Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04

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The case is different when q woman
shows herself upon a stage, for then she
appears to seek q public verdict, and
must abide by the consequences. Lottie
had been complimented in public by Q
roval prince, and from that moment al
kinds of people in high society asked to
be introduced to her, and sent her cards
| for social festivities. She received pres
ents ikewise-a great many bouquets,
and handsome bracelet from the stew
| ards of the charity for which she had
performed. AS matter OF course, too,
her services were solicited for other
charitable objects. Would she sing at
a concert? Would she join the Charade
Club? Would she take stall at the
forthcoming fancy fair in aid of the
Shoeblacks' Clothing Fund?
Lottie wrote amusing letters to her
husband to relate her triumphs. He
had been absent more than month
then, and she daily expected him home.
Unfortunately, his absence in the north
! was prolonged by series of unexpected
| events. The election was over, and the
candidate belonging to Despard's party
had won the seat; but now new minis
try was formed, and the member for B. i,
having accepted Office, vacated his seat
before he had formally taken possession
of it. Contrary to all expectation, the
reverse party resolved to oppose his re-
election. and Despard who had conduct
ed the first campaign In way to earn
the heartiest thanks from his employers,
was requested to remain a few weeks
over time to manage the second. He
could not have well refused, even had
not such satisfactory pecuniary terms
been appended to the request. As it
was. he contrived to run up to town for
three days to see his wife. and then
started back for his post, refreshed by
this short holiday, and feeling game for
any amount of work that promised good
pay and praise.
Before he went, Lottie had asked that
she might go with him. II do not Like
your being away so long, Charley" she
said, with tears in her eyes; cit feels as
if our happy little home were broken
up" =.
"You couldn't go with me, dear, :"
answered Despard, trying to banter
away her melancholy. 'B. is regular
hole, and you would find nothing to do
there. I am at work almost all day,
and sometimes a greater part of the
night, at the office. As for our home
being broken up, child, why, think Of
the lots of money 1 am making, and how
many pleasant things we shall be able to
afford when I return"
81 liked our old style of living best"
answered Lottie with little sigh. 81
have SO many new friends now, and they
are forever wanting to take me away
from home. I don't care about going to
PARTIES without you"
"Well, I shall only be away for fort.
night this time," affirmed Despard as he
kissed her. s'After that there shall be
no more gadding about, except you &c
with mech, little woman?"
She smiled at him as he went of, and
doubted not that he would return in two
weeks. But these two weeks stretched
into three; and then, the new election
taking place, Despard's candidate was
defeated. A petition was lodged, and
there was considerable excitement over
the whole country. Despard tarr1ed a
few days more to indite some leaders
about the petition; and after this he re-
manned yet awhile to help the plaintiffs
in getting up their case. Every morn
ing he used to write to his wife, 81 Hope
to be able to start for town tomorrow"
but something always occurred to delay
his departure; and day after day slipped
by without his noticing the fight OF
time. Having been well paid for his
work, he was anxious like good fellow,
to do more than he had been strictly
paid; but one morning he was abruptly
recalled to sense of his martial obliga-
tons by receiving an anonymous letter.
It was female hand, and ran as follows.
"When the cat is away the mice will
play. The beautiful Mrs. Despard has
no doubt complacent husband, who
does not mind his wife receiving COM
promising attentions from Lord Gilliard.
At least, this is what the world will say
if Mr.. Despard continues to keep his
eyes shut much longer"
"Some jealous catamaran wrote this,
I suppose" muttered Charley, as he
crumpled up the letter. But after reflect
ing moment, he resolved that he must
go up to town. He took the train a
couple of hours later, and on the jour-
ney disagreeable thing happened. He
had bought some of the lighter weeklies
and comic papers to read in the carriage,
and in two of them he read accounts of
the ''beautiful Mrs. Despard's" appear
ance at the Charade Club and at fancy
fair. One of the papers called her the
'Dawning Beauty" and gave rough
portrait of her, with some idiotic lines of
poetry appended. Despard was not
pleased by this homage to his wife; but
he was still less satisfied when, on reach
ing his house in Cover Street, he found
that Lottie had just gone out to dinner
party. It was seven o'clock; but the
season was summer, 50 Charley, feeling
unreasonably vexed at his wife's absence
Gor he had not telegraphed to her to say
he was coming), set out on foot to ram
BILE toward his club. On his way some
more disagreeables confronted him.
In the window of shop in Oxford
Street he saw number of photographs
of Lottie displayed Capital photographs,
they were, too), with the name sMrs.
Despard" written over them, just as
though that name were already we'll
known to fame. Astonishment rooted
him to the spot for q minute, then he
marched into the shoD and soid sharn1v