Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1885-01-10
A SCRAP OF PAPER.

by the by, I have not yet asked your
name?"
'Millicent Bell, ma'am."
"Millicent! All, that is my name.
Well, to prevent mistakes, | shall call
you Bell. OF course, You don't mind?"
''Oh, no; ma amt
And Lady Lullenworth says YOU can
dress hair well, and that YOU under
maid?"
Yes, ma am
Then, Bell, I shall wantyou to com
to me on Monday, for on Thursday, as
I 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. I shall expect you
on Monday"
Mrs. Remington, having thus con-
cluded the, to her, new task of engage
ing a 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; l do
hope Charlie will like her." for Mile
Remington was in that first-very first
stage of married life when all her
ideas circled round a d conferred on the
said G arlie.
Theirs had been a real love match.
Captain Remington havin met Miss
Duncombe ut the house of a mutual
friend. in that most hospitable of coun-
ties, Yorkshire, straightway lost his
heart and his reputation of being the
most adamant of captains; and, despite
some opposition on the part of Dun
combe pcre, who, as is the way of faith
ers generally, considered his daughter
a mere child, who cou dn't possibly
know her own mind. Milliccnt Dun
combe was ''wooed and married and
a all within We months of her meet
ing with Charlie Remington, and in
stalled in II charming little, house at
Mayfair. the gallant 800th being quar-
tered at Knightsbridgc. Captain Rem
ington had Just got his leave. and they
were going down TO Duncombe for their
first visit 81 ce theirmarriage, in all the
glory of heaps of new luggage. gun
eases. horse box, lady>s maid. and the
Captains own man.
''Oh, oh. i! how dreadfully provok-
ing!!" cried Mrs. Remington the Tues
day morning following. as she read
through her letters. having supplied
her lord and master with coffee and all
things needfnl.
"What's the matter, Mill any one
dead?'
mo; but those dreadful tailor people
say they can't let me have my travel
ing-dress to-morrow-they can't get
the buttons in time;' and she glanced
round the coffee urn with a face indica-
tive of the deepest despair.
Never mind, old girl. wear another
I'm sure you look lovely in anvthing,'
mind the buttons. get Others
"Oh, but. Charlie, | am so disap,
pointed, and you've really no idea what
a dress it will he; and. as to the but,
tons, oh, no, l couldn't reconcile my.
self to any other. Charlie. | won,!el
"Well?" said Charlie. getting up and
standing in a Observation-Disclosures
style. before the bright little fire, gaz-
ing admiringl!y at his pretty wife.
"Charlie, with the most supplicat-
ing clasp of the hands. would it be
very announcement if VIZ put-Off ou1
journey till next day? 1t is such q
dress to travel in, so plain and quiet,
just what you said you liked when you
saw the Princess at Baden
"You uncomfortable little piece Of
vanity!' laughed her husband, pinch.
ing her cheek; 1.-The idea of changing al
your plans because a dress isn't coming
up to time!'
but, Charlie Nesting under his
arm, you do like to see your wife well
dressed, and you always say that it's
first impressions that are more thar
half the battle"
II declare l shall call you 'Circe re
DIVA And l am to countermand the
horse-box and reese we'd carriage, so thai
Mrs. Remington may make a startling
impression on old Potts, the station
master at Duncombe, and his noble le
gion of porters. Well, well, and this
ZONES Of being married to a -'
Don't say Gree again, Charlie
she wasn't very nice, and had some
thing to do with pigs said Mile, coax
' III Eria sThs' I'll tell Bell we cant &c
Ndptdlu neu11uStOu was Ocep1y Gil
gagged putting the final polish on a new
gun which had just com home, anc
with which he intended doing great ex
ecution in the Duncombe preserves. a
knock at the door of his den.
Come in," he said, and, going t
open it. his wife's maid stood there.
please, sir, misses says would yor
please write these luggage labels?'
"All right, Bell; Just put them on my
writing table. I'll attend to them di
rectly.'
The gun being at last satisfactorily
packed away, Captain Remington be
thought him he would have a smoke
and then he would see about the labels
Hang it all! where are the lights?'
feeling in all his pockets. Il must have
left them in the dining-room. All
here's a bit of raper;' and he picked
up a crushed half sheet of a letter. He
was proceeding to smooth it before
twisting it up. when some words caugh,