Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1883-08-18
A LAKESIDE MUsING.
i've me the bandoline."

to the Lady Cecil Mulcahey tha
June evening as she stood before thu
glass in her boudoir, beautiful arti
cles of Cirtu, choice bits of fancy
work, and all the new com remedies
that were scattered around in grace
full confusion giving to the room al
air of refined beauty that one Sc
seldom sees outside the precincts O.
Naples or Kokomo.
"Yes, Madame replied Nannett,
Stiggins, the French femme de cham
bre, handing her mistress the re
quired article. "And does Madame
wish her vinaigret?"
No." replies Lady Cecil, a cold
cynical smile passing over her fea
lures as she speaks. Lord Reginald
de Courcey Short will yet rue the
day on which he laughed my apple
pie to scorn," she continued, speak
ing softly to herself, "and told me
with a cruel sneer on his lips, that he
would, ere the ruddy glow of autumn
faded into the snowy whiteness ot
winter, wed simple Ruth Redingote
theyhumble cotter's daughter He
may think that 1 have forgotten his
words, that l have choked away the
grim wolf of despair that has been
gnawing at my heart, but time shall
teach him better; shall bring home
to him with terrible, crushing force
the truth that hell hath no fury like
a woman's corns-like a woman
scorned, l mean"-and with twirl
of her taper fingers she chucked the
powder-puff deftly into its box and
began long, weary search for the
hair brush.
Summer in Chicago. Up from the
pebbly beach that is kissed by the
laughing waters of the great lake
come the sensuous zephyrs of a per
feet June night. The merry shouts
of the children as they start out,
skates in hand. for an evening of
riotous fun, mingle with the low, sad
sough of the wind as it sighs among
the deserted ice wagons, and over all
there is a brooding silence that some
times awes even the lightest hearted
of the merry crowd that throngs the
streets
Ruth Redingote and Reginald
Short are walking arm in arm down
the principal thoroughfare, and as
the gaslight falls with fitful flicker
upon the pure young face of the girl
her companion looks down to her with
a smile. She has come in from her
happy country home in St Louis, and
sees for the first time the strange,
new sights of great city. Reginald
thinks, as he gazes fondly upon her,
that there is none so fair as this
woman, none that could so securely
bind his heart in the silken fetters
of a pure, holy affection. He feels
that without the sunshine of ber love
life would be an evil waste whereon
would lie the whited skeletons ct
Hope and Ambition. And so, feeling
thus, it seems to him that he cannot
do too much for her, cannot make his
yielding to her every wish too plain.
And so, bending over her, his bright
young face aglow with the kindly
light of deep affection, he asks her
if there is anything she would like
any delicacy in the brilliantly-lighted
windows that environ them on every
side.
"Yes," answers Ruth, a pleased
look in her deep, luminous eyes, 81
aCould like something"
"What is it, darling" and as he
speaks the last word a bright crimson
blush sutfuses the girls cheeks.
She hesitates an instant and then,
in clear, ringing tones, come forth
the words:
Lemon pie"
A low. fendish laugh breaks upon
the night air. Reginald turns hastily,
and there before him, more beautiful
than ever, stands the Lady Mulcahey.
''Lemon pier she misses tiercely.
"And this is your chosen bride-you
who are so cultured and refined.
My vengeance is satisfied" and with
another mocking laugh she flees away
into the darkness.