The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-07-15
She's never had iire from him
Maybe this is something at last"

She's never had iine from him
Maybe this is something at last"
what puzzles me is that she always
seems disappointed when there's moth
ing in the post from 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 a
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 nows she amt
sick woman. neve saw 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 a 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 a
scoundrelly liar or I'd do 1t in a sec
ond."
For your sake, sir, I'm glad it's
against the rules" said Mr.. Dawes,
flercely. I'm mighty glad"
Mr.. Riggs allowed sheepish grin
to steal over his wrinkled visage. 81
apologize, Danbury."
And so do J." said his friend, whero-
upon they shook hands with great cor
diality-as they did at least a dozei
times a day since the beginning of the
new regime.
shes the finest, lovellest woman on
earth" said Mr.. Riggs.
81 never knew could be so happy
as I've been during the past six
months. Why, this house is like bird
cage filled with canarles. ! some
times feel like singing my head off
and as for whistling! haven't whis'
tied for years till now. /"
"Sh!" Kissed Mr.. Riggs, suddenly
backing away from the table and try
ing to affect an unconcerned examina'
tlon 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 is it?"
The old men made simultaneous
dash for the long-neglected envelope.
Mr.. Dawes, being fat and aggressive,
succeeded in being the first to clutch
1t 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. 1t is from my husband"
But you haven't read it," gasped
Mr.. Riggs
"Ah, but know, just the same" She
deliberately slit the envelope with a
slim finger and held it out to them
Read 1t If 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, tc
their further stupefaction she pressed
the bit of paper to her red lips. Hell
eyes flashed like diamonds.
Listen! Here is what II says:
Come by the first steamer. | want
you to come to me, Therese,' And see!
It is signed Your husband"
"Hurray!" shouted the two old men
But" she said, shaking her head
slowly, 81 shall not obey"
What! You-you won't go?'
gasped Mr.. Riggs.
mol" she cried, the ring of tri
umph in her voice. She suddenly
clapped her hands to her breast ant
uttered long. deep sigh OF Joy. mo
shall not go to him."
The old men stared helplessly while
she sank luxurlously into chair ant
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'll
came almost in groan from the lip,
of Mr.. Riggs.
She lighted cigarette. 'If he wants
me, Mr.. Riggs, let him come and ge
me-" she said sending long cloud Of
smoke toward the ceiling as she lay
back in the chair and crossed hei
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 Mr.. Dawes. He,
made of steel. He"
"He will come and unlock the door
Mr.. Dawes" said she, serenely. "He ii
also made of flesh and blood. Tn,
steel you speak of was in his heart. l
has been withdrawn at last My friends
he will come and get me-yery soon
Ring for Jones, please"
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