San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-04

voice; "she married a very dear
friend of NINE"
Tina's mouth had dropped slight
ly at the corners.
"She's married-is she?"
"She's widow" said Hum
phrey. 81 had a letter from my
mother about her as recently as
yesterday. Wanted to know if |
could do anything for her. I'll
write to her tonight and ask her
to come down." He was still glanc-
ing at the detestable newspaper
and pretending not to mark the
quivering of her lips. {.
What salary should | offer her,
Tina?" he asked abruptly. "You
thought l paid the last one too
much"
II wish we hadn't got rid of
her." said Tina, lamely. "This
widow. | suppose it's all
right"
"Why shouldn't it be all right,
Tina?" he asked. adding cuttingly,
sin this age of broadmindedness -
Tina shrugged her little Shout
ders. What fool she was making
of herself! His mother had written
to him about this widow! From
that village in the north, where the
marriage took place, and the hob
h&dehoys gathered around the
church door! She could visualize
the sort of woman with whom his
mother would associate. Miranda!
Sounded like mittens and woollles
and crochet hooks, and red flannel
O. and window-box gardening.
Tina went on with her arrange
ment for the cruise to Lisbon. She
visited Lady Pinter three times in
one week and parted with a pretty
substantial check so that Charlton
might attend to "sundry Details"
such as making it possible for Sar-
ling to get away from town, and
urging on Belilah and Scotty Dix,
the artist, and Bruedella, the poet,
and the others the necessity for
keeping the party together" Tina
did her shopping with Lady Pinter
and was introduced to a host of
new friends acquainted with art. 7
They were to sail almost immedi-
ately, and, after calling at Vigo,
would go direct to Lisbon. Sarling
had a friend at Cintra and he was
arranging a perfectly delightful
programme of travel. And Lady
Pinter said to her.:
"Your dear husband was sweet
about it, Tina"
Positively angelic" said Tina.
81 wasn't the least afraid" said
Lady Pinter. Give always said
that if anybody could infuse
breadth into a mans mind it was
my Tina. Some men are so paro-
chial, you know"
"John isn't a bit parochial," said
Tina, rather proud that she should
have the courage to champion.him.
"He has the sweetest personality
imaginable if one takes the trouble
to dig through the canniness Of thel
man"
She motored back to Wingrove
that night. 1t was arranged that
she should return on the morrow,
prepared to make the journey 20
Liverpool. and embark on the
steamship Horego for Vigo and
Portugal. Her shopping was COM
plete; many Of the purchases were
being sent by the stores to Liver
pool and would be placed in her
cabin Lady Pinter had arranged
to share a maui with herr. She
had been to the bank to find that
Humphrey had paid 500 into her
account; she had also arranged for
a draft on a Lisbon bank. Every
thing was as smooth as a seals
back.
She reached home at 10 o'clock
in the evening, and the first sound
that greeted her ears as she en-
tered the hall was a wOman's voice
"a sweet, meZzo-soprano, singing
to her own accompaniment in the
drawing room.
Wonderingly, Tina opened the
door and entered. John Hum.
phrey was seated near the fire.
place, his gaze riveted on the fire.
And at the piano was a handsome.
dark-eyed woman of thirty; her
head was thrown back, and she was
in noble ecstasy.
Humphrey started to his feet
when he saw Tina standing on the
"My dear" he exclaimed. com.
ing forward to greet her 1.-THE
singer had checked the song and
was standing, hesitantly, near the
piano stooD. 81 didn't know when
to expect you, so ! told them not
20 keep dinner waiting. Let me
you" He turned to the
singer, saying: "This is my wife"
Then, to Tina: "Mrs. Bolingbroke
Of whom ! spoke the
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