Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31
A MASQUERADE.

AoSOi . dppCdlanCC d. lIlO OICudlu uIul.
IAN aquiline nose is a defect in any
woman's face; it looks strong-minded."
"And that black silk of hers has been
turned, too. I saw the old stitches"
yawned Essie. "What do you think of
her singing2"
"Guy seems to hang upon her num-
bers."
ashes novelty" .'. .
Fascinating or otherwise, the gentlemen
at the house seemed to rally around Miss
Lowell, to the no small discontinue of
the Misses Thornton. Her very indiffer-
ence lent a charm; and even the turned
silk failed to disgust them, or the fact
that she was suspected of earning her
own living. There was a picnic to the
recesses of the pine woods one day, when
other expedientss for killing time had
been nearly exhausted, planned and car
ried out by Miss Lucia and her sister.
"And where is our charming Miss Low
ella" asked Duchene, an attache of one Of
the legations, whom Lucia had contrived
to attach to her party. .".
~ don't know" returned Lucia.
us not Miss Lowell here" demanded
Guy; land why is she not?'
"Don't annihilate us, Guy! What is
Hecuba to you?"
~ will return for Miss Lowell said
Duchene, not comprehending the situa-
ton.
II will fetch her myself" threatened
Guy, hurying away. But he did not re-
turn. Miss Lowell had no mind to accept
an invitation at the eleventh hour; she
was busy sketching. Would she not give
him u lesson in the art2 And whether or
no, there he staid beside her till the sun
set dyed the sea with the hues of shell.
No end of banter followed when the par
ty returned from the woods.
''This is the way Mr.. Thornton does
his picnicking? questioned Duchene.
'Don't you KNOW" adressing Miss Lowell,
"'that they used to burn women for witch
cratic"
"Neither did the men escape
''These Thorntons are proud family,'
he pursued. They think themselves the
cream Of society, and the rest Of the world
but sklm-mllk.'
And represent bonny. clabber per-
haps?"
They are naughty race whoever is not
born with silver spoon in his mouth is
beneath notice-except for amusement
"You seem to have studied the Thorn
TONS"
'They interest me with their contempt
Tor wor XII wonder nobody asks if the
malt that lay in the house that Jack
built was not furnished by their GRANDPA
theirs brewery;''
''You are too bitter, Mr.. Duchene-bit-
ter as beer. And Mr.. Thornton, does he
share their contempt?"
II have never heard but he is Thorn
ton.
''Miss Lucia thinks your lecture is long.
She IS In doubt about the text. I believe
you engaged her for this waltz?" They
were having some informal dancing in
the parlors that night.
One evening in August, Miss Lowell,
having spent dull day in doors, threw
open her blinds, and felt it waste of the
season to remain nnder roof. The un-
Iverse seemed too narrow to hold her. and
throwing on cloak which envelopod her,
folding black veil across her yellow
hair, and fastening the hood of her wrap
beneath her chin, she stole out. Present.
ly, as she sat in the shadow of great
rock, Il boat put in, and Duchene helped
Miss Lucia ashore, and strolled away,
while Guy planted an oar in the sand
and Essie crouched beside him.
you will take cold," said Guy, awe
must 90 in"
"You wouldn't be in such haste if /
were Miss Lowell. don't know where
you get your plebian tastes. Everybody
is laughing at your devotion"
"Let those laugh who wln," returned
Guy. "Le roi s'anuse."
Miss Lowell had left her seat at the
mention OF her name, and loitered along
the beach, STOPPING to gather shell OF
bit Of some wreck as she went.
"What old witch is that?" asked Essie
SIS she passed them. .
"It looks like fsher-woman gather.
ing drift to boil her pot" but having de.
coyed Essie in doors, he flew back to the
sand.
"The step betrays the goddess" over.
taking her.
II hoped to pass for fisher woman
"You! To complete the disguise, lei
me'take you out in my boat"
"With all my heart" lie roS s'amuse,'
she reflected; but he allows another, to
share his amusement" and directly they
were floating through a drift of stars.
mlngling jest and sentiment; slipping
past the lighthouse, beyond the splits Of
sand, with breakers Dreaming about them,
till the beach lights were but sparks
against the darkness, past stretches OF
meadows, and the lonesome wharves OF
the town. "Mr. Thornton,' she cried
waking from the spell, IS chimneys and
steeples stood revealed, what is this?'
"This is Bagdad. Our boat has been
propelled by Afrites. l am the NEGRO
mancer who has annihilated time and
space. Shall I'VE keep on up the river,
and join the caravans for Aleppo and
Damascus?"
"Do let us return; it must be late.
There are no lights in your Bagdad.'
"The Caliph prohibits them after 9P.
NJ. Besides gas and kerosene havn't come
to light yet. My dear Miss Lowell, the
tide is against and the wind is not with
us. Even necromancer may err. You
have made it dangerously pleasant. did
not dream Of the hour. Halleo! there ~
he shouted, under the bow of brig. II
will give any man his price who will
help me row back 70 the beach," And
presently two stout sailors swung them
selves into the boat. When Miss Lowell
and Mr.. Thornton walked up to the Or
chard Farm, the sun was rising.
"Oh, Guy" cried Essie, coming tor
ward, "we have been so much alarmed
The servant said your room had not been
occupied, and"
''You were beginning to wonder if black
would become you, eh?'