The Glenwood post., 1916-11-11
SUPPER FOR Two.
BY EARL sILvERs.

never liked MIN ana never
WILL" he said. II hope that we shah
never see him again."
t"There is really no need to worry"
Mrs. Jack answered, placidly. "Bert
has gone into business in Chicago and
doesn't expect to come East for
years."
After that the other mans name
was not mentioned in the Abbott
household. Mr.. and Mrs. Jack lived
in blissful peace
But one afternoon in early summer
Mr.. Jack reached home at about
three o'clock. He had hoped to find
Olive ready and willing for a set or
two Of tennis before supper, but he
was doomed to disappointment. No
Olive awaited him.
did Mrs Abbott say where she was
Roing7" he asked the maid.
Eyes, SIR" the girl answered. "She's
gone to the city and will not be back
until this evening. She told me to
tell you that you had better eat supper
alone"
Mr.. Jack frowned. Tennis seemed
suddenly to have lost its charm, so he
wandered into the library in search
of a book with which to while away
the time. On the open desk In the
corner he saw a letter addressed to
his wife. The handwriting looked un-
familiar, and he absentmindedly
picked up the envelope. Moved by a
sudden impulse, he slipped out the
single sheet of paper it contained and
glanced over its contents.
Suddenly his eyes contracted, his
lips forming in straight, thin line.
he read the letter carefully, from be-
ginning to end, an expression Of won
der on his clean-cut face.
Dear Olive" he read, Il shall be in
New York Wednesday for days WIS.,
it. Then 1 must hurry back to Chi
cago. But before I 60, I simply must
ley's at four o'clock? I'VE can have a
little supper for two and talk over old
times. Hurriedly yours, Bert"
For long time Mr.. Jack Abbott
gazed at the writing before him. 1t
seemed hard to believe that his wife
would disregard his wishes; would ac-
'cept an invitation from a man whom
she knew he did not approve of. But
she had done it. The letter and her
absence were conclusive evidence.
Mr.. Jack neither read nor played
that afternoon. He walked from the
library to the porch and into the H.
library again.
When Mrs. Jack reached home, he
had worked himself into an unusual
state of mind. But he resolved to be
calm.
Hello, dear" There was not the
slightest hint of guilt In Mrs. Jacks
big blue eyes. 'Tm sorry l couldn't
get home. but l promised very dear
friend that I would dine out"
"Where did you go?"
ITO Manley's"
"Oh, supper for two, eh?" He
could not keep the sneer out, of his
voice, and she looked at him in won.
der.
whats the matter. dear?" she
asked. Didn't you want me to go?'
He smiled grimly at her apparent
Innocence.
1Ou hHOw uOW 1etl dDOul SuCA
things" he answered, with hint Of
dignity in his tone.
II didn't think you'd care at ALL"
She seemed puzzled.
Didn't think I'd care!' He flushed
angrily.
"Other people do it." Her tone was
a trifle defiant. II don't see why
should not?"
YES" he said cynically, "in these
modern times woman may do al
most anything. But you know how
feel toward the man, and think that
you might at least have said some
thing to me about 1t before meeting
him." .
II don't know what you mean" She
looked at him wonderingly.
There's no use in beating about the
bush." He arose. perhaps shouldn't
have done 1t, but read letter Of
yoyrs which you left on the tabfe::n
"What letterT
ut was from Bert Overton, asking
you to have supper with him tonight"
Suddenly Mrs. Jack burst into peals
@laughter, her husband watching her
with amazement. Finally she checked
herself.
"You foolish man." she said. "Did
you think Bert Overton wrote that
tetter7"
'Think" Her laughter angered
him. Cant read?"
Listen, dear" She placed her hand
on his arm. "That letter Is from Ru-
berta Spencer, college friend Of
mine. We always called her Bert,
and I haven't seen her for years, be-
cause as soon as she graduated she
went to Chicag0" fl.A A.....
"Ohl" Mr.. Jack smiled rather
shamefacedly. 'Im sorry, dear" He
placed his hand over hers. "If you