The Washington times., 1915-01-05
Peters Adventures
In Mdtrimony
BY LEoNA DALRYMpLE.
copy',. 1915. Newspaper Feature serv!cc) }
NO. lG5.
Your FRIEND MIR. CAREY"

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Your FRIEND MIR. CAREY"
7 GREW stronger steadily now. one
afternoon was SO much better
i that resignng me to Mary's care
entirely. Dad insisted that mother
go with him for some air. II has been
habtt Of hers for years to drive aith
MIN on his rounds among mis- patients,
making smiling .pretense Of holding
the old mare. whom nothing short Of a
cannon shot could bctray into a gallon,
and. incidentally. cndeariny herself TO
the hearts of everybody by O. habit of
sympathy. largely maternal.
They were no sooner out Of the house
than the doorbcll rang. had a ahivcr
OF apprehension when | heard the voice
Of Mrs: Foster in the library. Save for
the night she had telephoned, Mary had
heard nothing at all from her. and we
had both felt the accounting about
Carey must come sooner or later. Only
Mary's illnesa and my own had saved
How do you do"" heard Mrs. Los
, ter say formally. IL understand you
have been very ill. and SO has Mr..
Hunt
oh" broke in Mary eagerly. her
quite all right now. and Peter is ever
so much better. tits very nice Of
I've been meaning to come for sew
cral weeks" came Mrs Fosters meas
urcd voice with deadly calm, but I un-
dcrstood that your mother was denying
everybody at the door,
~ was SO nervous" put in Mary.
that was the reason. II simply
couldn't have seen anyone. And Peter
him.
"Im so very sorry. The whole town
Is sympathizing with him. said Mrs.
Foster. and could have thrash he'd her
c<, H1 t,,Gt I al RI he
| cold control of her voice. For all the
| formal constraint Of the two women in
the library. however, the atmosphere
| was somehow electric.
to do. was stiu weak and unable to
walk very well II deliberately in
jectcd myself into the dialogue beyond
IN the library it would be the gallant.
the other hand. it might make matters
worse. No matter what Mary and
might chirp in duet. everything was on
the side of Mrs. Foster. Mary had lied
to her. Mary had socially introduced at
her home, the lodger who had turned out
t" he G. thief Mary had engineered the
match which betrothcd Mrs. Fosters
niece to Donald Carey, thief, lodger, and
my avowed best friend.
| ! sighed and resigned the fight to
Mary. After all it was up to her
shall never forget the sweet acidity OF
the dialogue which followed: How two
women could keep calmly to common
| places when each was mentally pre-
pairing for the great spring ] could not
imagine. Two men would either have
been at each others throats In the
same time or would have had 1t over.
Not so Mary and Mrs. Foster. They
discussed the state of my health and
Mary's. They We're formal and swcel
and delicate.y electric. I grew nervous
wondering who would break through
that polished surface first. Would 1t be
| Mrs. Foster. who was SO politely. sc
| surely in control Of the painful situa-
ton! or Mary. for whom my heart hon
, estiy achcd. she was 20 eager 20 plea Sc
So iugratiating In hcr manner? How Il
| must have hnmbled her silly pr1do to
face Mrs. Foster after all thcsc weeks
! There camH a pause. in which I dis,
tinctly heard tho scrapc OF chairs and
tho rustic OF Il wouians gown. iEvi-
dentl. Mrs. Foster he'd exhausted hrI
| polite ioruIallsns and WAS reaJy 70,
the spring Her question, however. va.
| plttcr|r sweet. 1t was
! by the way, have you happeucd ',
hear from your old friend, Mr. Carey?