St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-27

ings. and in piano, books and bric-a-brac
see evidences of refinement. He Won
dered who all these could belong to, and
if their poSSeSSOr was the mysterious
parsonage who had sent for him. Then
he fell to contrasting the comfort and
luxury apparent here with the STIFFNESS
and disorder at his own home. Here
was place to keep cool, even-tem-
pered, see life at its best. How wit
would flow and genius burn under the
Influence of these
a hand, soft. plump and white fell on
his shoulder and voice musical to the
ear, said;
''Why, Bedell, old fellow, are you
dreaming?"
In all of his life Mr.. Bedel. had never
been so addressed but by one person,
and that person he had fondly believed
during his residence in st. Paul was
hundreds of miles away from him. Now
to have a delicious reveIie broken in
upon by this never-forgotten SalutatiOn,
'Old fellow" to hear a voice that he
had hoped never to hear again, gave
him a shock that set all of his limbs
attending, and in the confusion and
surprise made him look down rather
than up. The owner of the hand that
had been lying on his shoulder, came
around in front of him, took his face be-
tween her hands and held it up. lie
sprang from her touch, shaking her Off
rudely. She laughed unsteady and,
arching her neck, looked at the fear
and shame, and beneath that the pas
sion, that were struggling for the SUI
premacy i'll his face.
"Adele-you-" he stammered.
ga Christian lady in physical and
mental Distress" she added, the most
mischevious kind of a smile playing
about her lips.
"And it was you L saw in church, :"
he went on, needless of her mOckery.
"YOu-and | did not know you"
'Oh, but knew you. You're up to
the same old tricks, preaching about the
dignity of man, that he's above the
worm and all that. | laughed to my
self. thinking, if people only knew
what a-an awful woman you were.
Where are you gOlng?'
He was cropping for the door. He acted
like a man under the influence of a
deadly drug, against whose inSidiOuS
gone from his face, the bright eyes were
luStreless, all that had made him the
personificatiOn of bouyant life had fed
before her presence.
She ran to him and threw her arms
about his neck. He feebly resisted, but
she pressed her warm lips to his, and
| Showered kisses upon him. A faint
| perfume shaken from the lace at her
bosom, the soft yielding of her flesh as
| her arms came against his cheeks, over
come his senses. She called him her
| best beloved.
He opened his eyes half dazed. He
felt the RIGHTEOUSNESS of his position
nothing more-but was no longer anX-
iouS to leave. She saw the new light in
his face and leaned toward him, holding
her lips up. He shook his head and
then quickly bent forward and kissed
her.
"There, now," she said, springing to
her feet, you are like yourself. Will
you stay there, and have glass of
Wine?'
81 will move from here to that easy
chair" he replied, noddng his head
toward an inviting one. He suited the
action to the words and seated himself.
She pushed an ottoman to his feet, rang
for wine and placed herself where his
eyes could not miss one beauty of her
form or face. He commenced the con-
yerSatiOn.
''IOu are just as beautiful-iuSt as
as-devilish handsome as ever. Why
have you buried all your charms here?'
came to see you, cherie. The East
is dull; my talents were growing rusty
| needed a change of air. Mr.. Hope has
gOne-heaven knows where-and so
thought of you, and the next thing was
to come. did. had not been in the
city day before L heard of your fame.
saw the fashionable quarter you lived
in, knew that my trip was not in vain
and settled down."
"And pray, who is Mr.. Hope?"
"Nobody. My husband, lover, sweet
heart, business partner-anything you
choose to call it. A Staid. bald-headed,
gold-spectacled old gentleman, who
made me Mrs. Cuthbert Hope one
month, gave me his little wealth an
other and went abroad the third. |
have never heard of him SINCE"
"Were you married."
Gin fashion; the same object in view
that you have i'll being minister"
She talked with vivacity, her color
| rose and fell and her eyes warmed as
she laughed at the memory of her fol
lies. The wine was brought by Marie,
who also handed her mistress letter.
Mrs. Hope broke G~
the seal, read and CA
| toss d the missive SS
to Mr. Bedell. 1t I ~Y mutt.
| was letter of dis 1,,>A %ClI1I{lIh
| miSSal from well 80. 4TMIfA ~ 'EIEIT
| known church in .leSHIs@sSkzS%- nj
| an Eastern city, M4 ESA
| commenting Mrs. NISAANg9.&LSME@
| Cuthbert Hope to M@ <lz&#sEnE
\ Il,