River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1885-07-16
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''GlNe me the BdNuOllue.
The soft, mellow tinkle of bells came
floating over the hills and dales to the
Lady Cecil Mulcahey that June evening
rs she stood before the glass in her
boudor, beautiful articles of Uirtu.
choice bits of fancv-work, and all the
new coru remedies that were scattered
around in graceful confusion giving to
the room an air Of refined beauty that
one 50 seldom sees outside the precincts
of Naples or kokomo.
Eyes, Madame, replied Nannette
Stiggins, the French femme de chdnlbre,
handing her mistress the required article.
"And does Madame wish her yinaigret?"
No replies Lady Cecil, cold,
cynical smile passing over her features
rs she speaks Lord Reginald de
Courcey Short will yet rue the day on
which he laughed my apple-pie TO
scorn," she continued, speaking softly
to herself, .'and told me, with cruel
sneer on his lips, that he would, ere the
rudy glow Of autumn faded into the
snowy whiteness Of winter, wed simple
Ruth Red .ngote, the humble cotter's
daughter lie may think that | have
forgotten his words, that | have choked
away the grim wolf of despair that has
been gnawng 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 wom-
ans corns-iike a woman scorned, l
mean and with twirl of her taper
fingers she chucked the powder-puif
deity into It's box and began long,
weary search for the hair brush.
Summer in Chicago Up from the
pebblv beach that is kissed by the laugh
ing waters Of the great lake come the
sensuous zephyrs of a perfect June
night The merry shouts of the children
rs they start out, skates in hand for an
evening Of riotous fun, mingIe with the
low, sad souoh OF the wind as it signs
among the deserted ice wagons, and
over an there is a brooding silence that
sometimes awes even the lightest heart
ed Of the merry crowd that throngs the
streets.
Ruth Redingote and Reginald Short
are walking arm in arm down the princi-
pal thoroughfare, and as the gaslight
falls with titful 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 III St. Louis. and sees for the first
time the strange, new sights of great
city. Reginald thinks, as he gazes fond
" upon her, that there is none so fair
as this woman, none that could so Sc
curely bind his heart in the silken fet-
tiers of a pure, holy affection. He feels
that without the sunshine of her love
life would be an evil waste whereon
would lie the whited skeletons Of 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 aifec-
ton, he asks her if there is anything she
would like any dclicacy in the bril-
liantly-lighted windows that environ
them on every side.
Yes, " answers Ruth, a pleased look
in her deep luminous eyes, Il W0uld
like something.
''}Vhat is it, darliug?n and as he
speaks the last word Il bright crimson
blush suffuses the girl checks.
She hesitate an instant and then. in
clear, ringing tones. come forth the
words:
Lemon pie,'
a low, fcndish laugh breaks upon the
night air Reginald turns hastily, and
there before him. more beautiful than
ever, stands the Lady Mulcahey.
Lemon pie she Kisses ierceiv. And
this is vour chosen bride Won who are
50 cultured andreiined. NJ vengeance
is satisfied aud with another hooking
laugh She lees away into the darkness.
-Cbmag0 IiiJtUte.