The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-06-12

with good deal of effusion.
Before Julia had time to introduce her
to Mr. Howard, she caught quick jeal-
Gus flash of Mrs. Lovelace'S black eyes at
Captain Legard Then Miss Winstanley
moved quickly back towards the fire and
began to enquire very cordially after Mrs.
Trafford's health, finally sa. Dg that she
would like cup of tea, a I'd subsiding
in the most natural way in the world
into the very chair nearest to Captain Le-
gard.
Captain Legard, as matter of ordinary
courtesy. had to attend to her wants, and
did so apparently with no small amount
of pleasure Mrs. Lovelace looked as
black as q thund er-clOud, and her bold
little face looked as Sullen as an angry
child's; and it grew blacker and blacker as
Captain Legard's broad shoulder was
turned towards her that he might the bet
ter chat with Miss Winstanley.
will you put my cup DOWN." she said
at last in furious voice.
Captain Legard raised his eyebrows
but got up with great show of politeness
and took the cup from her, which, blythe
by, she might just as easily have set
down upon the little table beside her; and
having put it back upon the tray, he went
back to his seat and took up his con-
versation with Miss Winstanley exactly
where Mrs Lovelace's request had broker
it off.
1t was altogether too much for the fur
ious little lady with the black eyes: she
jumped up from her chair and walked
over to Mrs. Trafford.
Yes, 1 must go thanks" she said in an
swer to that lady's rather lukewarm
Must you go?"-"We are dining at the
Palace tonight and have several letters
to write before dress Good-by. So glad
to have found you in"
She contrived to whisper Aren't you
coming?" as she passed Captain Legard,
in a tone which, had he been her husband,
would have meant bad quarter of an
hour by-and -by-and in reply he answered
in a rather louder tone, mot just now"
after which. with o Scant adieu to Julia,
Mrs. Lovelace went away.
Mrs TraffOrd and Julia looked Signit1-
cantly at one another. as if to say that the
atmosphere was stormy, but Captain Lee
gard sat down again beside Miss Winstan-
ley and went on talking as if such Il per-
son as Mrs. Lovelace did not exist.
THE lady did not seem" began Steph-
en- Howard.
''No, exactly" rejoined Julia, drily.
Mother. dear, any more tea?"
Not any more, thanks, DEAR" Mrs.
Trafford answered, giving her attention
to the crimson sock.
You will, Pamela-it is fresh tea, said
Julia, and Pamela did have another cup,
and another hot buttered scone.
GtnOaS cha oftnO lO0Iy LIZA fhot9P ask cd
Stephen Howard.
pretty Often" Julia replied.
what Il pity--for she is pretty"
"Yes-I have seen her look charming"
Julia replied. "When she is pleased and
all goes smooth, her own diamonds are
not more bright than she is. D.
HAS she good diamonds? Is she per
son of Importance" he said carelesSly.
"Oh, yes; she is Il county woman" Julia
replied, land her diamonds are exquisite.
When she wants to look smart she blazes
like jewellers shop
He went away presently with IL permits
sion to come with his sister on Sunday af-
ternoon, and indeed to look in whenever
he liked. And after few minutes more
Miss Winstanley and Captain Legard
went away together.
HE is going home with her." cried julio
greatly excited Mother, did you see it
all! She was furious. How silly of her to
give herself away like that"
She ran to the bow window from which
they could see the entire length of the
street Mrs. Lovelace, blythe by, had
rooms in the corner house on the opposite
side of the street
'"They are going right past the house.. -
Julia cried, in an ecstasy of enjoyment
"And Mrs Lovelace is standing at the
drawing-room window. Ol what row
there will he. I wonder if he. too, is din
ing at the Palace tonight"
at is very silly wonder that II pretty
woman of standing can be so foolish as to
put herself in such n position" said Mrs.
TraffOrd secure in the dignity of having
herself not SO long ago refused to marry
Colonel Urquhart, the Smartest commands
ing officer who had shed the light of his
countenance on Blankhampton for man
and many Il day.
Mrs Trafford went away then, but Julia
sat still in the window idly watching
passers-by in the street and thinking a
good deal about Stephen Howard. She
was not so excited as she had been on the
the plainest of women and those who
have long given up hoping for leaf OF
romance to illumine the dull book of their
lives, take to the position of queen when
they find it offered to them. Already the
Improvement in Julia Trafford's whole
person and manner was not only apparent
but marked. Already it seemed as if her
cheeks had bloomed afresh and had sud-
denly come out in dimples, she brought
out quite stock of little coquettish airs
and graces admirably adapted to go with
the little tip-tilted nose and curly top-knot
which afore-time had been her distin
gushing characteristics. And already
she looked years and years younger.
Surely, Love is wonderful alchymist
He turns the old lamps into new, and
grinds the old young again. Not, ali the
same, that / wish you to infer from that ]
look upon Julia Trafford as being old.
No-no-but she was not SO young, that is
so girlish. as she had been ten years be-
fore; she was seven and twenty years old,
which in Blankhampton, let me tell you.
where women have no pursuit. but mar
rage and only go in for study of the arts