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That evening Harry met his wife
more affectionately than ever. He
had a nice little surprise for her, and
he opened a parcel he had brought
in. He proudly displayed a purple
shirtwaist about two years out of
date, a pair of cheap,- yellow silk
stockings several sizes too laTge, and
a petticoat built for a miss of 14.
f He tried to preserve a strictly neu-
tral exterior as he noted the look of
i dismay with which Annabel surveyed
I the articles.
"I got them so cheap, dear, I could
not resist buying them. I hope you
F hke the things. I had an awful time
I getting them, there was such a mob
' of women. But you see I did think
': of you!"
I "Harry Harte! You know I never
r wear purple!" cried Annabel.
"Oh, don't you?" he responded
; with carefully assumed innocent sur-
lj "And these stockings! Do you
' think I wear a No. 9 shoe.
"They are a trifle large, aren't
"A man never knows about such
things. Please don't buy anything
It was Harte's turn to put on the
hurt air, which he did with all due
elaboration. Annabel certainly was
devoid of a sense of humor. Never
theless about two days later he ap
peared before his astonished wife
with a pair of oversized gloves and a
hat of the vintage of 1910, which he
told Annabel he had bought for her
next to nothing.
This was the last straw. Annabel
overflowed with indignation.
"I see it all!" she stormed. "You
want to make a perfect fright of me
so people will sympathize with you
for being tied up to such a frump,
and so you can get a divorce anil
marry Mamie Beck!"
Harte's face expressed utter de
spair, this time not all assumed. His
trump card had failed.
"Well, I thought I was pleasing
you," he said disconsolately. "I sup
pose if you had married Tom Ben
nett you'd have liked what he bought
His retort was so nearly identical
with her own on a previous occa
sion that suddenly a light seemed to
break in on her.
Did he really care for her? But
what about Mamie Beck, and what
she had seen with "her own eyes?
"Look here!" she cried. "You nev
er bought such atrocious things as
these! You couldn't have found them
in a day's journey. You just got
some one to do it."
"Yes, I did."
"Was it Mamie Beck?"
"And you went and told her every
thing!" "Listen, -dear! It was all acciden
tal. We met on the street, she saw
how miserable I looked, she drew it
out of me, she only wanted us both
to be happy again."
The exclamation was dry and
"Look here, Annabel! Everything
she said and did was for-"
"For my good." ,
Something like that missing sense
of humor began to twich the corners
of her mouth.
"Well I guess she was right,"
said Annabel. "Ask her to dinner
tomorrow. It's no more bargain
counters for me, honey if you'll
The compact was not signed in
words, but something much more ex
pressive. The Waldorf-Astoria, taxed at
$11,650,000, is the most valuable
hotel in New York city.
Eastern red cedar is becoming so
scarce that pencil manufacturers are
turning to the California incense ce
dar. According to the Now York tax de
partment, the Grand Central station
is the most valuable single property
in the city $21,500,000.