The Carlisle independent., 1915-07-01

ing in the post from him, and here's a cabegram that might be the very thing she's looking for and she pays no attention to it. It certainly beats me"
 You know what puzzles me moro than anything else? I've said 1t a hundred times. She never goes outside this house-except in the garden-day or night You'd think she was an in- yalid-or afraid of detectives or some thing like that. God knows she ain't 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. Shes made you feel eyerlastingly ashamed of your idiotic behavior
 T beg your pardon. Danbury," ex- claimed MT. Riggs. striking the table with his bony knuckes 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 Q scoundrelly liar or I'd do it in a sec ond"
 For your sake, sir. I'm glad it's against the rules" said MT. Dawes, fiercely. I'm mighty glad"
 Mir. Riggs allowed a sheepish grin to steal over his wrinkled visage. T 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 a day since the beginning of the new regime
 She's the finest loveIiest woman on earth" said Mir. Riggs.
 T never knew I could be so happy as I've been during the past six months. Why, this house is like bird cage filled with canaries. l some times feel like singing my head off and as for whistling! I haven't whis- tied for years till now. r."
 Sh!" hissed MT. Riggs, suddenly backing away from the table and try ing to affect an unconcerned examina7 tion of a worn spot in the rug.
 Mrs. Brood was descending the stairs, lightly, eagerly. In another in- stant 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 eablegram-where is it?"
 The old men made a simultaneous dash for the long-neglected envelope. Mir Dawes, being fat and aggressive, succeeded in being the first to clutch it in his eager fingers.
 Better read it, Mrs. Brood" he panted, thrusting it into her hand. Maybe it's bad news"
 She regarded him with one of her most mysterious smiles. "No. my friend, it is not bad news. It is good news. It is from my husband"
 But you haven't read it." gasped Mir Riggs.
 "Ah, but know, just the same" She deliberately slit the envelope with a slim finger and held it out to them. Read it if you like"
 They solemnly shook their heads, too amazed for words. She unfoIded the sheet and sent her eyes swiftly over the printed contents Then, to their further stupefaetion she pressed the bit of paper to her red lips. Her eyes flashed like diamonds.
 "Listeni Here is what it says: Come by the first steamer. want you to come to me, Therese' And seel It is signed Your husband"
 "Hurray!" shouted the two old men.
 But" she said shaking her head slowly, q shall not obey"
 What! You-you won't go?" gasped Mir. Riggs.
 ''No!" 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. I shall not go to him.
 The old men stared helplessly while she sank luxuriously into chair and stuck her little feet out to the fire. They felt their knees grow weak un- der the weight of their suddenly inert bodies.
 But, Mrs Brood, he wants you!" came almost in a groan from the lips of MT Riggs.
 She lighted a cigarette. 'If he wants me, MT. Riggs, let him come and get me" she said sending a 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 will come"
 "You-you don't know him, Mrs. Brood" lamented MT. Dawes. He's made of steel. He"
 He will come and unlock the door. Mir. Dawes" said she. serenely. "He is also made of flesh and blood. Tho steel you speak of was in his heart, It has been withdrawn at last My friends. he will come and get me-very soon.