The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-09-23
gns's never ~ Hne from HIM.
Maybe this Is something at last"


| Maybe this Is something at last"
What puzzles me is that she always
eeems disappointed when there's moth
ing in the post from him. and here's
a cablegram that might Do the very
thing she's looking for and sSe paya
no attention to 1t. 1t certainly beats
me-"
"You know what puzzles me mors
than anything else? I've said 1t
hundred times. She never goes outside
this house-except in the sardsn-day
or night. You'd think she waa 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 q path In
the stones. Eats like a soldier, laughs
like a kid, and I'll bet she sleeps like
one, she's so fresh and bhSht-eyed In
the morning"
We'll, I've got this 20 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 ererlastingly
ashamed Of your idiotic behavior"
II beg your pardon, Daubury," ex-
claimed Mr.. Riggs. striking the table
with his bony knuckles 80 violsntly
that the books and magazine bouoced
into the air. Don't you ever say 5ny-
thing like that again to me. It's
against the rules for me TO call yvu q
~scoundrelly liar or I'd do It in a Sec
ond."
For your sake, sir. Ina glad It's
against the rules" said Pr. Dawes,
iercely. I'm mighty glas."
Mr.. Riggs allowed a hleepish grin
to steal over his wrinkled visage, Il
apologize, Danbury."
"And so do l." said his friend, where
upon they shook hands with greas cor
diality-as they did at least a dozen
times a day since the Beginning 1t the
new regime.
She's the finest, loy9liest woman on
EARTH" said Mr.. Riggs.
II never knew i coGld be so happy
as I've been durins the past six
months. Why, this house is like q bird
cage filled with canaries. l some
times feel like singing my head Off
and as for whistling! l haven't vhfs-
tied for years till now. l."
Ssh" Kissed Mr.. Riggs. suddenly
backing away from the table and tty-
ing to affect an uuconcerned examiaa-
ton Of a worn spot In the rug.
Mrs. Brood WIS descending me
stairs, lightly, eagerly. In another IN
slant she entered the room.
How nice the fire looks" she crisd,
crossing the room. Never had sAe
been more radiantly, seductively beau
tiful than at this very instant. Wy
cablegram-where Is it?"
The old men made a simultaneous
dash for the l~ong-reglected envelope.
Mr.. Dawes, being fat and aggressive.
succeeded in being the first to clutch
it in his eager fngtrs.
Better read n. Mrs. Brood" he
painted, thrusting It into her hand.
Maybe it's bad naSs."
She regarded HIN with one of her
most mysterious 9miles. mo. my
friend, it is not bad news. 1t is gyod
news. 1t is from ny husband"
But you haven't read it," gasDed
Mr.. Riggs.
"Ah, but / know. !hst the same" SAe
deliberately slit TIRE envelope with a
slim finger and heid it out to them.
Read it 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. to
their further strpefaction she pressed
the bit of paper to her red lips. Her
eyes flashed like diamonds.
Listen! Here Is what it says:
Come by the frs. steamer. l wgnt
you to come to Inc, Therese.' And sseI
1t is signed Your EEsband.'"
"Hurray!" shouted the two OH men.
But" she said, shaking her head
slowly, 81 shall not obey"
What! You-you won't gnt'
gasped Mr.. Riggs.
moi" she criee, the ring Of tf.
umph In her votce. She suddenly
clapped her hands to her breast and
uttered a long, deep sigh of joy. ~No,
| shall not go to HIM"
The old men star5d heipiessly while
she sank luxurious,y into a 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 yoa!"
came almost In \ s1oan from the lips
of Mr.. Riggs.
She lighted a cigarette. "If he wants
me, Mr.. Riggs, let him come and get
me-" she said sending q long cloud OF
smoke toward the ceiling az she hay
back in the chair and crossed her
feet in absolute, litter contentment.
"He will come, my dear old friends
oh, l am sure that he will come"
"You-you don't know him, Mn.
Brood" lamented Mr.. Dawes. He's
made of steel. He"
"He will come and unlock the door.
Mr.. Dawes" said she. ~serenely. He In
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