The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-04-14


table where Eustace Wilde and his
friend, Mr. Martin, snugly established
themselves; but walters in down
town restaurant soon cease to be sur
prised at anything, and he came brisk
ly down to take her order
Cup O tea m 'm-yes, MN. Dry
toay. and sandvich-right off, MN p
Rather an abstemious meal com
pared with the dainty fare in which
her neighbors were indulging turtle
soup, with flakes of unctuous green fat
floating on the surface, roasted wood
cocks, garnished with rich amber jelly,
a bottle of rose-red claret to finish off
with, and basket of Hamburg grapes,
arranged with superb late peaches.
BEG your pardon, m m you've got
the wrong check-this 'ere's yours"
calculated the waiter, MS the woman
in brown took up tho check stamped
go"
She laid it quietly down again; she
had discovered all she wanted, and
moved out Of the restaurant as noise
lessly as she had entered.
Its very strange!" said Eustace
Wilde, thoughtfully.
whats stranger" inquired his
friend, detaching a black purple berry
from the bunch of grapes on his plate
"That woman who has just gone out
in the faded cloak did you observe
what delicate white hand she had q
"She didn't look like one of the
white handed kind, observed Martin,
carelessly.
"No; and that's what struck me as
being SO singular"
And with that Mr. Wilde dismissed
the subject from his mind.
Meanwhile the little brown phantom
sped swiftly down the next street, fiat
tered up the long fight of marble
stairs, and tapped softly at the door
of Eustace Wilde's snug Office. Come
in.
Jenny Stokes was sitting on the
corner of the table cutting his initials
neatly on the green morocco cover-an
operation which he called keeping
office He looked up rather disdain-
fully.
Isis Mr. Wilde in p
"Gone to dinrer,' said Jenny, la
conically. "Be back il twenty min
utes. Take care, ma'm-your wet
dress'll spoil Mr.. Wilde's new Office
chair Take the old 'un, if you plcaser
"The old one" was handsome arm
chair whose green leather cushions
were scarcely defaced; the ''new one
was a superb affair of black walnut
and crimson reps with movable
desk attached to the arm.
rs that style of chair very expen-
sive y asked Maggie, meekly, motion
ing her head towards it.
Guess it isl" returned Mr. Stokes,
with laudable pride. Let me see; the
bills here somewhere; it only came
this morning. Oh here it is. Forty
five dollars that ere chair cost"
AS the visitor made no comment
Jenny applied himself once more to
the curl of the S on the morocco table
cover, secretly wondering what bust
ness that rusty female could have with
, the fashionable lawyer, his master,
while the penetrating eyes under the
veil took in all the elegant little acces-
series of the luxurious Office.
{ Click click came a pair Of knuck
} lesa gainst the door She.started like Q
, guilty thing, but it was only hal
grown boy, the very counterpart o
r Mr.. James Stokes.
, Here's the books your boss ordered
and the bill
t Jus you leave en-" said Jenny
' "Mr Wilde'll send the money this af
q ternoon. How much p
d Twelve dollars, fifty cents.
I 1t was a handsome illustrated edi
ton of popular author, but the yisi
: tor dared not linger to look ut it
Murmuring something about "eallinG
: again, she withdrew, much to Jemm,
{ Stokes relief Nor was she too pre-
cipitate in.her movements; for as sh,
y turned into Broadway her cloal
G brushed against Eustace Wilde
n broadcloth garments.
s She hailed a passing stage will
y one finger of the little white han,
that was SO homogeneous to her rust,
s dress and misshapen bonnet.
5 "Quite enough for one day. said tn
e brown phantom to herself, as she stoo'
i on her tip-toe to pay her fare. "I'l
have settlement with my lord to
a nioht that oh IL aotonish rat her !