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OUR SHORT STORY ?. ? A COMPROMISING LETTEK. adgar Everton was sitting in his library, the pioture d unutterable misery and He seemed to have been revolving in his mind tile problem, Is life worth living?" and to have settled. i. on the side of the grimmer AkerjtAtrre, It was all the outcome of a little three- corcejed note he had accidentally discovered an a bouquet of Sowefa: •' I shall be at Lady Petheriek's at home to-night, dearest. I count the hours between saw and our meeting." That note was from Captain Burbage; the bouquet of flowers was from him, too, and both were for Edgar's wiie. Edgar had replaced the not,, in the bouquet— a .serpent nestling in ambrosia. It is only polite of me," he said, bitterly, "to Ova her the chance of keeping her ap- pointment. :He 'had been torturing himself the last two hours, hoping against hope, that she would not keep it. But lie had been doomed to dis- appointment. A quarter of an hour since he had heard her ordering the carriage for seven O'clock, and she had gone to her room to dress. Should the go to Lady Petherick's too? That vould be simply making himself ridiculous. He had positively declared only the day before, again that morning, that he had no intention of going to the "at home," on the plea that he .had an important brief to read through and master, for was he not counsel for the defence— all, the irony of fate-in a scandal in high life ? Presently his wife descended to the library, a pioture of grace, innocence, and beauty. She otood before ham," awaiting his criticism. Sha.U I do, Edgw ? she a tloength aeked, impatiently. "Oh, yes, »tplend)i(^ly/' he answered, mechanically. By the bye, isn't Alice going with you? I understood he wag." "She intended going," answered Mrs. Everton, looking slightly confused, "but Val doesn't seem quite the.*thing to-night and she has promised to sit with him until I oome back. If you shouldn't be too much absorbed in that horrid brief you might look into his room now and again. 'Will you ? "Oh, yes, if it will make you perfectly easy. Fray don't put yourself out on Val's account. He's three years old and ought to know how to conduct himself better than to interfere with his mother's engagements." "There's a dear boy," sihe said, stooping and kissing him, and taking no notice of his sarcasm. I expect it's a slight bilious attack-that's all. Biliousness run* in your side of the family, you know." She had juet turned. to go out when her awter, Alioe, met her at the door, an expres- sion of alarm on her face. She whispered something to Mrs. Everton and the two went oat. He could hear them speaking in tones of animation as they ascended the stairs. In a few minutes his wife returned. I shall not be able to go to Lady Petherick's after a!-J, she said. "Val is slightly feverish, and—ana—I can't leave him." Edgar's heart which had been lying like a Jump of lead, began to beat. After all, Beatrice had some feeling—she had a. mother's love for hev child. That's most unfortuna-te, my dear. The carriage is awaiting you, isn't it ?'' Yes." Weil, don't discharge it. I will go to Lady Petheriek's in your .stead." You," she oried in astonishment. Yts, I. A husband is the best person to convey a wife's apologies, and there's nothing like conveying them in person—is there ? She flashed at him a glance of rapid scrutiny, but there was nothing to be read from his face beyond an expression of blank courtesy. Perhaps you are right," she said, with in. difference. "I'm pleased to discover an awakened zeal in what oonoerns your wife, but —won>t that brief suffer? "Oh, rt must wait. If the wors-i cames to the worst, I can get some needy junior to devil for me." "Oh. yes, devilling is one of those advan- tages which Ibelong to the legal profession, isn. t it, Edgar? I had forgotten that." -4 Quite right, my dear; but you do it an in- justice if you imagine that to be the only sphere to which the practice is restricted. There there, run away. Our not very brilliant repartee is keeping the oarriage waiting, and before I jump into that I've got to jump into s low taiLs—ooudound them! Half an hour afterward Edgar Everton had kmved into the swallow-tails," and was being driven to Lady Petheriek's. Lady PertJherick's at home was one of those society crushes at which "everybody who is anybody, you know," ie supposed to be present. It wu delightfully crowded, delightfully con- fusing, delightfully hot, and delightfully— everything being qualified by that adjective- fatiguing. Edgar Ever ton had some difficulty, in the maze of people, in discovering Captain Burbage, but at length he found him flirting desperately with a tall, blonde young lady. He waited his opportunity. Presently the captain bowed and left her. Edgar at onoe stepped up to him and asked him to favour him with a few momenta' private conversation. He led the. way at once to the conservatory. 001 pnohably did not expect to see me here Htm(evening, Captain Burbape ? !° It? the tTath> 1 given much tboygiit to the matter. Come to think of it, I Bdjjpar Everton wm sitting in his library. I certainly did not anticipate the pleasure." At any rate, I'm nearer the mark whetn I say that you expected to meet a lady ? "Oh, a good many," said the gaUaoit captain, with it shrug of his shoulders. Mrs. Everton, for instance, Yes, I certainly did expect to see Mrs. (Kvwton,v he reip&wj, in the ooodeet toned possible. I brought you here for the purpose of tel- ling you that you axe a scoundrel. Am I sufficiently explicit? For a lawyer-very, They are usually on tfie look-out for libels on other a. They don't often make the nuotakt of libelling others themselves. !I'm partial to definitions. how- ever, and perhaps you wouldn't mind dehnmg vvbst is a scoundrel? Not at all. It's the act of a soou wired to write anonymous kst/ter*; it's <J»e aot of a scoundrel to send thum to a lady, and, as you weire talking about Htoek just now it is a libel on the purity of flowers to try to make them the mediiwn of ]ow, despicable intrigue." Captain Bodbag* started. If—if—y«» taka this extreme Tiew of my conduct," he stammetwL Extreme vww! cried Edgar. "What ? you require of me?" I require You to gn.. up to me any com- promising lettee* you May have «> youjr ptw- eew»on, sir. If I refuse.. I scarcely tJhins you "<*» rum the risk of an expose." YoashaJJ hear iron1 me to-morrow Morling. In the meantime, gwd-n'ffht' "What Edgar home he found his wife still wttfJMg anxiously over the oot of little Val. "The doctor bae been here," ahe wd. "for V.Li ft be qumo 14[tlt-bWOd time. Do you see what he 1U:1.<: .? She pointed to the petats of a number of flowers scattered on the bed. He took a fancy to Alice's bouquet, iiid that's the way he served it." "Alice's bouquet ? gasped Kdgat. YM; the joke of it was the florist scm it bo Mra. Everton instead of Miss Everton. Do yo« know, while I have been watching here I I Then Bdgar took his wife in liis arms. I have been trying io count up he r long it. Is 81f1¡:e you presented me v, itb my laef¡ bou- quet." "Iti—it cmite from Cu^.taiu IBuibiige/' ho stammered "Yes, but how did you find that out? 4h, you have seen iiau, of course. I wish thai- I had." "Eh." "1 wish that I hod seen him, for—for—I should havo told you before, but I did not wish to worry you. Alice was quickly losing1 her heart to him. I found out lnw tlungf were going ami also that she had bad the im- prudence to write to him. Captain Burija^-s is not the sort of man you or I would select as Alice's husband, Therefore I itave made her promise to-hold no more communication with him, and my object in wishing to see him was to trv to get i-uek from him Alice's letter." Then Edgar took ius wife in his arms, called her darling, pet, :!1Id a few other superlative phrases with which her ears had long been unfamiliar. She was puzzled as io the meaning of this exoe&s of endearment, ^ven wlisn he sought ro explain it by saying she had "done a very clever thing. Where was tJ; elevemcvis? llie next mornmg Udyar caine tv I113 wife wit-h a letter "t !UJ; hand. "How did you mciwye it?' fhe M!:pd. "Ah, that's my secret. You wonieu don't Urtow evwythii'g." And it is quite certain Mrs. Everton'didn't, especially when she crajifeecl her husband with "having done the clever thing, after a.11."

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