Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1873-05-22
W.. THURSDAY, MAY 90, 1873


ably returned, with thanks-I should
suppose you would know nae better
than that, Julie Kesgrove.'
"But he is in earnest, if ever poor
love-stricken swain was'
~ dare say. My lovers generally
are !"
"And you will end by breaking his
heart, if you go on in this sort of way.
For he has heart, even if he has no
fortune" she added, lightly.
GLOW can l help that? No, no /;
this poor Leonard Appleton must be
sent about his business. A catch like
Alexander Graham don't come along
every day in the year! / don't doubt
he is a great, red-headed, laundering
Scotchman," she added, laughing (;
"but money is money, Julie, you
know, and we society girls must have
an eye to the main chance!"
"Do keep still, then" said Miss Kes-
grove, tartly. ''How do you suppose
l can write, while you keep up such d
perpetual chattering. What are you
rumaging all your pockets for now 2"
she added, her attention momentarily
distracted in spite Of herself
81 do believc,' cried Miss Isabel, in
brethless horror, ''that I've left that
bottle of liquid rouge on the coun ter
at the druggists! And what am l
ever to do for complexion at the
matinee this afternoon
SIS that all We can stop as we
go back
"And ask for Miss Tracy's bottle of
liquid rouge-that would be charm
ing!'
"The druggist ist fool" said Ju-
lie Kesgrove, drily. "Will you let
me finish my hote?"
And we'll order fresh box of
cigaretts," calmly observed the young
lady of the period. 81 really don't
feel myself without my morning
smoke y
A shudder stirred the folds of the
wadded dressing-gown Mr.. Gra-
ham liked his own cigar; but the idea
of beholding the blue smoke wreaths
issuing from woman's rosy lips
Forbid the idea-it was little short of
sacrilege. And this was the beauti-
fill Isabel Tracy, whom he had come
to New York expressly to fall in love
with! A heartless firt, who used
liquid rouge, andI believed in cigar
cites +! 1t was simply horrible-that
was what it was
Miss Kesgrove finished her note,
directed it in violet, ink, sealed and
superscribed it after the latest fashion,
and the two young ladies swept out of
the room with no more ceremonious
parting greeting to the figure in the
easy chair than cold nod; and no
sooner had the door closed behind
them than Aleck Graham jumped up,
overturning the tin foot-tub in his
glee, and performed triumphant pas
seu1 on the hearth rug, tlinging the
skull cap half across the room, and
recklessly endangering the skirts of
the dressing robe against the Goals of
the red-hot crate.
BLESSED be colds in the heads" he
cried, in the best voice he could COM
mand. "Blessed be"
But here he paused abruptly. Miss
Julie Kcsgrove had re-opened the
door, and paused, wonder-stricken and
amazed, upon the threshold, her eyes
riveted on the strange sight she be-
held.
'I-I believe left my glove on the
desk y she faltered, momentorily re-
gaining the gift of speech, and snatch
ing up little pink-tinted Jouvin, she
beat as rapid retreat as was practic-
able And Aleck could hear her hys-
terical voice in the hall below.
'Isabel, Isabel what shall we do :?
It's a tall young man, with black,
curly hair, and a straight nose and
he's dancing barefoot about the room
DO you suppose it's some crazy man p
"Hold your tongue, Julie!" cried
her friend, sharply; It's Alexander
Graham, my dear, en- masquerade, and
my cake is all dough this time!'
81 should rather think it was, my
dear!' was Mr.. Grahams mental COM
ment on these words. "And serves
you right for amusing yourselves with
the tortures of my poor friend, Leon
ard Appleton! Upon my word, it
strikes me that this whole affair is a
mighty jolly lark, take it for all in