DIVORCED AFTER TEN YEARS’ MARRIED
BLISS.
WIFE GETS CHILDREN—HUSBAND A
SUICIDE.
He threw down the paper with a curse, and strode impatiently up and down the room, glancing from time to time at his watch. A faint voice from the bedroom door caused him to pause.
“Papa,” it said.
He turned and saw Bobbie standing in the doorway. “Why don’t you go to bed, Bobbie?” he exclaimed, almost irritably, but his manner changed as he observed the pathetic, appealing little figure. The child had taken off his blouse, and wore only his little undershirt and his shoes.
“Won’t you take off my shoes, papa? I got them all tied in knots.” He glanced reproachfully down at the cause of his trouble.
With a great pain gripping at his heart at the helplessness of the child, Donald came quickly forward, and, seating himself, placed the boy on his knee.
“We’ll soon fix that, little man,” he said, as he began to remove the shoes.
“Papa—where is mamma?”
“She’s in the country, dear.”
“When is she coming?”