'T" she murmured. Il
can't bear to hear of that. Some
times, in Calais. | awoke scream
ing, and then | knew had seen
II in my dreams. There.
you have disarranged my hat
My father told me this
morning that he Is sure he Will
feel very lonely now. He never
meant. he said, to put anyone I'm
my mothers place, but he Will
miss me SO greatly-that, per-
haps. Mrs. Leland"
"By Joye," cried Medenham.
that will be splendid. like
Mrs. Leland. At enc time, Go you
know, | rather fancied she might
become my stepmother, now II
seems shall have to greet her as
mother-in-law. When is 1t to
be-"
Cynthia laughed delightedly.
Father looked so confused
when asked him. Say, wouldn't
1t be a joke if Simmonds brought
them to Scarland Towers one day.
and they were announced by some
solemn footman as Mr.. and Mrs.
Vanrenen'?"
Cynthia, you know" he teas
ed her.
IL don't know, but | am a good
guesser," she said.-
And she was.
THE END.