The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-11-26

what puzzles me Is that she always
seems disappointed when there's noth-
ing in the post frcm him, and here's
cablegram that might be the very
thing she's looking for and she pays
no attention to 1t. 1t certainly beats
me-"
"You know what puzzles me more
than anything else? I've said 1t
hundred times She never goes outside
this house-except in the garden-day
or night. You'd think she was an In
valid-or afraid Of detectives or some
thing like that. God knows she amt
a sick woman. never saw a healthier
one. Rain or shine. winter or summer
she walks up and down that courtyard
till you'd think she'd wear a path In
the stones. Eats like soldier. laughs
like kid, and I'll bet she sleeps like
one, she's so fresh and bright-eyed In
the morning."
"Well, I've got this to say. Joe
Riggs: she has been uncommonly de-
cent to you after the way you used
to treat her when she first came here.
She's made you feel everlastingly
ashamed Of your idiotic behavior"
Il beg your pardon. Danbury," ex-
claimed Mr.. Riggs, striking the table
with his bony knuckles so violently
that the books and magazines bounced
into the air. Don't you ever say any
thing like that again to me. It's
against the rules for me to call you
scoundrelly liar or I'd do 1t in Sec
ond."
For your sake. sir. I'm glad It's
against the rules" said Mr.. Dawes,
fiercely. I'm mighty glad"
Mr. Riggs allowed a sheepish grin
to steal over his wrinkled visage. Il
apologize, Danbury."
"And so do l." said his friend. where
upon they shook hands with great cor
diality-as they did at least dozen
times day since the beginning Of the
new regime.
she's the finest, lovellest woman on
earth" said Mr.. Riggs.
II never knew could be so happy
as I've been during the past six
months. Why, this house is like bird
cage filled with canaries. some
times feel like singing my head on
and as for whistling! haven't whis'
tied for years till now. T."
SSH" Kissed Mr.. Riggs. suddenly
backing away from the table and try
ing to affect an unconcerned examina'
ton Of worn spot In the rug.
Mrs. Brood was descending the
stairs, lightly, eagerly. In another In
slant she entered the room.
How nice the FIRE looks" she cried.
crossing the room. Never had she
been more radiantly. seductively beau
tiful than at this very instant my
cablegram-where IL it?"
The old men made q simultaneous
dash for the long.neglected envelope.
Mr. Dawes. being fat and aggressive,
succeeded in being the first to clutch
II In his eager fingers.
Better read It, Mrs. Brood" he
painted, thrusting It into her hand.
Maybe it's bad news"
She regarded him with one Of her
most mysterious smiles. mo. my
friend, 1t is not bad news. It Is good
news. II is from my husband"
But you haven't read II" gasped
Mr.. Riggs.
"Ah, but l know, Just the same" She
deliberately slit the envelope with q
slim finger and held It out to them.
Read II II you like"
They solemnly shook their heads.
too amazed for words. She unfolded
the sheet and sent her eyes swiftly
over the printed contents. Then. TO
their further stupefaction she pressed
the bit Of paper to her red lips. Her
eyes flashed like diamonds.
'Listeni Here IL what it says:
Come by the first steamer. I want
you to come to me. Therese.' And seel
It is signed Your husband"
"Hurrayi" shouted the two old men.
But" she said. shaking her head
slowly, II shall not obey"
What You-you won't gof"
gasped Mr.. Riggs.
mol" she cried. the ring Of tri.
umph In her voice. She suddenly
clapped her hands to her breast and
uttered long. deep sigh of Joy. "No.
| shall not 60 to him."
The old men stared helplessly while
she sank luxuriously into chair and
stuck her little feet out to the Ore.
They felt their knees grow weak I'M
der the weight Of their suddenly inert
bodies.
But, Mrs. Brood. he wants you'll"
came almost In q groan from the lips
of Mr.. Riggs.
She lighted a cigarette. III he wants
me, Mr.. Riggs. let him come and get
me-" she said sending long cloud OF
smoke toward the ceiling as she lay
back In the chair and crossed her
feet in absolute. utter contentment.
"He will come. my dear old friends
oh, am sure that he nill come"
"You-you don't know him. Mrs.
Brood" lamented Mr.. Dawes. He's
made of steel. He"
HE will come and unlock the door.
Mr.. Dawes" said she. serenely. HE Is
also made Of flesh and blood. The
steel you speak Of was in his heart II
has been Withdrawn at last. Ny friends.