Evening star., 1936-08-16
kGSozine Section

Unwillingly. Jane repeated the fateful
words Then, "Iou needn't have made me
do that, Dave. My word is as good as my
oath" she said coldly.
He was beckoning imperiously to his wife.
Maggie
And then, she too with her little hand laid
on the Bible. repeated after him the words,
IL swear before God never to reveal my mar
rage to David Sotril till he has given me leave
to do So.
Taking up Maggie's heavy little leather
trunk as if it were feather. and before Jane
Smith could even say goodbye to her friend,
he rushed his bride downstairs and lifted her
up into the smart hansom-cab he had ar
ranged should come at that precise moment
to take them to Victoria Station.
Here and there may be found woman
whose married life has been not only APP
parently, but in reality, curiOuSly and hap
PLY uneventful Such had been the case con-
cerning Jane BoSely, formerly Jane Smith.
What tremors and excitements had been hers
had all occurred in her far-away girlhoOd -
for the thirty odd years she had spent as the
wife of John Bosely had been uneventful to
an unusual degree, apart from the pregnant
fact that the achievement of happiness in
marriage constitutes in itself remarkable
event.
But even of that fact Mrs. Bosely was un
aware as she sat opposite her husband by
the fire in their cosy sitting-room, in little
house they had built for themselves ten years
back in Meadowland, then new suburb of
the town of Northington.
John Bosely was now the valued head ac-
countant of an important branch of the great
London and New York Bank with which he
had spent his whole working life; he was also
what we are often told is rarely met with,
a really happy man. He loved his wife more
dearly than he knew, and their one disap-
pointment - lack of children - was no sor-
row to him now that his paternal instinct
was fully satisfied by company of boy
scouts In fact, on this, Saturday after
noon, he was about to start for the gym
nasium which generous local man had just
presented to the local scouts.
He held an early afternoon paper in his
hand, and looking up after reading para
graph he smiled at his Jane: II expect you
remember the chap called David Sotril, who
was so gone on poor little Maggie O'Farrell?
He was in the bank just about the time |
left for those two years l spent in Bombay"
She looked away from him. into the fire.
''Of course remember Dave Sotril."
Il always said he'd end up millionaire.
81 know you did, love-" she smiled back
at him.
well, he's made and lost more than one
million since then. Tampered with his funny
name, too. Become Sir David. But he had
such financial smash month ago that it
was on the cards he'd be arrested. But
now"
He burst into laughter handed the paper
he had been reading over to her, and pointed
to the second paragraph in the column headed
London Gossip" He's cajoled the richest
woman in England into marrying him. He
read aloud: "I hear on good authority that
Sir David Sautrelle's engagement to Mrs.
Janus Mack, the widow of the wealthiest
squatter Australia has ever produced, will be
announced within the next few days."
Mrs. Bosey took the paper from him and
read the paragraph twice slowly Then she
let it slip from her hand. There came over
her placid, pleasant face look of distress
and astonishment.
She had high sense of duty, and now she