MUTUALLY PERPLEXED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXII, Issue XXI, 27 May 1899, Page 729

MUTUALLY PERPLEXED.

The' ships that pass in the night do jiot trouble us; it is the ships that pass in the’ daytime, whose signals we -cannot read, that perplex us. Here is a case mentioned by the Chicago •Tribune’: —

‘Why, how do you do?’ Smilingly the man in the brindle -suit and brown derby hat held out his hand to the little woman in the gray travelling dress. ‘Well, this is a surprise!, returned the little woman, shaking him by the hand, and saying to herself, “I ought to know this man. Where have 1 met him before?”

‘lt is about a year since I saw you, I think,’ he said. ‘Y—yes, I believe it is,’ she answered. ‘By the way—er —where are you living now?’ ‘Same old place,’ he replied, waving his hand.

She hadn’t made any progress. She tried again. ‘What are you doing these days?’ ‘Oh, just the same old business,’ he said, airily, as before. ‘Wasn’t it too bad, the way they treated you?’

‘You mean that—that time—’ ‘Yes, that time, you know. It was •a shame, wasn’t it?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ she rejoined. ‘lt was too bad. It— it was a shame.’

‘lt was indeed. Well, I am very glad to have met you again. Good day.’ ‘Thank you. Good day.’

‘I don’t think I have been mistaken,’ he muttered; as he walked along; ‘and .jet—’ ‘I wonder,now,’ mused the little woman in the gray travelling suit, as she hurried down the street, ‘if I ever did meet that man before, and I’d give worlds to know who the people were that treated me so badly, and when Land where they did it!’