Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-05-24
For he has heart even if he has no
fortune SHE added lightly.

fortune she added lightly.
"How canI 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! I don't doubt
he is q great, red-headed blunderiny,
Scotchman," sbe added laughing " but
money is money, Fannie, you know,
and we society girls must have an eye
to the main chancew
Dokecp still, then,' said Miss Hes
grove tartly. How do you suppose 1
can write while you keep up such a
chattering. Whata are you rummaging all
your pockets for now?" she added, her
attention momehtarily distracted in spite
of herself.
81 do believe" cried Miss Isabel, in
breathless horror, " that I've left that
bottle of liquor rouge on the counter at
the druggists. And what am ever to
do for complexion at the matinee this
afternoon?'
Is that all? We can stop as we go
back
"And ask for Miss Tracy's bottle of
liquid rouSe-that would be charming"
"The druggist isn't a fool, said Fan
Kesgrove, drvly. Will YOU let me
finish my note?'
"And we II order fresh box of Gig
arettes," calmly observed the young
lady of the period. II really don't feel
like myself without my morning
smoke p
A shudder stirred the folds of the
wadded dressing gown. Mr.. Graham
liked his own cigar but the idea of
beholding the blue smoke -wreaths issu-
ing from woman's rosy lips! Forbid
the idea it was little short of sacrilage!
And this was the beautiful Isabel Tracy,
whom he had come to New York ex-
prcssly to fall in love with. A heart
less firt, who used liquid rogue and
believed in cigarettes. 1t was simply
horrible was what it was!
Miss Kesgrove finished her note,
directed it in violet ink, superscribed it
after the latest fashion, and the two
young ladies swept out Of the room with
no more cerenonious parting greeting
to the figure in the easy chair than o
cold nod; and no sooner had the door
closed behind them than Alcck Graham
jumped up, overturning the tin foot
tub in his glee, and performed tri-
umphant pas seul on the hearth-rug,
flinging 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 the colds in the heads'
he cried, in the best voice he could
command. Blessed be-"
But here he paused abruptly. Miss
Fannie Kesgrove had opened the door
and paused, amazed and wonder-strick-
en-, upon the threshold, her eyes riveted
on the strange sight she beheld.
ell believe left my glove on the
desk" she faltered, momentarily re-
gaining the gift of speech, and snatch
ing up little pink-tinted Jouvin, she
beat as rapid retreat as was practica-
bic. And Aleck could hear her hyster-
ical voice in the hall below.
Isabel, Isabel! what shall we do?
It's tall young man, with black, curly
hair, and straight nose; and he's
dancing borefoot about the room. Do
you suppose it's some crazy man?'
"Hold your tongue, Fannie! cried
her friend, sharply; It's Alexander
Graham, my dear, e" masquerade, and
my cake is all dough this timey'
81 should rather think it was, my
dear" was Mr.. Graham mental COM
ment on these words. And serves
you right for amusing yourselves with
the tortures of my poor friend Apple
ton. Upon my word, it strikes me
that this whole affair is mighty jolly
lark, take it for oil in ALL" ... ....,s,
But Miss Isabel Tracy did not look
upon it in exactly the same light.
MIR. Graham recovered triumphantly
from the cold in his head, thanks to
the mustard draughts, potash lozengers,
and plenty of Irish moss tea; bit hS
did not attend Miss Tracy's party.
And that unfortunate girl of the
period is on the qui ri,e for m'atri,no-
NAL partner, with the requisite amount
OF capital