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

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tugal, Mrs. Humphrey" she said
with the sigh of the typist who ha
one weeks holiday in the year an,
spends it at Margate. 81 love Por
tugalw
Tina felt annoyed.
"Cintra is so beautiful, Mrs
Humphrey, and you must go W
country to Bussacco.
"You have been there?" Hum
phrey inquired.
"Oh, yes" said Miranda. "Por.
tugal. Algiers, Colombo-every-
where but England think / pre-.
fer England to any other place in
the world"
Tina wanted to show her teeth.
"Do you so to the theatre, Mrs.
Bolingbroke"
Every seldom" said Miranda.
"The modern play doesn't arouse
my enthusiasm"
eve have rather revolutionized
the play" said Tina.
"To its disadvantage" suggested
Miranda quietly. "These decadent
themes don't help one to appre-
ciate the beauties of life"
Beauties" Tina smiled conde-
scendingly. Facts have to be
faced" she suggested. There is
beauty in realism if We train our
minds to sSSimilate it" There!
She didn't know what it all meant,
but Charlton would have said some
thing of the sort.
perhaps you are right" said
Miranda gently. She looked at
Humphrey and then back to Tina.
"1'll do my utmost TO keep Mr..
Humphrey from worrying while
you are away. III see that he
doesn't neglect his correspond
ence."
lawfully good of you," said
Tina, dryly.
"And when he goes to Amer
whats that" Tina's lips re-
manned parted for a moment.
'I'm afraid | must CO." said
Humphrey; "the usual object
business. Rather convenient that
lit should synchronize with your
trip abroad. Mrs. Bolingbroke will
have the place to herself"
"How long do you expect to be
away?" asked Tina. She was ag-
grieved: he might have told her
about this premeditated trip to the
States.
Probably six weeks" he said.
MRS. Bolingbroke will not mind
the loneliness of Wingrove."
'Lonelinessw said Miranda. 81
shall love it."
A few moments and she rose
to retire.
81 understand you leave for Por-
tugal tomorrow, Mrs. Humphrey"
Tomorrow afternoon" said
Tina shortly.
"You will let me help you with
your packing in the morning."
Its DONE" said Tina, "thank
you. But I'll go over the house
hold affairs with you"
Splendid" said Miranda.
"Good night"
Humphrey opened the door for
her that she might pass out. Tina,
watching his reflection in the mir
ror over the fireplace, asked her.
self if it were customary in the
north for the master to render such
courtesies to a housekeeper, and
booml came the echo of her own
words about the broadmindedness
of the age.
He went back to his chair.
Finished your shopping, little
woman?" he inquired, pleasantly.
Eyes, thanks" She glanced at
her watch. 81 suppose I'd better
get off to bed" she said. 81 shall
have to rise early"
"Yes," he said absently, as
though his mind were pre-occupied.
81 may take a stroll before l turn
in"
"At this time of night?" she
exclaimed.
"Oh, come! It's not very late"
every we'll" She rose and pre-
pared to go to her room. Good
night" she said, and, STOPPING,
kissed his forehead.
"Good night, dear Tina" he
said.
There was a horrid little war go
ing on within her and it required
deal of courage for her to ask:
you'll miss me while I'm away,
John?"
Rather" he said, "but | shall
try to remember that you're enjoy
ing yourself, and then there's this
business trip to the States"
Tina almost betrayed the war
within her, but a sense of dignity
saved her. Already she could feel
the presence Of the Bolingbroke
woman all over the house, but she
knew that she couldn't be untrue
to herself and kick "broadminded-
ness" to pieces. The situation was
hateful, but she herself had been
mainly responsible for the creating
of it. Hateful! There was a sick
ening feeling that some one else
was reaching for the fruit which
she had left on the tree to ripen.
But this was the moment when she
must summon every vestige of dig
nifty TO her aid.
And John Humphrey was think
in, along exactly the same lines.