The Indianola Enterprise. (Indianola, Indian Terr.), Vol. 2, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, August 10, 1906 Page: 4 of 8
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V
A MESSAGE FROM A SOLDIER
"You'll H'*
her and till ber
DY EDWIN L SABIN.
nbout >if fulfilling Ills BlMlM «■'
If
That I will. Jack. sure
II doesn't m il'' r In •1 ti alKint fal.i-
cr quit** Ilk** I in*
a l"t "if tmu'ili t
w<> didn't agree
1 mightn't have ca-
ll I skipped nf.
•ayliiK wxwl-hy. '':l
rr. I gui
or perhaps I
blin l.i.i-twa! .
much. It !■ li: i
llated wlicii I
know, without
drawing
"I'ulllf up "fltll th«* i
man. "I wi;j explain
wut to tli<* north
H( M'«-ihmJ by vln«-H
"I a:u hU father,"
hoiue. HUt
It. id h
Won't ran* If 1 t
ma—you'll *«•« her!"
"Just as soon as i r• ii h Ho l' <«.u .
try. Jack, 1 11 mal •• "t.i hi t > * ••
you hay. llut wc re goln.; togeilier, •
chap."
"I'm going over In th<> boM, " '
at all It's no unit jollying ti"' 'I'
Talking won't help But I i>'"d
wIhIi <ih. wall, I only get my honora-
ble (Uncharge the way I ex|>ecte I llut
I klnil of wi ti
What Private Orlccs wl"he I never
was uttered Doiibtte 1 w 1 ! r t.e
more sight of th'1 old r uin back
loway" of tin' 'torn ml 'I" w •"
or th# stubble uid the shocks, and
maples hIiII'IiIIUK Hie pe.litlll,
how*. However, a Filipino bull
deer I that If Private (Irl >•*' '
crossed tile ocean. bound f'>i low i. he
Should go "In thi holil. Prlvitt
OrlggH knew thin, mid now he w.m i
lent.
Corporal I homps' n, rcciivi-rln" fi m
a Filipino lev er that hail trleil to ' • a.
a Filipino bulk't, sitting there holding
III!" hand of his chum, read what w is
In the thoughts of the ilylin: w.ldlei
the vain hope uml the liopele . ne
Far away, to the north of the in
pltal, a battery iniomed sullenly i it
shelled the Jungle UHle lire sputt. n-d
mill hiiapped. Faintly a cheer cane-
drifting down the humid, sluggish nlr
Maybe the wuunded man w.-u-
among the Iowa mc.idowlnrks Mavbi
he recognised the cheer. At any ' *t'
he smiled. Thus the end came to I'll
vate Griggs, 11 company, th Infantry.
U. 8. A.
Three months Inter. Corporal
Thompson, Invalided home, toi ed
Flowly up a long, long hill, o\.-r "in
of those roads consentient upon Iowa h
boasted rolling prairies. When he n i l
received the orders to go back to 't in-
states" with the next consignment of
weak and wasted Fiddlers, lie had I" i n
mindful of Ills promise to the dead
private. Ills home, as he Jocularly put
It, was wherever his hat was. and no
ties of kindred Interfered with Ills
purposo to go straight from S.iii I ran
clsco to accomplish Ills mission
As he ascended the hill, at the top
of which villagers had said he w mid
find the I'.rlggs place, he went over .m l
over In Ills thoughts tliu wor la ti.at
be would speak.
On I he crest of the hill, ahead, ap-
peared a hunch of ;.oft maples
Many a time had Private CJrl, •*.
crouching In the muddy trench while
the sun or the ram poured down In
fury, described to Corporal Thompson,
crouching be tile him. this homely s|«>:
on the top of an Iowa hill, lie had
arranged that his friend sli.vjld see
and taste with him Its delights "when
the furlough comes." And the fur
lough had come to both, but not aiti.e
Corporal Thompson ri-nieiui. 'e l
many detal'.s. The father was tall,
mid spare, and slightly sUsiped be
cause lie was troubled with rhe.im.i-
elsiu. llut ho was very active aid
could outwork most young men
The mother was little, and wrinkled,
and gentle. She, too, had white hair,
colled on the top of her he.i I, wit!: a
black celluloid conib sticking Into I'
to keep It In place. She would ne
found "doin' things," for -he wis al
ways busy. She would be washing t'le
dishes, or cooking. or feeding the
chickens and turkey-., or ihurtii" or
perhaps making Ice cream.
Corporal Thumps an cNpectel to see
the mother alone, and 111 K>nM way
he was not jet fully letermine.! m w
•—Inform her of th ■ tr i:■ .I\ that li.ul
taken phne those thousands of pltllus*
miles away mid tin <> id' tin illn.
Sea. He had not coma all this dis-
tance to te . til. fa • her rl.--ir.il-
atom, close-fisted t-'aul v,iii - known
the countrv over .is a man \\.. . .
lie were Y.irer : i him than bis family
The nn - 'tiger had now arrive ! at
the hill-top. but at the gate, under the
guardian maple, v paused whiic in-
mopped his face with his blue band.in
na handkerchief
nut the place seemed st rangi ij quiet
The loudest noise was the hunii'niig ot
the bees, and save the bees. no s n id
life was Visible until the front doer
opened and a man, stepping out on
porch, waited there, having carefully
shut the door bealnd him Co:;k. al
Thompson noted that be w.i. an id.1
man—evidently much older than tin-
father of Jack, lie was more - to
and his beard was all white, in.' ae
wore a suit of Ul-littlng b. aek.
"Is this the Griggs place ' asked he
soldier.
The other man peered at him clos-iy
for a minute, with a doubtfu . Inn .11 -
lug look, in which txpectaiuy . idc,1 ti
dull Immobility. Finally he answered
"Yes. sir. it is."
"I would like to see Mrs. i',r . if
It Is possible,' said the corpov.i
"It is not. Do you have you come
explained Corporal
prls.
Urlg
Saul Grig
"Vou i
•al Thump"- n ►
laUHi* ill in uy
f r«Mllty <11<1 no
f fancy
t glvn ti
HISTOR
I S t! «i
r Lowr
ri.LioT r
i F.NCL
in nif ii
Lady Newdi^ate s Fingers
EY EEGAB FAVTCETT.
h id other devotees, - am concerned, you may lift your finger
i.nth i
up I -i
There's 'ehnny' T
pa ' I III-night for
-II him "
i moment
bun v,
that It 1
h i
happy.
is sure John, but It wasn t.
The old mm laid h hand • n i
rixirul's shoulder tar. singly, p.
a (lively.
".Viw, why can't >on ' e ! ..-.ny, ]i
r a minute' It w ni't do .ny g >
tell her lie's lie's Hut H 11 nri
• r leave happy if I
come back. I want In
(ioil know- i.In « had enough trouble
while II* in-' 11 n't linn h for vou |i#
4o not mm h trouble, 1- it T Shs cant
.., e I ii blind for a month All you
need to do I* to let her toin h you and
pel you a little. In-I I on there Won't
be much talking f'ant you do I —•
foi .l.ii k. If not lor Itsf He Was your
friend. 1 guess "
The corporal cnubl ■ nly b -w Ills
head in sign of assent.
"She's In there," said the father, In-
dicating -i room whose windows, now
behind blinds, looked out on the other
end of the isirih The corporal fol-
lowed the stooped figure Into the tlaiK
ball anil through a door Which soire
one gently opened and as gently shut
Into a dusky, cool bedroom.
"Here be Is, ma." sald^tlie conduc-
tor. guiding htm forward to
the lied, which showed white in the
dlnine.. Several pirsnti-. \nguely
visible, made way ns the two ad-
vanced
"Kneel down here, and let her put
her hands on you." whispered the old
man. So Corporal Tlmnip on knelt
beside the bed. A thin.
fluttered about Ills face
"Johnny, my Johnny, is this you?
Have you really come back
God!"
"he words were so low, so feeble,
hut, nil. so full of Joy!
The hand crept round n" that
ke raids a
0'opyrlKlit. by TI
(I- lortKht. It", tij J- "Ph U ll'.wlr. )
<ireat was the day that Pollieniali
llarni > Flynn raid -d a "fence." But,
of course, he nevir would have done
It if he had not been properly prompt-
ed by his wife l.ik* many another
man. Policeman Flynn doe„ uot go out
.hunting for trouble and work, and It
take a certain :- mount o' feminiin
: ai i asm and i riti' isiti to make him
even reasonably ambitious, llut otnc
roused to action, there is no man on
"th' foorce" who ian surpass him In
either resourceful: e-s or nerve.
"Oho! I've found a Unce," he an-
nounced J. i .'ously to his w ife one night
"What'll ye do with It?" demanded
Mrs Flynn.
"What'll I do with It?" rep ated P"
lieeman Flynn ' What d ye sup-po ••
Is It ye-er Idee that I'll give It ye f'r
to put r-round ye-er ga-ar-den? 'T is
a slit rang eonclptlon ye ha ave lv me
official Jutles an' th' worries lv me
dally toll. I pray-sume ye think 't Is
a shtone flnce with filagree w r-rk on
th' ir'n gaie, but ve're wr-rong. Thl
Unce Is a pla-aee where shtolen gisids
Is nego-shnted f'r ha-ar l cash."
"Did ye l'uve thiru ut th' station?
asked Mrs. Flynn
"1,'avu what?" liuiulred Policeman
Flynn. "Th goods?'
"No; th' mln. i hey 's mln that
r-runs th' Unce, iv i-oome. Did ye get
thltn?"
"Veil like f'r to be a widdy, w'u
ye?" retorted Policeman Flynn, some
what warmly "Ye'd like to ha ave n
go fernlnst tin or twilve desp'rlt mln
an' come home lukkln' like a Foorth-
1 v-Jnly ta-arget in a Ehootln'-gal ry.
so's ye c'u'd put on ye-er black dhre- -
an' lia uvo ivery wan ca astln' eyes
nt ye an' savin', ' there goes th' widdy
lv th' bra-ave po-llsman that was
pltinted awa-ay with sivln pounds iv
lead In him. But I II not give ye th'
cliunst 1 11 rt tli lac's at r-roll
call an' i ve th" ■■ upi'lu plan th 'raid
investigations
Ing a rule of the
Is ti rule of the
with a rule of
wanted to learn
ods of the gang
himself, well kn -
ot responsibility
If he were SI1CI -
was In readiness
\i iat-
t what
n tired
„• h itiM-i : He
ie habits and nieth-
nd il i the planning
. ing this assumption
vould be overlooked
ill. When everything
lie outlined his pltin
. asked I r aid In
Sir
"Dues
j Kvery
j bate 1
| quite
ward
I Pro
! with
; paren
gave
I Vere
rowd,"
thry
-aid.
I rc-ak
- ap-
iuft hand
Thank
to his captain, an..
making the raid
" TIs a desp rlt •
"an' maybe they'll
awa'ay "
"Vou want two m n
trance, you say?" quer
tain.
Policeman Flynn nodded.
"And how many to go in?'
"w.ni T la i nice In] yable bit It
spoort 1 ha-ave picke I oat t r me-1 If
"Vou'll be killed, asserted the itiji-
taln "As I undei'sttind il, 'lie stolen
gisids are left m the basement at odd
times, and then the gang gathers there
quietly some nlgltt, meers the fence,'
and the business is cleaned up and the
money paid. Th • only way to do Is to
overwhelm thent.
"Not f'r an Injan - yus mti- in.' an-
swered Policeman Flynn, c nfldently.
" l is me pur-riKise to dhrop In on
thlm, but 't is n i' me night f'r dyln'.
I'll tell ye why. Here he letined over
and whispered in the captain's ear.
The latter Immediately began to
laugh. Then he slapped
Flynn on the back
al.' ail, Barney. Vc
men you want."
So it happened that when Police-
man Flynn next eppeared at Ills home
his coat was split up the back,
his trousers were torn
off, and lie was f.ov
dust.
"I got thlm." he announced, briefly.
"Ve luk It," replied Mrs. Flynn, sur-
veying him critically.
"1 Burpr-lsed thlm."
"If ve lukked Mke ye do now ye'd
Policeman
and cried: "Go
can have all the
Flora Newdiga
j tut in ue so prominent as Proline.
".alpb. her husband, by this
bad ceased to be'dlacuasel at
V body ever said, nowadays.
Le care?" "Is he bothered?"
body realized that, even if
the whole proceeding, he was
tuo enutlonless a person lout-
v I to give a sign.
igne "illd nothing," and did it
i on;-1 ii• 11 itis luxury. Had not his
ts tiled genteel paupers? Who
him his sumptuous flat In De
Gardens? It was his aunt, the
We I thy Mrs. Claverlng. And evident-
ly this lady didn't mind about Lady
Newdlgate any more than Sir Italph
mln led about Proigne.
; Hill Mrs. Caverley did mln' She
had been a London belle in her day.
: and had cherished the man whom she
: married.
j lu her Clinton street drawing-room
w • fin 1 her sipping tea and talking
with the daughter ol a dear dead
| friend.
1 "N iw, Amelia," she was aa> in . I
kn that I can confide to you that
I detest the whole thing terribly. I
J want It to end. It must end. ^
! "1 think there might be a way,
Lady Vheatsheaf mused aloud.
I Then she told Proline's aunt what
tie way" was.
Mrs. Caverley was nodding somber-
ly when the finished. "Not at all bad,
my dear, not at all bad. \oure the
sort of woman who could bring them
together. Aucla Strafford; of fours.';
yes; your step-sister, and just ready
to appear in the world. Only IS, too;
and Flora Newdigate is 3", if a day.
Is the resemblance so striking?'
"It's reaiiy wonderful; though Flora,
you know, is much more beautiful."
Lady Wheatsheaf rose to go.
"Bring her here to tea on Friday;
don't fail!" pleaded Mrs. Caverley.
al once or not ai ail."
"Keally? Lift my finger? But 1
don't understand." The exquisite lace
looked decorously astonished—n j
more.
"Oh, yes, ron do understand, said
Adela. With far more quiet than she
felt. "I never knew till to-day that
Mr. Cyril Proigne had paid you coart
for years. I never knew till to-day
that the attentions he has shown ma
were caused by his wish to regain
your favor.
Adela was turning away when a
shape rose from a tofa half screened
by copious palms, instantly tlie girl
recognized Cyril Proigne. He had
turned very pale, but his usually
placid volie was never more composed.
Looking str; ight at Adela, he spoke.
"Vou didn't see me when you came
in, and no matter what might have
been the nature of your visit, I should
at oace have discovered myself like
this. I have been here but a short
time, nnd I came here to tell my old
friend, Lady Newdigate, a somewhat
Important matter."
Adela's lip was curled. "Really, I
am not Interested in your confidences
to Lady Newdigate."
"For the best ot all reasons."
Proigne answered, somewhat sadly, I
had hoped that you would be. My 'lm-
portan. matter' was the deep wish
that 1 feel, Miss Adt'.^, to ask you to
become my wife, and my intention of
approaching you to-morrow with thn
ito me) very momentous request."
Adeiu crimsoned, and drooped her
eyes.
"Why haven't you told me this?"
Lady Newdiga e said to Proigne, turn-
ing toward him with a fragmentary
coo of laughter, and looking as eau-
j tlful as he had ever seen her.
Proigne took out his watch and
glanced at It. "I have been here just
five minutes, dear lady, as you'll ad-
his collar was
,1 with dirt and
I'll have Cyril. I positively promise ml( j reauy |laVen't had time."
him. And you must positively prom- "p()t i have time," burst from
Ise me Adela." Adela, "to tell you that, to-morrow or
Adela Strafford met Proigne at at any („ture ,]ay. Mr. Proigne, yoi
many places besides his aunt's h nise nePj niake no such request of me as
In the near future. Lady Wheatsheaf that wh| _ , , have just described."
At once Adela slipped from the 11-
Ha-and over th' gun ye're carryln', surpr-rlse anny wan
Barney," said Mrs. Flynn, with decis-
ion.
"F'r why?" asked Policeman Flynn
"Ye don't need it,' answered his
wife, with lnlltilt" sarcasm " 'T Is v u
T w is this wa-ay," went on Po-
liceman Flynn. Th'gazabo that pinches
th' goods take? tlilni to th' alley an'
dhrops thlm into a chute
ma-ake his getaway quick
If they s
—A-'
1 Wint Down th
Chute Like a Hod iv Erick."
NOW ill' WAS UKI.D T Hi l IT Kit.
arm enclt'i 'c I his neck and drew him
fill Hill I His Iliad reached a pillow,
and hi- check, all rough and hardened
by campaigning, pri -sed against one
\elvi" delic.itA ban I smoothed
bis i il.er cheek nnd liU hair luirah,
unkempt, rarely brushed hair.
All the time the vo'.ce murmured
and bubbled on. crooning an Indistin-
guishable paean >1 thanksgiving that
sound. I like a lullahly
N"\\ he was held tighter.
"Kl s nn. Johnny, boy." nnd tha
corporal groped t'er her face with Ms
;..(w \ the patter t' a shower pa-siM
s, thi voice c asc 1 Corporal Thonip-
ion miu remained, obediently, bent
over the pillow.
Tin arm around his neck fell nw*y,
and somebody llftel htm to his feet.
"You ha-.l better go outside," ho
heard. He blindly sought the door.
On the porch a woman touched him
on the shoulder nnd said:
"Saul's the other side of the house.
He w ..nts to sec you "
Beneath the cherry tree, on a set-
tee. n at the pump, the corporal found
'• Now about John," requested the
fathfr --Imply
And the soldier delivered n nifs<age
that had never been entrusted to l ira
--a message brimming with love for
tile father as well as for the mother,
with requests for forgiveness, and
with many other things which the son
had never uttered.
"Oh. l-onl. 1 thank Thee that In
Thy own way Thou has reunited us."
said the father; and be bowed hts
head on his ami extended along tha
back of the seat.
Corporal Thompson remained silent
a moment. Then he softly arose and
speaking to no one. deaf to all ques-
tions by the curious, he walked
through the yard, down the cinder
way. mid out imo the road
"From her sou
Thompson.
"From, you say? Not with. 1i.cn
be Is—he is—"
"He Is," replied the corporal, girlns
oft over the clover field.
There was slience. Corpora! Ill nt;>-
son felt that the otner man was stal ing
over his head, and was sillily gripping
tlie nearest post of the porch
"I have a message from him to his
mother," spoke the corporal, desirous ; ^'o^yriuht. u> 6 ly J soph It Bowlei)
that knows too w. .i how to ta ake care
lv ye orsilf Ivor to lia-avo call f'r a
gun."
Policeman Flynn winced, but he too
well knew the dinger and difficulties
of such a raid to be readily brought to
his wife's view of the nutter.
" T w u'd be like tauIn wall's own
life f'r to go In there alone," he pro-
tested.
"Surpr-rlse th'iu. ' auvis«M Mrs.
Flynn. "Ye know thoy's a Unce there,
ye know they s ruin cotnes tin re to
l'uve goods, ye know th' ma-all that
la-amis thlm behind th' ba-ars '11 be
nilntloned In th' po-lls ordhers an' '11
be a gr-reat ma-an at th station, an'
ye know ye ll lilver be heard if ye let
some wan Use do th' wor-rk. ' r is f r
you to ma-ake a showin fr yc-er-
stlf."
" TIs a post-ivortlm thowin- I'd be
ma-akin' fr mesilf, returned the pa-
trolman. ruefully "Ye don't undher-
shta and th' case 'T is not th' flnce
alone, but th' gang that 1'av.s th'
goods there, that's to be r-rounded up.
an' 't Is ti desp'rlt cr-rowd. *T is only I
me Juty to me soopcer ver officer to ,
ray-pixirt In a case like this
" T is ye-er jul to ye-erstlf to show |
ye're a po-llsmau with a head on ye," j
lns'.sted Mrs. Flynn.
"To prove 1 ha ave a head on me 't
Is nlclssarv fr to ha-ave It blowed
off." commented Policeman Flynn,
lugubriously.
"If ye ha-aven't th' Injinoo-ity to
save it, 'tis betthcr so. asserted Mrs.
Flynn. "Don't ye iver let thuu sma-art
day-tlctlves get th cr-redit fr ye-er
wor-rk. Harney Flynn, or I'll belave
ye're not Irish at all, but only a Po-
lack or some other furriner."
With this the subject was temporar-
ily dropped; but Policeman Flynn
knew that he had to do that particular
job himself in order to have peace in
the family, and Mrs. Flynn knew that
he would do it and do It well. He did
not report his discovery at the station,
but devoted his rpare time to further
anny witi followin' him. Oho! but
'tis well arra-ang d. Niver a wan iv
tIiiin that .-hteais th' goods takes thlm
Into th' place nt all. an' they niver
goes there only whin, the time conies
fr th' flnce to shquare up with thlm,
tin' thin they g ies In th' front wa-ay.
llut 'tis me tha. found th' chute all
hidden awa-ay nice where a windy
used f'r to be. So 1 puts two mln at
th' front uoor an' two min at th' side
door, an' thin 1 dhrops In on thlm an'
ma-akea thlm think a bit iv th' judg-
nilnt da-ay has -ome. Oho! It ma-akts
me laugh to think iv it. They like to
have died iv heart failure."
"How'd ye go In, Barney?" asked
Mrs. Flynn.
"I wint down the chute like a hod
iv brick, an' la-anded on th' table
where they was sittln'. 1 had thlm
ma-archtn' out before they knew what
was doin'."
"Ha-ave ye thir.i all at th' station?"
inquired Mrs. Fiynn.
"All but wan." answered the pa-
trolman.
"Did he get awa-ay?"
"M-tii-m, well, ye may sa-ay he did
—after i fashion; but 'tis me that
knows where to fir.il him.'
"Where?"
"At th' hospitt'e." said Policeman
Flynn. "He br-roke me tali as 1 come
down th' chute, ur.' he got awa-ay in
an ambylance."
had all the resources of a gay, rich
man. She sometimes contrived that
etings which In reality had been
artfully arranged shouu seem prod-
ucts of mere coincidence and accident.
One day, at a Helgravlan afternoon
crush, Lady Wheatsheaf drew Mrs.
Caverley aside.
"My treasured young sister has tall-
en In love," she said.
"What! With Cyril? So quickly?"
"It isn't so quickly, after all. It's
been several weeks, you know."
She was sorrier when she went home
that afternooL, to her house in Port-
mail square.
"You didn't go anywhere to-day,
then, Adela?"
The girl turned from a window
through which she had been gazing ,
down at the fleet-driven cabs and vic-
torias. Her eyes were woe-begone, :
but her gaze looked brave, though ■
harshly pained.
"Mrs. Poiut'ret has been here, Ame-
lia. We Have had quite a long t :.k.'
"Merciless little scandal-monger," (
tCought Laly Wheatsluai.
"Shj has told me everything." A lela
w -nt on.
"What—what?"
"That Mrs. Caverley and you are
conspiring to steal from Lady Newdi-
gate her adorer, her vassal. That you
have been using my so-called 'resem-
blance' to her as a lure. That Lady
Newdigate laughs at the whole cft'alr,
and has made It plain that she need
only lift a finger to have him repent-
antly back at her side."
Here Adela's wrath blazed out. "Us
all true!" she cried. "I don't blame
you, or Mrs. Caverley either. You
both had your motives. You, Amelia,
have always wanted me to marry what
you call 'well.' Besides, 1—1 love you
too much to blame you for anything "
The girl paused, and drew in a Ions
breath. "But Cyril proigne! 1 shouu
like to meet him once more, tin i I
Shall!"
"Adela! Why—why?"
"To tell him how infinitely 1 despise
him for having dared to use me as his
makeshift, h' cat's paw!" She gave a
laugh of piercing bitterness. "As if
the fiuger of his idol couldn't have
been lifted without employing a poor,
young country girl like myself as the
lever force!" She echoed her own
laugh again, and caught up a mantle
and hat which had evidently lain in
readiness near by.
"Adela!" panted her sister, "where
on earth are you going? Surely not
to him!'
"No," shot the dogged reply, as if
I would! I'm going to her."
"One moment, Ade'.a," threw out
Lady Wheat-heaf.
Uut the girl darted away.
To Grosvenor square from Portmar.
Was only a short drl-e.
"1 think. Miss StraTord," said the
butler, who had a long-tried memory
and recogr. 'id Adela as having tailed
one day with ner sister, the ultra-
smart marchioness of Wheatsheaf,
"that Lady Newdigate is jus: at pies-
ent in the library."
brary. Cyril Proigne made several
swift pursuant steps. Then he receded
from the doorway through which she
had passed. While Adela's unheard
that
Not Extravagant.
The Mother—But I'm afraid
young man Is extravagant.
The Girl—Ridiculous, mother! Why,
he was here four hours last night,
and he only kissed me three times!
—Yonkers Statesman.
"SEE; 1 LIFT MY FINGER."
cab rattled oft along the big square.
Cyril and Lady Newdigate stood star
ing, so to speak, at one another's mu-
tual stares.
"You meant it?" she said.
"Absolutely."
"And now she has just lefused you."
"I have hope—much hope. Eventu-
ally, 1 am certain, she will pardon
me."
"Cyril," she went on, "you mean
that you really love her? Well, If yea
do, she's refused you. Pray, pray for-
give me for laughing, l ut it struck ma
as so droll."
"So droll?" he wavered.
"To think of you as a married man!
And married to her! Why, she'd bore
you to death in six weeks, with her
moralities and proprieties. Am i not
enough for you as regards both? 1
hate her. 1 hate every one whe
would separate us. No one shall; no
one shall! Poor dear old Kalph is ten
years older than both of us. If he
should die, I'll—I'll wait a year, and
then I'll marry you—there!"
"This girl—a nice girl, but a trifle
bourgeolse. you must admit—said that
I'd boasted of how 1 need only lift my
finger to have you back again. It's
not true. Still. 1 lift my finger now,
Cyril. You've been terrible. I didn't
dream you could je so terrible. But
never mind; I forgive you this once,
! and see; I lift my finger.'
Cyril stood quite motionless. But
he might have made some answer if
Sir Ralph Newdigate had not entered
tne library ten seconds later, red-
faced, massive, perspiringly hot.
Bless my soul," he cried. "I met
Lady Jenny Sm.vthe as I was coming
: home in my cab, and Lord Lymelynde
was with her; he usually is, you know
Li ly Newdigate, a dream of lovell- : _jja! ha! lia! I asked 'em to drop in
ness in clingiug violet silks, rose as for dinner—pot luck, you know—and
go with us to-night. They accepted
Like iui Ostrich.
Mr. B.—1 wish 1 was an ostrich.
Mrs. B —Why so, dearie?
"Then 1 could do as they do—stick
my bill In the sand."—Magazine of
Fun.
Bhe entered.
"All. you're alone?" said Adela,
glancing here and there and finding
that only coigns of shadow and patch-
es of brightness encircled that one en-
chanting figure in
chamber.
Lady Newdigate vof whom it had
teen declared that an active volcano
could not non-plus her) merely an-
swered; "Won't you have a cup of
tea?"
"No, thanks. I don't care to sit
down, either. I simply came to tell
you. Lady Newdigate, that as far as I
I Including old Smythe, of course—ha!
ha! ha!). How old Smythe can stand
his goings-on with Lady Jenny, I'm
blessed if I—well, never mind. You
the half-gloomed will stay and dine, Cyril, that's a good
old chap!"
"1—I was just trying to remember,"
murmured Proigne, pulling at his
chestnut mustache nervously.
His eyes again met Lady Newdi-
gate's.
And Cyril Proigne stayed and dined
that evening in Grouvenor square
iCopyright lifcji, ly J seph B. Bowles.)
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