St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-01-21

would show her that If she were incapab lie OF
appreciating his destinations, there were 9TH
er women who possessed more discern ment.
What can get vous" he inquired, as they
entered the refreshment room. "a cup OF
tea, please.'' So B rowne ordered the tea
and some strawberrie and cream, and. Sc
Letting a corner table, was soon engaged In
most interesting conversation. "Would
you think me unpardonably rude If l asked
your name?' be presently asked. "Mne is
Ramsbury Browne" he added, producing his
card.
''Reallyl Do you know am certain
have met you before somewhere. At Lady
Teddington'sl No? Then 1t must have
been at Lord Cramleigh's or Sir Cresus
NuplIin's. am Mrs. Harrington; my hus,
band is in the SD lancers, you know"
II remember you perfectly" cried
Browne, enraptured charmed to renew
our acquaintance in so delightful man
ner."
| Browne had not the faintest recollection
| of Mrs. Harrington, but he did not like to
own that he was not on visiting tie rms with
such exalted personages as Lady Tedding-
ton, Lord Cramleigh and Sir Cresus Napkin.
They grew more and more confidential
and the afternoon slipped away impercepti.
bly-at all events to Mr.. Browne.
"Might ask to be allowed to calla' he
enquired, emboldened by the lady's alta
| bility.
sWell, suppose it is not at all proper
she answered, efficiently, shut shall be
very glad to see you any Friday at No. 15(
| Curzon street."
''You may depend upon me-" said
Browne.
At this moment he happened to raise his
eyes, which he had hitherto kept pretty con-
stantly fixed on his fair companion, and the
sight which met them caused a cold sbuddel
to run down his back. At the next table
| but one sat no less parsonage than Mrs.
Grewser, his mother-in law, the only person
of whom be really stood in fear, and beside
her was his wife, The elder lady's eyes were
fixed upon him with a stony glare Of horror,
while flush of indignation lent additional
beauty to the face of Mrs. Browne. They
had evidently been there for some minutes,
and must certainly have noticed him writing
down Mrs. Herrin gton's address. Browne
vainly tried to persuade himself that he had
done nothing TO be ashamed of-he writheG
in his chair, and devoutly wished that the
| floor would open and swallow him up
WHAT is the matterl' asked Mrs. Herring
ton, alphabetically; ''you look quite pale
and agitated."
Nothing" stammered the unfortuna ate
man, "some people did not want to see,
Rather sudden, you knew; it startled me q
little.''
"Pray go and speak to them. Don't lei
me detain you"
| Browne rose in feeble manner and ad.
vanced toward his outraged relatives.
''How do you do, Mrs. Grewser?" said he,
with the courage of desperation. ''This /:
quite an unexpected pleasure"
$50 should think, indeed" rejoined that
lady, in tragic whisper, ignoring his prof
fered hand; ''and may ask who that crea
ture isl''
sob, certainly. Mrs. Harrington, wife Of
a man in the SD lancers. Met her at Sill
Cresus Nupkin's.''
II don't believe you, Ramsbury," retorte6
| his mother-in-law. Introduce her to NE al
once" Browne turned to obey, but Mrs.
| Harrington had mysteriously vanished
Dear me, how odd! But she lives at 15O
Curzon. We can go and call on herr
''No. $50 CurZon street," almost shrieked
| Mrs. Grewser ''There is no such number
That woman is no more the wife of man iu
the lancers than am; and this, sir. is the
way you deceive your poor wife, whom you
worry to death with your abomlnable suspi
cions. came up TO town this morning tC
protect her from your insults and this 1:
what find.n