St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-07-26

| lcNcTeu fancy, Dut at this moment his 10
appears to me more diabOlical than ever
mans was before. think of Miles Stan
dish, and curse the hour when L admitted
my friend to share the secrets OF my bosom.
Is he telling of my egregiOus folly? She
laughs. Is he witty at my expense, then?
A few hours ago my greatest chum. and
now i hate him with a deadly hatred-at
least think 1 do.
Hurriedly run over in my mind my an
cestors and my relations, as far as can re-
member them, but do not recollect ever
TO have heard of any one of them as being
insane
Evelyn is still monopolized by Chalmers.
In despair L return to the album. This
time the fateS are more propitiOuS. Open
/ ing in the middle of the book light on the
portrait of Evelyn Bellairs. This sweet
mouth is not laughing at any other mans
wit. These eyes only look straight into
my own.
How long / have been gazing at it 1 do
not know, when hear the sweetest voice
| in the world say over my shoulder:
You are very much interested in nv
al bum, Mr.. Trevor. What are you looking
at ?'
sprang to my feet, and she moved
nearer 10 the table.
| Chalmers has brought her. How /
wronged him, With the kmdest, plying
smile he meets my eye and turns away.
''At my own Portrait" she eNclaims
looking up TO me with a smile.
''Do you think" say in a low voice,
that should care to look at any Other?''
She bushes and looks down. ''How can
/ / teli?" she murmurS.
L am about TO utter 1 know not what,
when the voice of the monster is heard
through the room, that is 10 say, he stands
about four feet away, and speaks, very
likely, in his ordinary voice, but to me it is
a hideOus shrek.
Evelyn, " he says. LADY Burliston wants
to hear about Fidele."
With one glance from her blue eyes she
goes.
Can she really prefer comparing notes
about those wretched little dogs to talking
20 me? Yet she seems to be very happy
with the ancient Lady BurlistOn. To my
thinking everything in its place" is a very
good old saying, and Lady BurlistOn should
have staid at home in her armchair.
But if cannot talk TO Evelyn can lOol;
at her. Once her eyes met mine, and then
some one comes in front of her and talks TO
her. Flesh and blood and broadeloth are,
alas. impenetrable.
Here JenkynS announces dinner, and the
/
Trevor will you take Miss Flo rteScue as
well as Mrs. Latimer? Kent was to have
taken her in"
Mrs. Latimer is my pet abominatiOn, and
the Ogre's voice distinctly chuchleS as he
announces this disagreeable fact With
| feelings of angry repugnance l move across
the room to the Simpering, unconscious Mrs
Latimer. prattling baby of 80. l take
her and Miss FOTtescue to the dining-rOOm.
and. bearing in mind Chalmers kind
prompting. steer straight to the end of the
table. We're just standing in our places,
when Miss FOrtescue says:
But. surely we are wrong, Mr.. Trevor?
/ am not Lord MacPhOOle. and'-lOOking
at my card-''YOur card is wrong too
Then Chalmers was deceiving me. and /
am not to sit near her after ALL Horror TO
be made a fool of i'm this way. The drops
stand on my brow: look Savagely round
for the traitor, when it suddenly strikes me
we are on the right hand side of the ia
| bic.
Inspired with fresh hope. say. 81 know
that we are to sit at this end; suppose we
try the other side?''
And true enough, there we find our
names.
i see, with a fearful joy, that Jenkyns
has put my name at the top, and left Mrs.
Latimer and Miss ForteScue to sit together.
Calling down blessings innumerable on his
powdered head, take advantage of this
arrangement. Thank heaven. l gave him
a sovereign the other night. although l owed
it my tailor many times over.
We are only just in time, for here Lord
MacPhOole. whispering another of his
odious jokes as he comes, brings in Evelyn.
She gives me little glance, fondly hope
.f,
her.
We are standing, waiting for grace. when
that vile monster says. from the other end
/ of the table: ''Mr. Trevor we cannot al
low two ladies to sit together. VIII you
divide them. please
Imploringly do gaze into that stern
monsters eyes, weakly do L half reach out
my hand toward my name card as a feeble
protest I'M self-defense, but 1 finally sue
cumb to his memorable eye, and-Mortescue
finds herself next to my goddess.
The dean ruShes through grace, but he
| gives me time tOspour my disappointment
into Evelyn's eyes, and L almost think she
is sorry, too.
On the strength of this my dropping spir-
its revive, and L awake to hear Mrs. Lati-
mer asking for the salt. IpaSs it hastily,
and she seiZeS the occasion of my heads
DNlll- Nulutu AOMdlu az
Il suppose you have heard the latest
news?-
No" say, indifferently, ''social? pO-
litieal?"
Il mean Miss Bellaire's engagement
''She is not engaged.'' | cry. not so much
contTadicting her rs daring her to contra
] dict me.
The man opposite to me stares, recall
ing me TO my senses, and Mrs. LatimeT goes
on in her most aggravatingly babyish man
ner, 'Oh. yes. haven't you heard? to Lord
MacPhooIe. Isn't il a rather good match?''
There is no speech, scarcely any breath
left to mel Not the slightest answer do l
vouchSafe to her, but turn at once and
begin strict watch. This then is the Sc
cret of his staying always by her side. The
fiend, jealousy. is rampant. Never have L
hated man as 1 hate MacPhOOle.
But will see for myself. Every look.
every expression of hers will l mark Can
she love him. wind bag. red-haired,
radical ScOtchman? But no, comfort
myself. after a careful study of his hateful
face: that would be impossible.
Suppose the eyer-tO-be accused monster
has given an unwilling. helpless maiden to
him? This is too likely. Wildly do L make
plans for rescuing a captive damsel from
/ the foul enchanter. No knight-eTrant was
ever so truly pledged to one service and one
mistress as /. None of them ever burned
SO valiantly against oppression.
I meet a glance from Evelyn's eyes. which
read by the light of this new idea, says:
Deliver me. My heart burds fieTcely with
seom and rage against Duncan Rufus
MacPhOOle.
And yet perhaps Mrs. Latimer was
wrong after all. Reports are always false.
But still she always knows every scrap Of