St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-02-20
WHOSE LOVE 1T PLEDGED.

dow of a dim. unlighted room across
the way, and looked out upon the car
riages that came and went, depOsiting
fair burdens at the foot of the broad
brOwnstOne steps.
Gam l keeping you at home, Day.
tonw asked the elder Of the two men,
breaking the silence suddenly, and
turning to his companion. ''DOn't let
me do it! Go over and enjoy yourself.
Here are the evening papers. I'll turn
up the.gas and read for an hour or so,
and then, if l grow sleepy, will go to
bed"
81 do not like to leave you alone,
uncle. now that you have just returned,
but it is masquerade, and the host,
Judge Proctor, is the father of the
sweetest lass that ever made the mo-
ments pass like sands of silver from the
glass of enviOuS time, dOWn-Shaken.
She is only nineteen, but l have loved
her these three years, and it sets me
mad to see another man speak to her,
or touch her hand. And yet / know
how hopeless my love is; for her father,
rich and proud, intends to match her
delicate beauty with a wealth and pride
equal to his own. He knows l am poor,
l live here. is as likely to cut me off
with shilling as to make me her heir.
A thousand times l have sworn that l
would rush away and leave it all, but I
only creep back here and watch for
glimpse of her sweet face, smile from
her bright eyes.
land is money the only trouble be-
tween yOu?'
sThe only shadow, can assure you,
Uncle Paul. Her father knows / am
faithful and ambitious at my work; he
even helps me to case now and
then; but he told me plainly that it was
his profession to depend upon to marry
girl reared in wealth and luxury, just
as though Rosie would choose wealth
instead of love-" - ~
81 used to work shoulder to shoulder
with Ralph Proctor years ago, and l
fancy if money is the only barrier, can
persuade him there is no use In letting
you two children waste your lives in
thus mourning for each other. But you
want to go to the sport tonight"
yes; only to see her face, uncle
only to hear her voice."
swell. that is right. Let me see your.
gala dress. Knight OF some impossible
order. 1 SUPPOSED"
mo; wait minute"
The younger gentleman left the room
and ran up the broad steps three steps;
at time. Still the carriages came and.
went across the way, and glimpseS of all
queer people fitted about.
Presently there came low rap at the
parlOr door, and tall, fair lady en-
tered, dressed in creamy satin, with a
soft lace mantle draped about her
shoulders, one long, graceful point of
which was drawn over her head, shading
the abundant coils and curls of golden
hair, and falling like a 2eoquettish veil
half down her face. e,,.rlr$s 49,
Mr.: Edgerly bowed politely and said:
''If you will be seated, madam pray,
allow me" and he pushed, one easy
chair toward her and waited for her to-
speak.
Hang it all. uncle, I don't know how
to talk in this rig" said the laughing
voice of Dayton Edgerly., "Don't you
really know me? Then i fancy the dis
guise will be difficult to penetrate. Hal
Stuyvesant was to call for me, but 1
have borrowed the housemaid's water
proof, which propose to proceed to en-
velope myself in, and then if you will
escort me across the way and bring the
cloak back it will make the myStiica-
ton more complete. Halls costume is
up in my room, and Thomas will wait
upon him when he comes. Now, then,
if you please"
With courtly grace and gravity, Mr..
Edgerly offered the apparent lady his
arm, while she awkwardly gathered her
trailing garments up and strobe away.
At the door of the guest-thronged
mansion some delay iu the showing of
card slipped unnOticed down the steps.
Mr.. E. picked it up on his way home,
and wondered vaguely how he would
feel mingling with such gay crowd as
that he had just seen.
Seven years in Australia made him
shy about the ordinary demands of So
ciety, but the mystery of masquerade
filled his thoughts with queer interest.
A monk, hooded and .cowled, stole
quietly in among the maskers. and
leaned against the pillar in the long ar
cade parlOr.
Presently a little sister of charity
came and stood beside him. resting her
hand on his arm.
81 am tired of it all, papa" she said,
| in a low, weary voice.
''Tired so early replied the monk. in
| a voice scarcely above a whisper. ut
| should all be delightful to YOU"
Eyes, but it is so strange, and no one
| takes any notice of me. You look more
| like king than a capuchin. spite of
| your cowl--you have such magnificent
| shoulders"
The monk smiled under his mask, land
| asked, softly:
"DO you know-that is, do you recog-
niZe-many of the people here?''
Eyes, good many. That handsome
knight in purple velvet. with the silver
| hilted sword, is Dayton Edgerly: and
| that woman with the satin dress is Mrs.
| Bryce-such an odious creature; she
| clingS to him all the time"
81 guess you like Dayton more than
| you have told me.'
Il thought it was his place to tell you,,
| only he does not dare to, because he is
| was until tonight. | don't see what
makes him go on so with that Mrs.
| Bryce. She came and tried to talk with
! me, just to show off, but l would not
| speak to her, and he has not said word
| to me-"
perhaps he does not know you?"
"But he ought to know me. l recOg-
| nized him the first thing. l knew he
| would be the handsomest man in the
room; only wish he would come and
speak to me. You think he does not
care for me, know!"
"Oh, no! He told me, not twenty
iOul bOu1O uSO. oiiuU lO lONCu yOus
Told you? Oh, papa! And what did
! you say to him!"
Il told him that I thought if you loved
him, and money was the only obstacle
in the way of your happiness, you need
not hesitate long about being happy"
ooh, you dear, blessed papa"
Beware, Sir!'' Kissed voice in the
ear of the monk. Beware how you
talk with that young lady! Yon are
more than suspected herel'' and the
lady in the creamy satin dress swept by
| with the stride of an Amazon.
| .YOu precious old goodness" cooed
the girl; ''if it were not for that horrid