Lillian was watching from the parlor window, herself hidden from view.
She thought she had never seen Joe looked so manly, as when he walked up to the house, and her heart seemed cold to think that it may have been the smiles of some rival that brought this look of pleasure to his face.
Thus a man may feel mean, and at the same time appear joyous.
When Joe entered the house he saw a light back in the library.
Straight in that direction he walked.
Lillian was seated there apparently reading—how was he to know she had hastily flown hither from her lookout?
Joe softly closed the door. Another minute and he stood before his wife.
“Lillian, my wife, look up.”
Somewhat startled, she did so.
“Why, Joe!”