In view of the same, any expense to which you may be put to give my late wife honourable burial, I shall be most ready to defray.
"With many thanks for your kindness in informing me of this unfortunate circumstance, "I am, "Yours faithfully, "JOHN P.TUFTON." "I think he's a horrid, callous, cold-blooded fellow!" cried Betty when I showed her this epistle.
"After all," said I, "she wasn't a model wife.

If the fatal motor-car hadn't come along, the probability is that she would have received poor Tufton on his next leave with something even more deadly than a poker.
Now and again the Fates have brilliant inspirations.

This was one of them.

Now, you see the virago-clogged Tufton is a free man, able to accept a commission and start a new life as an officer and a gentleman." "I think you're perfectly odious.

Odious and cynical," she exclaimed wrathfully.
"I think," said I, "that a living warrior is better than a dead-- Disappointment." "You don't understand," she stormed.