What It Was
There was something the matter with the electric lights Tuesday night, and Houston was as dark as Egypt when blew the gas out. They were on Avenue, out on the lawn, taking advantage of the situation, and were holding as close a session as possible.
Presently she said:
“George, I know you love me, and I am sure that nothing in the world can change my affection for you, yet I feel that something has come between us, and although I have hesitated long to tell you, it is paining me very much.”
“What is it, my darling?” asked George, in an of suspense. “Speak, my own, and tell me what it is that has come between you and me?”
“I think, George” she softly sighed, “it is your watch.”
And George loosened his hold for a moment and shifted his Waterbury.