Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-29

wearing such Partisan bonnet as poor
Daftodil had never seen before.
"Pardon me for 1ntruding," said the
lady with royal air, "but are these Mr..
Grey's rooms?'
"They are,n said Daffodil, summoning
all the dignity at her control, and secret
ly wondering if this might not be the
bette noir of her thoughts and fancies-
Miss Dodworth. "But 1 did not hear
you knock"
81 did not knock said the anony-
nous fair one with hauteur.
Dafodil colored.
II am Mrs. Grey" said she quickly.
"Pardon me-" said the lady, ~ am
Mrs. Grey. I suspected something of
this neao order of things" with con-
temptuous curl of her lip, .and 1 have
come from Chicago to counteract it,"
MADAM" said Daffodil, standing very
erect, although she could feel herself
trembling all over, "you must be insane.
I was married to Mr.. Grey on the first
day of last January"
''The lady laughed hard mirthless
laugh.
s'Indeedl" said she. Sand l was mar
ried to him On the sixth of October, two
years ago. Poor child!' as the pallor
overspread Dafodil's countenance, 81
don't suppose you are to blame; but IN
this hard world we have to suffer for one
another's crimes. Where is hep
"I-don't know" family admitted the
bride.
"Humph!'' said the lady, COMPRISING
her lips. HE is at his old tricks, see.
"Well, can wait. You don't ask
me to be seated. but shall take that
liberty without your permission
And she sat down, flnging back the
folds of her rich India shawl, while DAT
fodil watched her with silent dismay.
Was this true? Had John Grey really
deceived herr He whom she had loved
so entirely and trusted so infinitely? If
this was really so then there was no truth
in all the world!
The shadows gradually deepened; the
clock on the mantel licked as steadily as
though it were running a race against
time-and still the two sat there silent
and speeches., each dreading, yet long
ing to hear John Grey's footsteps on the
stairs.
At last he came.
"Sitting In the dark, pet?' he cried
out, merrily, as he crossed to the mantel
and lighted the gas-jet. II must see your
dear little face, for I have something to
tell you which,
He checked himself abruptly. for at
that moment he caught sight of the pale,
beautiful stranger in the Partisan hat
and glistening India shawl. He turned
to Daffo5il.
'sWho is this lady9" he asked.
II do not know her." she answered.
'Do not you2''
"Never saw her before in my lifer'
said Grey, in unfeigned amazement.
The lady rose nervously.
"Is-is this gentleman your husband?"
she said, the color varying On her cheek.
she isl said Dahodil, mechanically.
"There is some mistake!" said the
stranger, with visible embarrassment.
"This is not the Mr.. Grey I mean. My
Mr.. Grey Is short and dark, with a heavy
beard-Richard, Richardson Grey and"
The young husband struck his hand on
the table, as if an idea had suddenly &C.
Cured to him.
"With slight cast in one eye?' said
he. can artist, is he not
"Exactly" cried the India-shawled
beauty.
"He occupies the suite OF rooms direct
ly above u.s. said he. she moved in
last month
"Then,'' said the lady, 81 have mis-
taken the flat. Pray, pray''-to Dafodil
forgive me-"
But Dafodil could only laugh hysteri-
cally and hide her head on her husbands
shoulder.
And not until the door had been closed
behind the stranger, did John Grey ex-
claim:
"Poor fellow! I've heard something of
this. She torments his life out of him
with her petty exactions and unfounded
.jealousies. SIZE follows him round the
world like Nemesis; l am glad you are
not like her, my pretty Dafodil!''
And he went on to tell his wife how he
had been working all this time to earn
enough, by extra labor in his profession,
to buy little one-storied cottage in the
suburbs of the city, with tiny garden
attached, where there was an apple tree,
thicket of moss-roses all in bud and a
little summer house all braided over
with glossy woodbine.
II signed the papers to day, Daffodil,"
said he. 1--WE can move in next week,
just in time for the roses and strawber-
mes. Dear one, I know you have been
homesick for green grass and bird songs
all this time, and have longed a score
of times to tell you of all that was in my
mind, but it would have spoiled this
glad surprise"
And all Daffodil could say was:
sob, John-dear John, 1 am SO
happy!'