St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-17

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| Prayer-book' and Chssell's 'PopularEduca-
tor Your mind has to be moulded, and
the husband is the tittest person to do this
III the afternoon you will accompany me
| in my visits, and being yourself one of the
people, you possess an advantage that do
not, i'm being better able to understand their
feelings and interpret their needs. Ours is
to be the ministering life"
THAT is lovely, indeed" observed
'Bnttercup," abiding not to the cross she
had to bear, but to the glittering arms and
gay uniforms of some of the cavalry Off
GERS who were passing their house.
Il am glad" he went on, THAT you
have some notion of what the duties of a
priests wife should be. And now for bus
mess"
Martial law, 6r sacredotal discipline,
which is worse, then involved the poor lit
| tie Ignorant womaIl-child or child-woman,
who had never felt pinch or pressure be-
| fore, in its iron folds Knox Fraser gave
her a conventional sort of kiss, but did not
respond very warmly to her embraces, as
he retreated to his study, not because he
was lacking in love, but because he was
busy and pre-occupled. Day followed day
without the slightest change, without even
a disagreeable interruption, which would
have been welcome, and ''Buttercup' grew
rather weary of ermOnotonOus curriculum
life and lesSons-tea and toast, and eggs
and educatlOn-nO raptures and roses, no
lilies and languors, no balls or theaters, or
operas; breakfast and preaching, prayer
| book and Popular Educator" and lee
lures, cold lunch and examination, hard
walking and talking and visiting from 2 to
5 O'clOck-a hurried hot dinner, and dis
NAL, crowded meeting afterwards in some
stutfy, unsavory court or alley. 1t is true,
mathis one day and evensong the next va
ried the mill-round routine; but, i'll spite of
these, there was a melancholy SameneSS
about the work. Knox Fraser was q per-
feet slave, and refused all invitations to
dinner, though he occasionally relented, and
relaxed into lunch at friends house. And
light-hearted ''Buttercup." who had hith-
erto been the sweetest of hereticS in innO
cent Irregularities and was born AntinO-
man. gradually discovered, to her grief and
surprise, that the ''higher sacerdotal life"
was no fun at all, but miserable bondage
and a perpetual penance.
1t was now April, bright warm weather,
that called her young nature to enjoyment
and cheerful conversation, and she was sit
ting alone one afternoon, with bad cold,
which prevented her going out when the
front door bell rang, and Lord Beausire was
announced. He was cousin to Knox Fraser,
about five and twenty, genial, handsome,
brilliant officer in the Guards. Butter
cup had seen him before for few min
utes several times and thought him kind
and friendly. His entrance now pleasantly
punctuated stiff page in the omniscient
Popular Educator"
Heard you were i'll, from knox," he
said, bowling low, ''and came to comfort
you. Light literature, eh? Whatever is
it? Oh, Casselrs-very good, of course,
and very dry. Don't you ever see the
newspapers"
HE Thinks" she said smiling, ''women
ought not to read them-they are so full of
falsehood and abuse and bad things"
''Well," he answered in sympathetic
tones there are lots Of good stories and
travels, which give one knowledge of the
world, and which you must read to hold
your own in society,""
s'Hesays, murmured 'Buttercup" apOl-
Ogetically, hanging down her pretty small
brown head" Il want educating more.
and moulding, and brought into harmony
with my en-vi-ron-ments-yeS that's it.
And so am going through kind of curri
OUil -COulUlliS, l. tituCtSGtllu, Ic III
terrupted, ito make you fit and put you
In form. But that's rather slow and dull,
is it not?"
Lord Beausire stopped an uncommonly
long time, and took early tea and made
himself most agreeable, and left CLUTTER
cup feeling sore, and ill-used and uncom-
Portable and discontented. The next day
he called again, bearing book as an ex-
cuse, and carefully inquired, first, if his
''cOusin" Ito make it all right and proper
was any better And he repeated his Wis
its as often as he dared, till the poor little
woman-chiid or child-wOman awoke at
last with an aching heart, to find that she
had never really loved her husband, and
did truly, passionately, madly, wickedfy
love BERTHE Beausire; and he knew it.
X nox Fraser was far too much absorbed
in his ecclesiastical concerns TO inquire
about his wife'S afternoons, or to notice the
great, sad change that was taking place.
On the contrary, instead of observing the
shadow, he was pleased at her increasing
seriousness, and stupidity fancied that she.
was shaping into a suitable clergy-woman,
and would eventually shake down (the
beautiful ''brown filly" that she was) into
a perfect stable companion"
The dark hour arrived all too soon-fa-
ellis descensus. She met Lord Beausire,
her cousin" at Nine. TuSsaud's. In a
few minutes the condolences were eX-
changed, the confessions were made, and
the elopement settled. The young noble
man was not person to lose an OppOrtu-
nifty, or inclined to wait for any ones con-
science.
''Now or never" he whispered; if you
really love me you will give up ALL"
''Bnttercup" hesitated, and the woman
who hesitates is lost ''To-morrow," she
faltered. 81 must see him once more, and
say goodbye"
Cant you write," he suggested 'sand
tell him you are grateful for kindness, ETC.,
but you married before you knew your own
mind? Come darling"
The next minute they were in cab, driv-
ing hard to catch fast train from Victo-
ria station.
"What will he say. and think, and do"
she half S0bbed, ''when do not, return?"
'sYou can telegraph" he replied carress-
ing her, ''when we have reached France"
II do care for him little, you know,o
she added, land he is so trustful-it seems
cruel.n
st was wrong for him." was the an
swer, ito ask a girl like you to be his wife.
And you love me most, brown beauty, don't
yOu?"
Strange to say, they were seen on the
road by a common friend, who had long
entertained suspicious, and wondered at
Knox Fraser's obtuseness.
Poor fellow" he muttered, ''his vigil
ence will come too late. It's useless to Shut
the stable door when the steed is stolen"
They arrived at the station just in time,
Lord BeauSire got the tickets and they were
stepping into first-claSs carriage when he
was uncerem oniously thrust aside, and a
strong hand was laid on the fair fugitive's