The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-06-22
AT DAGGERS' POINTS.

spot on the crown of his head. "And I
advise you to go in for 'cm!"
s"Thanks," said Richmond Grey, care
lessly, 'rll look into the matter"
"And all this time I am OBTAINING you
from your dinner" cried Mr.. Leigh.
ttPray excuse me; I never thought of
that"
'It's of no consequence" said Grey,
modify. 81 don't know but that 1
shall step into Delmonico's."
"And Mrs. Gregg"
The young husband shrugged his
shoulders.
"Pardon an old friends curiosity-but
hope you have not quarrelcd?" asked
Leigh, with a solicitous glance.
tQuarrcled? We never do anything
clse"
care you in earnest?"
eyes; serious, sober carnest!"
~"But-pardon me-, once again-yours
was a love match?"
"Unfortunately, yes"
tAnd you are not happy2"
81 don't know why" said the young
man, with a perturbed face. "No, we
are not happy. Agnes meets mt
with a smile. I have done my best to
please her, and in vain-and now I have
left off tryingw
And Redmond Grey sauntered off with
his hands in his pockets, and his chin
dropping Gstlessly upon his bre asst, while
old MI. Leigh looked after him with a
sigh.
''There's a screw loose somewhere"
said he. "Thcre he goes, into the res
taurant with Archer and Lonsdale;
there'l be several bottles of gold-seal
damaged, and a round bill to pay, wind
ing up with an evening at billiards."
And off trotted Mr.. Leigh to the beef
steak that formed his frugal dinner at a
cheap clearinghouse. For Mr.. Leigh be-
longed to the noble army of old bachelors.
At the same hour q tall, beautiful wo-
man was pacing up and down the floor of
a handsomely furnished dining-room in a
brown-stone house up town, while the
rustling Of her rich amethyst-colored silk
dress made a sound like the waves of the
sea.
'It's too bad" said Agnes Grey, bit
ing her full scarlet lip. "The second
time he's been late within q week. And
yesterday he forgot all about that box
for fho fhaofro P,,f TS1 ehou, H., --t.L
Think of his behavior when he comes in"
She rang the bell sharply, a servant
answered the summons.
"Dinner, Spcncerm said she.
"But, ma'am, my master has not"
"Dinner, say! Do you hear mc?"
Miss lilly Handley, Agnes Grey's ma
ture single cousin, shrugged her shout
ders as Spencer left the room.
els it worth while to excite yourself
about such a trife, Agnesg" she said.
GA trihe!" cried the indignant young
wife. 81 don't call it a trife. If the
man had a particle of affection left for
me he would not treat me sol"
eff he could sec your face just at pres
ent, Agnes, he would be pretty certain
to absent HIMSELF" quietly observed
Miss Handley. @Do you know, my dear,
I think you scold him too much?"
"Not enough, you mean."
81 mean just what I say. A man don't
like the reins held too tight"
But when Richmond Grey himself
sauntered in later in the evening, a cloud
came over her classically beautiful face.
"Well," said he, 'does any one want
to go to the opera tonight"
''To the operaW echoed Agnes with an
expressive glance at the ormolu clock,
which occupied the place of honor on
the mantel. ut is too late"
"Not a bit too late. Who cares fol
the o%verturea Will you goq"
Mrs. Grey coldly shook her head.
8" do not care to go row..
every well, then I shall 60 alone"
"Just as you please" said Mrs. Grey,
haughtily. And Richmond Grey went
out, closing the door not very gently be.
hind him.
Agnes burst into tears. Gle behaves
like . brute, /" said she.