The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1884-09-27
A SCRAP OF PAPER.


name.
"MllicenL Bell. ma am"
"Millicent! All, that is my name. Well,
to prevent mistakes, | shall call You Bell.
OF course your don't mind.
"Oh no, ma am.
And Lady Lullingworth says you can
dress hair WELL and that you understand
your duties thoroughly as ladys maid. "
Yes, ma'am."
Then, Bell, shall want you to come
to me on Monday, for on Thursday, as |
think told you, we shall leave town for
Yorkshire, and in those few days you will
be able to get into my ways; so good
morning; shall expect you on Monday"
Mrs. Remington, having thus concluded
new the, to her, task of engaging lady's
maid, leant back in her chair with the
feeling of having got through her business
satisfactorily. ''Such a nice looking
young woman, and so respectful in her
manner, do hope Charlie will like her."
for Mile Remington was in the first
very first-stage of married life when all
her ideas circled round and centered On
the said Charlie.
Theirs had been real love match.
Captain Remington, having met Miss
Duncombe at the house of q mutual friend
in the most hospitable of counties, York.
shire. straightwsy lost his heart and his
reputation of being the most adamant of
captains; and, despite some opposition on
the part of Duncombe pere, who, as is
the way of fathers generally, considered
his daughter a mere child, who couldn't
possible know her own mind, Mllicent
Duncombe was wooed and married with
in two months of her meeting Charlie
Remington and installed in charming
little house in Mayfair, the gallant S00th
being quartered at Knightsbridge. Cap
tain Remington had just got his leave,
and they were going down to Duncombe
for their first visit since their marriage in
all the glory of heaps of new luggage
gun-cases, horse-box, lady's maid and
the captains own man.
"Oh, oh, oil how dreadfully provOk-
ing!" cried Mrs Remington the Tuesday
morning following, as she read through
her letters, having supplied her lord and
master with coffee and all other things
needful
Whats the matter, Mill-any one
deads"
mo; but those dreadful tailor people
say they can't let me have my travelling
dress tomOrrow-they can't get the but
tons in time;" and she glanced around the
coffee urn with face indicative of the
deepest despair.
Never mind wear another; I'm sure
you look lovely in anything" in tone of
perfect sincerity; "or never mind the but
tons, get others"
"Oh, but, Charlie, am so disappointed.
and you've really no idea what dress it
will be; and as to the buttons, oh, no,
couldn't reconcile myself to any others.
Charlie, wnoder.-"
We'll" said Charlie, getting up and
standing in monarch of all survey
style before the bright little fire. gazing
admiringly at his pretty wife.
Charlie" with the most supplicating
clasp of hands, would it be very incon-
venient if we put off our journey till next
day2 1t is such dress to travel in, sc
plain and quiet, just what you said you
liked when we saw the princess at Ba-
den"
"You unconscionable little piece of
vanityr' laughed her husband, pinching
her cheek; "the idea of changing all your
plans because dress isn't coming up to
timer
But Charlie" nesting up under his
arm, you do like to see your wife wei
dressed, and you always say that it's first
impressions that are more than half tht
battle"
81 declare shall call you 'Circe Redi'
viva And l am to countermand the
horse boy and reserved carriage, so tina
Mrs. Remington may make startling I'M
preston on old Potts, the station maste
at Duncombe, and his noble legion O
porters. Well. WE'LL and this comes o
being married to A"
Don't say 'Circe' again, Charlie; sh,
wasn't very nice, and had something to d.
with pigs" said Mile, coaxingly." TheI
I'll tell Bell we can't go till Friday"
Captain Remington was deeply engag-
ed in putting the final polish on new
gun which had just come home, and will
which he intended doing great execution
in the Duncombe preserves A knock oil
the door of his den. Come in, =" he said
and. going to open it, his wife's mait
stood there.
PLEASE, sir, missis says would YOU
please write these luggage labels?'
"Afl right Bell; just put them on m.
writeing stable. I'll attend to them direct
ly,"
The gun at last being satisfacto ril.
packed away, Captain Remington be
thought him he would have smoke, an
then he would see about the labels.
Hang it ALL where are the lights?
feeling in all his pockets. Il must hav
left them in the dining room. Ali here
a bit of paper" and he picked up crush
ed half sheet of q bletter. He was pro
ceeding to smooth it out before twistin
it up, when some words caught his atten
ton.
by Jovel precious careless of Mile
leaving her note about like thisl Who i
the world has been writing to her
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