St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-01-03

Cue gave me a cOLlllC cldic.
'Well, never, neyer-could have BE-
! lieved you'd be so nice"
''You fiatter," murmured. ironically.
mice to me-you've no cause. guess
you could have done without new aunt al
this time of day."
She saved you trouble, this girl. / was
puzzling how to approach the thorny sub
ject- She stepped straight into the BRAN
bles.
''How happy should be TO call you so. -
said l, sarcastlcally. But for that you
must first marry my uncle. Possibly you
may have noticed that Mr.. CRIMSON is a
very proud man."
''As LucIfer." she rejoIned, "who, I'm
sure. was English himself"
she disowned my mother for marrying a
D'Aubigny. No Frenchman, according to
his creed, would be an English gentleman s
| equal"
''Its the rule" she said coolly. Your
father was the exception. | suppose"
'.And do you suppose" exclaimed, en-
ragged. that he ever would have solicited
your hand had he known the social standing
Of your father. the policeman; your grand
| father, the confectioner; your stepfather.
the hair dresser of Unionapolis?"
Her stare was tragic now. Her cheek
paled. She trembled.
You're Joking" she faltered. hoarsely.
/ sprang up eXultant.
NAY, denial is useless. This letter,
placing these historical facts beyond dispute,
arrived yesterday in time 10 Illustrate the
! imposition"
With What" of wild dismay she
snatched the letter. read. shuddered. sank
together, family calculating, ''Lostw
"Wretched girlr' shouted. Which are
vultures. pray? We, his kindred, or you.
entrapping him into marriage under false
pretenses?"
''StOp. Mr.. David" she implored.
AS well she might have cried, "Woap TO
a runaway fire engine.
Little whippersnapper of a nephew
dead mems shoes. Parasitesi"
Mercy" she entreated.
$50 perish all fortune huntersw
She seized 9th of my hands, saying,
''Be silent and listen" so authoritatiyely
that l obeyed-as though she were my aunt,
| indeed.
my mother is the cause of this. She Is
beautiful character, but she's got what
they call an oriental imagination. She
objects to giving plain things their right
names. Pm used to hear her call a
| postilliOn a cavalier. dish-coyers cupOlas, a
temporary jug fiagOn, a street fight duel,
but this was carrying things too far!
Mother. what frightful mischief have you
donel Too late!"
"Can you possibly mean" 1 asked, be-
wildered. THAT these-disclOsures-
her daughter by surprise-that you believed
yourself of gentle birth?"
''Of course / did," she replied simply.
"How should i know better? True. once
since my engagement she dropped hint in
har nl fafi hat mn
But never dreamt of anything approaching
this, or should have insisted on knowing
the worst. Then, perhaps, I'd fallen
at his feet with a frank confession; but
now he'll never forgive-never. in the
violence of just resentment, believe me in
nocent of this fraud, for L cannot prove it.
Oh, my lost friend! Great goodness, that's
| his knocKi'
She started mp.
Come to denounce mother and child.
How shall face him, how brave his re-
proaches?"
She hid her face.
/ stood over my aunt that was to have
been, feeling almost tall and quite heroic.
Now for revenge. now for Goals of fire.
1t was glorious moment.
Celia" l said. lit may not be too late.
Listen. Touched by the sunshine your in
fiuence has brought into my uncle's life,
Withheld that letter-gave him one about
ensilage instead. He suspects nothing. The
frank confession is still yours to make"
Worthy nephew of your uncle" she
cried, intending compliment. "I'll thank
you afterward. He mustn't find you here.
This way-quick."
/ barely disappeared through one door as
my uncle entered through the other, con-
cerned TO find his betrothed in tears.
My dear Celia" ne began so tenderly
that l must peep through the keyhole tC
certify it was uncle speaking, this
wretched accident has affected your
nerves."
The train was upset. but it takes more
to upset me-" she sobbed. 81 wish I'd
been cut to pieces, / do. 1t would have
spared me what mind worse, and you
would have regretted me. Say you would,
Richard"
Cecilia, dearest love-" here nearly be-
rrayed myself by starting and yelling,
what have l done to provoke this strange
reception?"
''Our marriage" she said with a desper.
ate dignity, ''cannot take place"
Said my uncle, with frowns in his voice.
"This testing, Celia, is ill-timed; l don't
understand"
Us
"a terrible family secret, carefully kept
from me hitherto. Circumstances over
which had no control materially affecting
our condition"
PecuniarY circumstances" he suggested.
"You mean your fortune was overrated.
Your mothers liberal expenditure has led
her into debit"
ats worse than debts" she declared,
paused, then announced, solemnly: "BlOts
on our escutcheon generations cannot eff.
face"
"a family skeleton" he began uneasily.
trying to laugh. That's bad"
'Worse than the worst you can mag
ine."
mot crime?" he muttered, startled.
Worse than a crime" she affirmed.
Hereupon he arose impatiently, saying:
Dearest Celia, think you have got con-
cussion of the BRAIN"
mot ]" she returned mournfuIy, 'its
my mothers where the screw is loose.
Don't blame her before me, Richard. She
is romantic-she has misled you about oul
origin by using high-sounding language.
The awful truth never knew myself. Om
union is impossible. / am no tit match fol
Richard Grimston."
1.-The daughter of an eminent public
functionary, and of collateral descendant
of the Norfolk Howards is no unfit match,
even for Richard Grimston."
He was a simple policeman" she
sobbed, ''in England; a storekeeper in
America. Mothers family's only cOnnec-
ton with their illnstrious namesake was
that they supplied their breakfast table with
fresh rolls. Take back your betrothal ring.
Richard, the worst is yet to come. The
late Mr.. Pierpont was no artist-but IA
perfumer, ETC."
There was a tremendous pause. broken