The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-06-15

which the Falconers were invited, and Isabel
and Mrs. Dwight We're out shopping. "1f
were you I should much prefer the UNI
dressed kid" said Mrs. Dwight, sit is more
styish.''
ssThen of course must submit to it, even
though do not like it as WE'LL" replied Isa-
bel, laughing.
"Out of fashion, out Of the world" smiled
Mrs. Dwight.
Given in 80 small matter as gloves,
think sometimes a woman is a perfect
martyr to fashion," A rustic OF silks at
her side caused Isabel to look up from the
| kids she was examining.
Mrs. Hervey, lady whom she had met
and liked particularly, stood beside her,
and cordially held out her hand. Another
lady stood by her side, whose face Isabel
did not notice as she took Mrs. Hervey's
hand.
"My dear Mrs. Falconer; Sc happy to
! meet you," cooed Mrs. Hervey. "Allow me
to present to you my friend, Mrs. Monteith,
of New York, Mrs. Falconer."
Mrs. Monteith's eyes had been fixed on
! Isabers face in cold stare of recognition,
and, as Mrs. Hervey pronounced the name,
she looked for the first time into the cold
face, and caught the unwinking stare in its
| perfection.
Every trace Of color left her face in her
indignation as she met the look, and was
reminded by it of the insults this woman
had delighted to heap upon her IN the past,
but she controlled herself enough to ac-
knowledge the introduction by coldly civil
bow, but Mrs. Monteith tossed her head
scornfully, and gave no token Of having
heard it.
II have met this Mrs. Falconer BEFORE"
she said in an aside to puzzled, mortified
Mrs. Hervey.
Isabeps face was q study, and Mrs.
Dwight, too indignant to finish her shop.
ping, drew her away as soon as possible.
"For PHYS sake, Mrs. Falconer, do tell
me why that ill-bred woman should treat
you in that shameful way" she said, as
soon as the carriage was in motion.
sit is very short story" said Isabel,
bitterly. sMr Falconer first met me behind
millinery counter in New York where this
woman was a frequent customer, and
where she delighted in heaping insults upon
me as shop-girl. He fancied me, and
brought me here as his wife.
perhaps, Mrs. Dwight, now that the
murder is out, your sympathies will be with
Mrs. Monteith." and she looked sadly in her
friends face.
ON no HAS JUSLlCSy NILS. = tsACOAOA. AO~
piled Mrs Dwight, warmly, laying her hand
| on Isabel's, which was trembling with ex-
element. 81 trust fashionable life has
not ossified my heart completely. and you
may rely upon my friendship and support"
"Believe me, your friendship is appreci-
ated," said Isabel, gratefully, returning
the pressure Of the friendly hand, "and now
that you have heard so much Of my history,
perhaps you would like to hear more" and
she gave a. brief sketch of the principal
events of her life up to the present.
'Why, it's real romance" cried Mrs.
Dwight, when she had finished; 81 always
liked Mr.. Falconer, but am sure that he is
a perfectly grand man now"
$50 am l." said Isabel, with a sigh. tIf
could only love him as he SO richly de-
serves.'
ssYou will! Love can not help coming to
reward such a kind, unselfish character"
Mrs. Hervey and Mrs. Monteith, IN the
meantime. had left the store.
spray tell me what you can have against
Mrs. Falconer,'' said MIS-. Hervey, coldly.
Il think you owe me an apology for treat
ing friend of mine SO rudely." She was
not at all afraid of Mrs. Monteith's elegant
apparel or snobbish manners; within her
own recollection she had been forced to live
plainly, having only been so prosperous for
few years. She had always visited Mr..
Hervey's family, and his young wife had
never inquired upon what ground the ac~
quaintance originated.
81 am not accustomed to treating shop
girls as equals" replied Mrs. Monteith,
with disagreeable haughtiness; "you',
friend, Mrs. Falconer, was nothing but a
common shop-girl when Mr.. Falconer took
her up and married her, and made up my
mind when ] heard the disgraceful story
from Nine. Arnot, her employer, that if
ever came to Philadelphia would expose
herr
"What disgraceful story?" demanded Mrs.
Hervey; she was still too indignant with
Mrs Monteith to take in the fact Of Isabeps
low estate in all it's terrible significance.
"Why, of course, she must have inveigled
him into the MARRIAGE replied Mrs. Mon
teith; ''no man of his wealth would marry
shop-g girl unless unduly influenced"
s'Haryey Falconer isn't a man to be in
veigled,'' asserted Mrs. Hervey, emphat-
ically. ''rhe fact Of her being a shop-girl
wouldn't influence him against her mo-
ment if he fancied her otherwise.
II pity Mrs. Stanford" said Mrs. Mon
teith. s'It must be g terrible blow to have
such a mesa,ltancc IN the farnlly.''
''Yes, poor Mrs, Stanford!' cried Mrs.
Hervey, Ironically. "she came here and
made them visit, appeared with Mrs. Fall
coner in public, and went home perfectly
charmed with her sister-in-law, as know
on undoubted authority" IN triumphant
tone, stand ! would advise you, Mrs. Mon
teith. to keep your knowledge Of Mrs. Fal-
coner to yourself, If you have no better
grounds to found your antagonism upon.
Mr.. Falconer isn't the first man in our
American aristocracy who has married 8
poor girl, though it isn't every poor girl
that can rise from a low position to higher
one with such grace as Mrs. Falconer has
done," she added, significantly.
Something in the latter allusion seemed to
touch Mrs. Monteith in tender spot, for
she tossed her head and said something
sharply about arrogance and ''upstarts,"
which Mrs. Hervey did not catch.
"What do you think, Aunt Katy" said
Mrs. Hervey, an hour later, as she was
seated in a pleasant room at home, where
an invalid's chair was drawn up to sunny
window.
eve met that elegant Mrs. Falconer at
Cady's this morning, and Mrs. Monteith
gave her the cut direct in such an insolent
manner. was 80 mortified I thought
should sink: Mrs. Harry Dwight was with