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SUNSHINE AND CLOUD
By Gertrude Mary Sheridan.
" (Copyright .by W. G. Chapman.)
" 'Happy the bride whom the sun
shines on!'" quoted Mrs. -Page, vil
"Yes, and Clara is the kind of a
girl the clouds can't scare when they
come," added her practical husband.
"I envy young Ervin Dodge his good
and cheerful better half."
''I hope he appreciates her. I hope,
-' . j. .....
'I Want to See Mr. Ervin Dodge."
too, all that reckless past of his is
dead and buried."
"Oh, Ervin is a first-class boy," in
sisted Mr. Page, heartily. "Love of
drink was born in the lad, for his
' father was a hard one. Ervin had his
swing in that line; pretty, patient
Clara won him away from it, and I
believe it's permanent."
This, and in other way, all Cedar
ville discussed the wedding that made
Clara Mercer and. JErvicuDodge man 1
and wife. As to the principal con
tracting parties, all was sunshine and
rpses. They had perfect faith one in
the other. Their honeymoon passed
without a jar. They came back to
their home town at the end of two
weeks, buoyant, hopeful and happy.
It was arranged that they should
remain at the Mercer home until a lit
tle cottage they had rented could be
redecorated and painted. These
were cloudless days. Clara was al
ways waiting for her husband at the
door when he returned from work.
Ervin was always straining his glance
to catch a first view of her charming
face as he came down the street.
One evening as Clara went out
upon the porch, she drew back a lit
tle startled as a stranger came up "
the steps. His careless attire, the
taint of liquor on his breath, the leer
ing expression of his bad, bold eyes
repelled Clara and she shrank back
over the threshhold, timid and half
"I want to see Mr. Ervin Dodge,"
spoke the man, gruffly.
"He is not at home," replied Clara.
"What is your business, if I may
Instinctively she feared that the
fellow might be some reckless ac
quaintance of the old dead days, and
her heart sank.
"I'll tell him," was the insolent re
sponse, with a sort of a coarse
chuckle. "He'll understand you
There was a trace of menace in the
tones that made Clara's pulses beat
more swiftly with a nameless appre
hension. Just then she heard the
brisk, quick step of her husband com
ing! down the street walk, and said,
"There is Mr. Dodge, now."
"Ah, good!" smirked the unwel
come visitor. "I'll head him off and
transact my business with him. It
won't take very long!"
Clara stood where she was, in the
shadow of the porch. A vague pre
sentment of impending trouble over-