The Camden chronicle. (Camden, S.C.) 1888-1981, August 09, 1912, Image 2
CHAPTER XXXV.
Mr. and Mrs. Llttk Jlmmle.
Mrs. Sammy Wbttcomb had longed
for the i?Mt privilege of squaring
matters with Mrs. Jlmmle Wellington.
Sneers and back-biting, shrugs and
shudders of contempt ware poor ooas
pensatlon for tbe ever-vivld fact that
Mrs. Wellington bad proved attractive
to bar Sammy while Mrs.. Welling* I
ton 'a Jlmmle never looked at Mra. i
Wbltoomb. Or If be did, bis eyes bad
been so blurred tbat be bad eeen two
of ber ? and avoided both.
Yesterday she had overheard Jlm
mle vow aobrlety. Today his shining
morning faoe a bowed that he had
kept his word. She could hardly wall
to begin the flirtation which, aha
trusted, would render Mrs. Wellington
helplessly furious for six kmg Bene
months. J , .
The Dlroroe Drummer Interposed
and held Jlmmle prlaoner for a tlms*
but as soon as Mr. Baumaon released
iUm, Mrs. Wbltoomb apprahseded
him. With a smile that beckoned and
with eyes that went out like far-cast
fishhooks, she drew Leviathan Into
her net. ~~ : ? - ? ; ? ?
She reeled him In and be pkmnoed
In the aeat opposite. What she took
for bashfulness was reluctance. To
add the last charm to her suooee*
Mrs. Wellington arrived to see It
Mrs. Wbltoomb saw the lonely. Asbton
rise and offer her the seat facing him,
Mrs. Wellington took It and sat down
with the back of her head so close to
the back of Mr. Wellington^ head
that the feather In her hat tickled his
neck.
Jimmle Wellington had Men bis
wife pais by. To his sober eye* she
was a fine sight as sba moved up the
aisle. In bis alcobol-emanolpate<i
mind the keen sense of wrong en
dured tbat bad driven^ blm forth, to
Heno began to lose Its edge. His own
aoul appealed from Jimmle drunk to
Jimmle sober. ? The appellate judge
began to reverse the k>wer court's de
cision, point bj point.
He felt a sudden recrudescence of
Jealousy as he beard Ashtou's voice
unctuously, flirtatiously offering his
wife hospitality. He wanted to trounoe
Ashton. But what right had he to
defend from gallantry the woman he
was about to forswear before the
world? Jlmmle's soul wae In turmoil,
and Mrs. Whtt comb's pretty face and
alluring smile only annoyed him.
She had made several "gracious
speeches before he quite comprehend
ed any of them. Then he realised
- that she was saying, "I'm so glad
you're, going to ftcpatReno, Mr. Well
lngton."
"Thank you. So am I," be mum
? bled, trying to look Interested and
wishing that his Wife's plume would
not tlokle his neck.
Mrs. Whltcomb went on, leaning
closer: "We two poor mistreated
wretches must try to console one an
other, musn't wet"
"Yes, ? yes, ? we must," Wellington
nodded, with a sickly cheer.
Mrs. Whttoomb leaned a little
closer. "Do you know that I feel al
most related to you, Mr. Wellington T*'
"Related ?" he eoboed, "you?? Co
me? How?"
"My husband knew your wife so
well."
Somehow a wave of jealous rage
surged over him, and he growled:
"Tour husband Is a scoundrel."
Mrs. Whltcomb's smile turned to
vinegar: "Oh, I cant permit you to
slander the poor boy behind his back.
It was all your wife's fault."
Wellington amased himself by his
own bravery when he heard himself
volleying back: "And I can't permit
you to slander my wife behind her
back. It was all your husband'i
fault."
Mrs. Jimmle overheard this behind
her- back, and It strangely thrilled
her. She Ignored Ashton'g ex 1st en c?
?and listened for Mrs. Whltcomb's next
retort. It consisted of a simple, icy
drawl: "I think I'll go to breakfast."
She seemed to pick up Ashton with
her eyes as she glided by, for, finding
^himself unnoticed, he rose with a
careless: *T think I'll go to break
fast," and followed Mrs. Whltcomb.
The Wellingtons sat dos-a-dos for
some exciting seconds, and then on a
, sodden Impulse, Mrs. Jimmle rose,
(knelt in the seat and spoke across the
feaok of It:
*Tt was very nice of you to defend
xne, Jimmlii-er James."
Wellington almost dislocated sev
oral joints In rising quickly and whirl
ing round at the cordiality of her
tone. But his smile vanished at her *
last word. He protested, ff
~ James sounds so like a?a b.
Can't you call ma Little jimmie !
again T**
lira. Wellington amiled indulgent,
ly: "Well, since It's the last tbna I
Good-bye, Little Jimmle." And die1
put out her feaad. He Mlaed It bun- 1
grlly sad clung to It: "Oood-bye*?
aren't you cettln* off aft Kenor
5 : : " r~rr 'iff
V. ?'
. #Te?r but?" *
"80 am I ? LfUcretla."
"But we can't afford to be eeea to
gether."
Still hold I dc her band, be tempo*
rtsed: "We've got to at ay marrtafl for
alz month* at leaet-rwhlte wo eetab
llah a residence. Couldn't we ? or ?
couldn't we establlah a residence or
? together r*
Mra. Wellington'? 070a grew a little
a ad, aa she anrwered ; "it would be
too loneaome waiting for you to roll
bom#."
Jlmmle aiared at ber. He felt the
regret In ber voice and took atrange
courage from It. He hauled from bla
pocket bla huge flask, and aald quick
ly: "Well, if you're jealoua of this,
111 promlae to cork It up forever.**
She abook ber bead ekeptioally:
"You couldn't."
"Just to prove it," be aald, "I'll
I chuck H out Of the window." Ha
flung up the aaab and made ready to
burl bla enemy Into the flying land
acape.
"Bravo!" cried Mra. Wellington.
But even as bis band was about to
let go, be tightened his dutch again,
and pondered: "It teems a shame to
"1 thought so," aald Mra7 Jlmmle,
drooping perceptibly. Her husband
began to feel that, after all, ahe cared
what became of him.
"I'll tell you," be aald, "I'll give It
to old Doc Temple. He tahsa bla
etralght."
"Fine!"
He turned towarda the aeat where
the clergyman and. his wife were sit
ting, oblivious of the drama of recon
ciliation playing so cloae at band.
Xilttle Jlmmle paused, caressed the
flask, and kissed It. "Good-bye. old
playmate !" Then, tossing bU head
with bravado, he reached out and
touched the clergyman's shoulder. Dr.
Temple turned and rose with * que*
tlonlng look. Wellington put the flask
In his hand and chuckled: "M erry
Christmas I "
"But, my good man ? " the preaeher
objected, finding In his hand a dona
tion about as welcome and as wield*
as a strange baby. Wellington winked:
"It may come in handy for ? your
patients." *
Afid now, struck with a sudden^
idea, Mrs. Wellington spoke: "Oh,
Mrs. Temple.'*
"Yes, my dear," eald the little old ;
lady, rletaff- Mrs. Wellington placed j
in her hand a small portfolio and j
laughed: "Happy New Year!"
Mrs. Temple stared at her gift and
gasped: "Great heavens! Your cig
ars!"
' 'They'll be sach a consolation,"
Mrs. Wellington explained, "while the
doctor Is out with his patients."
Dr. Temple and Mrs. Temple looked
At each other in dismay, then at the
Jlask and the cigars, then at the Well
ingtons, then tney stammered;
"Tii an k you so much," and sank back.
Wellington stared at his wife: "JLu
cretla, are you sincere T"
"Jlmmle, I promise you I'll never
smoke another cigar."
"My love!" he cried, and seised her
hand. "You know I always said you
were a queen among women, Lu
eretla."
She beamed hack at him: "And you
always were the prince of good fel
lows, Jlmmle." Then she almost
blushed as she murmured, almost shy.
ly: "May I pour your ooffee tor you
again this morning T"
"For life," he whispered, and they
mored up the aisle, arm In arm,
bumping from seat to seat and not
knowing It.
When Mra. Whltcomb, seated In the
dlnlng-car, saw Mrs. Little Jlmmle
pour Mr. Little Jimmie's coffee, she
choked on hers. She vowed that she
would not permit those odious Well
ingtons to make fools of her and her
Sammy. She resolved to telegraph
Bammy that she had changed her
mind about divorcing him, and order
him to take the first train west and
meet her half-way on her Journey
home.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
A Duel for a Bracelet.
All this while Marjorle and Uni
tary ha& sat watching, as kingfishers
shadow a pool, the door where
through the girl with, the bracelet
must pass on her way to breakfast.
"She's taking forever with her
toilet," sniffed Marjorte. "Probably
trying to make a special impression
on you/* ' ' ;--~
"She's wasting Her time," said Mal
lory. "But what If she brings her
mother along? No, X guess her moth
er is too fat to get there and back "
"If her mother comes," Marjorte
decided, 'TH hold her while yon take
the bracelet away from the? the ?
from that creature. Quick, here she
oomee now! Be bravel"
Mallory wore an aspect of arrant
oo ward ice: "B?r ah 1 |~" ; ,
"Yon Just grab her!" Marjorte ex
plained. Then they relapsed into
Etnfln flf. Impatient attention. Kath
? " \ * ? y* ? 1 - ? - ' , ,
leen floated in and. seeing Mallory,
she greeted him with radiant warmth:
Hood morning!" and than, catching
sight of Marjorle, gayt har * 'Good j
morning!" ooatad with lea, the |
flounced peat and Mallory tat inert. j
tin Marjorle faff him a feroelpue 1
pinch, whereupon ha laapad to his
fest :
"Oh, Miss ? or ? Miss Kathleen.'* i
Kathlaan whtrlad round with a most
hoa pi labia smile. "May 1 have a
word with your*
"Of course you can, you daa r boy."
Marjorle wlnoad at this and wrlthad
at what followed: "Shan't wa taka
breakfast together?"
Mallory stuttered t- ?** 1 m, thank
you ? I've had breakfast."
Kathleen frose up again aa aha
?napped: "With that ? tralnaoQual nt
anoe, I suppose"'
"Oh, no," Mallory amended, "I mean
I haven't had breakfast."
But Kathleen eoowled with a JeaK
ouay of her owe: -You seem to be
getting along famously for mere train
acquaintances.**
"Oh. that's all wa are, and hardly
thai," Mallory hastened to any with
too much truth. "Bit down hare a
moment, won't your*
"No. no, I ha ven't time," ah# said,
and eat down. "Mamma will be, wait
ing for me. Tou haven't been In te
see her yet?"
"No. You see ? "
"She cried all night"
"Fbr met"
"No, for papa. He's such a good
traveler ? and he had such a good
start. She really kept the whole car
awake."
"Too bad," Mallory condoled, per
functorily, then with sudden eager
ness, snd a trial at Indifference; "I
see you have that bracelet still."
"Of course, you dear rellow. l
wouldn't be parted from It for worlds."
Marjorle gnashed her teeth, but
Kathleen could not hear that. She
gushed on: "And now we have met
again! It looks like rate, doeen't
Itr'
"It certainly does," Mallory assent
*A, blttfrlr: then again, with seat:
"Let jne see that old bracelet^ will
yon?"
He tried to lay hold of It, but Kath
leen giggled coyly: "It'a Just an ex
cuse to hold my hand." She swung
her arm over the back of the seat
coquettlshly, and Marjorle made a
deaperate lunge at It, but mleped,
alnce Kathleen, finding that Mallory
did not pursue the fugitive hand,
brought It back at once and yielded
It ud:
"There ? be careful, bohmob* might i
look."
Mallory took her b y the wrist In a
gingerly manner, and said, "So that's
the bracelet? Take It off, won't you?'*
"Never! ? it*? wished on." Kathleen
protested, sentimentally. "Don't you
remember that evening In the moon
light?"
Mallory caught MarJorie!s accusing
?y? and lost his head. He nftide a
ferocious effort to snatch the Jmfccplet
off. When this onset failed, hehad
recourse to entreaty: ."Jurft Mfp^Jt
off." Kathleen shook her head tantai
? lslngly. Mallory urged more strenu
ously: "Plea ae let me see it."
Kathleen shook her head with so
phistication: "You'd never give It
back. You'd pass It along to that?
train-acquaintance."
"How can you think such a thlngr'
Mallory demurred, and once more
mfcde his appeal: "Please, please, slip
it off.- ;
"What on earth makes you bo anx
ious?" Kathleen demanded, with sud
den suspicion. Mallory was stumped;
till an inspiration came to him: *Td
like to ? to get you a nioer one. That
one Isn't good enough for you."
Hers was an argument that Katl*
leen could appreciate. "Oh, how sweet
of you, Harry," she gurgled, and had
the bracelet down to her knucklea,
when a sudden Instinct checked her:
"When you bring the other, you can
have this."
She pushed the circlet back, and
Mallory*s hopes sank at the gesture.
He grew frantic at being eternally
frustrated in his plans. He caught
Kathleen's arm and, while his words
pleaded, his hands tugged: "Please?
please let me take it ? for the measure
?you know!"
Kathleen read the determination In
his fierce eyes, and she struggled fu
riously: "Why, Richard ? Chaunceyl
? er ? Billy! I'm amased at you! Let
go or HI scream!"
She rose and, twisting her arm
from his grasp, confronted him with
bewildered anger. Mallory cast to
ward Marjorie a look of surrender
and despair. Marjorie laid her hand
on her throat and in pantomime sug
gested that Mallory should throttls
Kathleen, as he had promised.
But Mallory was Incapable of fur
ther violence; and when Kathleen,
with all her ooquetry, bent down and
murmured: "You are a very naughty
boy, but come to breakfast and we'll
talk it over," he was so addled that
he answered: 'Thanks, but J nevef
eat breakfast."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
FINAL DISCHARGE.
Notice 1b hereby given that one
month from this date ? on Monday,
August 26, 1912, I will present
to the Probate Court of Kershaw
County my final accounting as Ad-<
mlnlstratrix of the Estate of the
late Edward C. . DuBose and apply j
thereto for a final discharge of
the same.
JL. 8. DuBOSE,
Administratrix'.
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It wm H k? this," explained the man
after the others had told blm that be
wa? looking pal*, "I was to meat my
wife's oouttln downtown to buy a prot
ein for my wife, and, of course. aba
waa late. I got tired standing In the
?tore entrance, where we were to find
each other, so I started down the
street to meet her. In the crowd I saw
ber coining and she was at her old
tricks ? carrying ber handbag tucked
carelessly under one arm, ready to
tumble out or be grabbed.
"Keeping my eye on the bag, I re
solved to give Emma the Jolt of her
life snd scsre her Into a flt of com
mon sans*. Just as I got in front of
her I reached out and took the hand
bag. Then I looked at her triumphant
ly, condescendingly, accusingly. At
least, I started out with tbe intention
of crushing her with that sort of a
gaze, but I never completed it, because
?well, you see, It wasn't Emma!
"It was, however, a perfectly good
imitation of her and she waa both
scared to death, bopping mad and
ready for hysterics. There waa one
awful second when sbe opened her
lips to scream and at that Inatant the
crossing policeman looked ten feet
high to me and fierce in proportion.
In the last panic of desperation I
grabbed ber arm so hard that It hurt
her so she ctfuldn't yell and pleaded
for my life. I gasped out that It was
a mistake and she indignantly as
sured me it certainly was, the biggest
mistake of my life, but that that was
what they all aald when they got
caught.
"I assured her that I thought she
wjg iny Cousin Emma and she looked
at miTsc6rnruilyy She was beginning
to get back her breath and her cour
age. She said no doubt Cousin Emma
was a most estimable person, but she
didn't thank me for taking her for the
cousin of a pickpocket acd opened her
mouth again to scream. I think I
Bhook her then ? at any rata, her
scream was lost. I never before talk*
ed so fast In my life or so much. It
was like having three seconds before
the drop was sprung to say all I
wanted to say. I told her all about my
great-grandfather who was In the Rev
olutlonary war -and the new house 1.
was building and how respectable the
club were to which I belonged and
how I had credit at all the stores.
"Either I led her to think I was in*
sane and dangerous or ejse my piteous
gaze roused a spark of humanity in
her, because by the time the crowd
had drawn the policeman to us she
quite snapped at him and told him
nothing was the trouble and to go
back to waving his hand at automo
biles and let her jn&nage her own af- ,
fairs. Anyhow, she let me, slink
away without raising a?y row. I'm
still shaking!"
"I expect she didn't mind so much,
because she'd spent all her money for
Christmas, and there wasn't anything
in the pocket book," said one of the
other men. "I'm not precisely breath
less over your rery narrow escape,
because 1 had one that was sc
much worse a Short time ago. Say,
couldn't a blind man with his head
| in a sack tell from one brief glance
i me that I am a respectable, strait
laced family man? Could any one ever
mistake me for a gay and roistering
blade, or does any one exist who would
dream of accusing me of flirting?
"Well,, the other night I was taking
my wife and Jones' wife downtown to
dinner. Jones was to Join us at the
cafe. I stopped *o buy a paper and the
women walked on ahead. It was ter
ribly crowded on the streets that time
of the evening, and my wife is so used
to being looked after that I waa
afraid she would walk under an auto
mobile or sit down and rest on the
car tracks or something, so I tore after
them. . I caught up Just aa my wife
stepped off the sidewalk to the cross
ing. Slipping my hand under her el
bow, I leaned over close and said die
I tinctly? oh, most distinctly ? 'Be care
I ful, dearie, about crossing the
street!'"
"Waant it your wife?"
"Of course not!" shouted the man
who was telling the story. "It's never
! your wife in a situation like that!
"Say, the things that woman said
| to me then and there! The memory of
them wakes me up in the night and
they make frescoes all over any wall
I look at! What did I do? What can
a man do when a woman possessing
a fine and fluent command of Engllah
and plenty of time starts in to relate
her opinion of him to his face? I
gasped like a goldfish . on land and
turned pea green and maybe I got
down on my knees to her and prayed
? I'm not sure.
"My wife and Mrs. Jones were a
block ahead and I was glad they were,
because my wife Is? er? excitable. I
didn't want to have to explain to her.
too.
"Nothing on this earth would have
saved me from ' being handed over to
the policeman by that woman if a
passing truck horsf hadn't chewed her
hat under the impression that the
green leaves on It were real. In the
excitement I took to my heels. I ran
as though I had robbed the bank and
bad Qve minutes too few to oatch the
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