The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 191: what you’re looking at

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184 That Deceptive Telegram. So she went, and saw her husband in a box on the Oppo- site side of the theatre. “Took at him!” she said. “Look at who?” her friend said. “At my husband! See him—the priest, the rector, who came up to attend a convocation of clergymen.” “My!” said her friend; “I did not know your husband was in the city.” “You didn’t? Where did you suppose he would be when there was a church convocation in Chicago. You must know, Mrs. Brophy, that my husband has official duties which call him to church councils continually. Still, I will say to you that I don’t quite like seeing him with a couple of ladies in a theatre box.”’ And she nursed her wrath in silence till the curtain fell. “What are you doing?” her friend cried. “Where are you going?” “T am going to follow my husband.” “But you can’t.” “T can,” replied Mrs. Brown, firmly. And she did. She followed her reverend husband out of the theatre and saw him assisting two young ladies into a carriage. They were nieces of the Bishop, but of course she did not know it. Just as he was turning away a young woman came up and evidently asked him for money. He gave her half a (E(o) Eomicbooks