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Show J A FAMILY DISTURBANCE, ntr. I wimple Keep a Secret from lili p'" Wu' But ""ally Reveals It, As George W. Bwimple entered his neat . but not gaudy little cottage on Fifth avenue j B (on which he paid rent) one evening a few weeks ago, bis face bora i look of , mingled perplexity and self-conscious j shame, saya the Minneapolis Journal. And i no wonder; for in the whole six months of J their married life George bad never kept a ; secret from hia wife. But at last temptation tempta-tion assailed him and be had succumbed. George entered the pleasant, cosy sitting-, sitting-, room, and as he mopped the perspiration 1 from his faoe he heard the bird-like voice of his wife, gayly trilling a few notes of the Opera they had heard together the night before, as she prepared the table for the : evening; meal. I "Oh, she doe not suspect If she only knew I" I His wife heard his step and came rush-lug rush-lug into the room to greet him. "Oh, George, the day has been so long l d 1 have been so lonely without you," she I murmured as she pillowed her head upon I his breast . "And you look so tired and worried, too, George; tell me all and let your little wife , share with your anxieties and your soiw rows, as a good wife should." , George could stand It no longer. He sank upon his knees at her foet and clasped i her cool, white bands in hia throbbing palms. "Anesthesia, my own, forgive me," he cried in choking accents ; "I have kept secret from you." Auasthasia's willowy form trembled from the intensity of her emotion, but she did not weep nor faint. "Oh, George I" she cried, in reproachful, mournful aoceuts, and her lip quivered. "Anasthasia, darling, let nie confess all and ease my aching heart I I bought a lottery ticket last night. There, you know all now. Deal with me as you will." Anasihasia's answer v-us a caress. "George," she said, slowly and distinctly.. "I forgive you. What was the number!" "It was 27,S4tt." "OU, Ooorgel I dreamed lust nlglitthat you bought a ticket and that it drew t5,0UU. Five thousand dollars. Just think of it. Why, we will bo rich I" George heaved a sigh of relief. He thought the worst was over. "I tuink we d better buy a house." "Oh, George, you don't mean it We can get eight per cent, for it at interest and then lean have a new sealskin sacque." "Anasthasia, my dear, I don't like to pay rent Now, you see" "George, I think you are real meau. You know I want the saociue so bad," and An-astbatia's An-astbatia's coral lip began to pout and the suspicion of a tear floated tn the eye nearest near-est George. "Mrs. Bwimple, I want to do what is best. Even with 15,000 we can not be extravagant. When we own a borne, then" "l'U hear no more, Geoige Washington Bwimple. I can see plainly that you love me so longer.. 1 little thought when I flit listened to your passionate protestations of lova that it would some to this. Take your Dl gottsn wealth and-" i , , 1 , , . Thcdtior-bell rang loudly. George went to the door. A postman handed him a tetter. He opened it with tremtling hands. It was the list of the lucky numbers at the last drawing of the lottery. No. 87,849 drew nothing. George Washington Bwimple turned to Us wife. She lay in a dead faint on. the floor. |