Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-06
MUSK AND PENNYROYAL.

Miss Margaret Willis slapped her maid
in the face one morning as the girl was
dressing her hair. "How often must
tell you not to draw the hair so tightly
back from nv forehead?" she exclaimed
sit must be quite loose, though firmly
held. You quite make me look like d
trightp'
It was soft hand, yet it could give q
singing blow, as Agnesia had learned
during the last few weeks, for such flows
were new in her experience with Miss
Willis, who till lately had been the sweet
est of mistresses. She said nothing, how
ever, but made haste to loosen the brown
hair over that snowy forehead till Mar
garet's sharp "Cosip' told her that the
right point had been reached.
Miss Willis was already dressed, for
she had adopted the custom of the EN-
press Eugene, of having her hair arrang-
ed last. When it was finished she rose,
letting slip the large cambria mantle
that covered her, and went to take care
full survey of herself in a long mirror
that stood between the two windows.
The result could not have been other
wise than pleasing. She wore a long
unic of lace and muslin in stripes over
lavender silk, and rose-colored bows
on the half-open sleeves and under her
lovely chin.
mon censqZe," she owned; and, drawing
toward her vase of large pink-and-
white fuchsias, she fastened bunch of
them round her head like a coronet, and,
taking the pearl rings from her ears,
hung fuchsias in their places.
81 am going for walk below the bel
ycdere," she said then to her maid, "Say
nothing about it to any one, and keep
people away if you can. If any of those
dreadful tourists come here TO see the
grounds, tell the gardener to come to the
terrace and whistle"
Miss Willis went down the grand
stairs. Not soul was in sight. At this
hour-it had Just struck eleven from the
clock in the grand fountain-all the Ia
dies and gentlemen in the villa except,
perhaps, the master OF it, the Marquis OF
San Giorglo, were in their rooms, and
would leave them only at the souno of
the breakfast bell, which rang precisely
at noon. II the marquis was out, he
would be at the potteries in the very far
thest corner of the villa. He almost in
var1bly devoted the hour or two before
breakfast to his correspondence.
Following little path that wound
among the shrubs and trees, Margaret
descended to the level, where, from the
windows above, she might have shown
like large flower in the midst of the
rich green. She did not wish to be seen
from the windows, however, but to es-
cape all observation for time, and to
study for an hour her position, with the
airs of heaven blowing about her. Sc
she went nearer the belvedere, and when
she saw its dark balustrade stand out
against the blue sky began to walk slow
ly to and fro in its shadow.
Here was her position. She was a
young, beautiful and accomplished New
England girl, rich for her native city, but
not rich for one OF the grand cities either
CT the new Or the old world. A wealthy
| and ambitious aunt, who had spent the
greater part of her life in Europe, haO
brought her here, intending to find a
great match for her. Margaret had glad
| " come abroad, but had not committed
herself to the matrimonial scheme-hao
indeed, been very cool about the candi-
date who Immediately presented himself
The marquis was agreeable, elegant, rich
and of very high lineage, and he was moi
very old. She had no serious objection
to make, but she had not yet been able
to consent, though daily urged by hel
aunt and by the lover himself. And sht
could say neither yes nor no. She wa
too Indifferent to accept, and the propo
sition waa to brilliant to refuse. She haG
seen enough of society in London, Paris