The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1890-07-04
THE BLOOD-STAINED GLOVE.

got over all the sight SEEING" said Cap
tain Featherstonhaugh, bending ten
derby towards the lady at his side.
"Preliminaries are very fatiguing, |
know, to our Sort" he went one hum
orously. "Introductions to sisters,
aunts and cousins, and all the sugar
and salt that accompanies an en-
gagement; beginning with a kiss from
Aunt Miriam, and ending with a pres
ent from the house-keeper. Still, we
are getting on very well, you must
allow. You have been here just
let me see." And Captain Feath-
erstonhaugh took out his watch
and looked at the time. Gust two
hours. In that compass you have
been stared up and down by the Mater,
Pater, and future sisters-in-law, and
come through all like a statue. Even
Aunt Miriam's kiss didn't melt YOU"
. "I'm very odd, 1 know" laughed
Miss Boscowitch, tossing aside the
white Russian furs which evelvoped
her. 81 want anew sensation. Tread
people off like story books, and it is
always the same story. The only Diff
ference is the binding"
81 very well like the binding of this
book" said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still more tenderly.
"Pretty speeches, said Miss Bos-
cowitch, looking rather absently out
of the window, "never mean very
much"
Glow cold you are" said Captain
Fatherstonhaugh. Zone would think
that you had hadsome absorbing at
tachment beiore-only l know that to
be impossible"
"Why impossible?" said Miss Bos.
cowitch, throwing herself into an
American rockingham, and lazily set
ting it in motion.
"Becauseyoa would have told me-"
said he, humbly, AZ should have liked
you all the better for it,"
Miss Boscowitch made no reply,
but turned q large emerald ring, which
gracedth third finger OF her left hand,
rather uncomfortably round and
round.
The mar who stood before her was
the most desirable of men, and up to
the moment of entering that work
shop-as hechose to call lifelong, low,
Observation-Disclosures room, which
was appropriated to him at Steppe
Castle-she had believed that the
dreams of other days had glided out
of memory's reach. What vibration
from the wing of destiny had touched
her now? What mystic chord had
the last few minutes spent IL this
room set in motion?
They had met at the house of a mu-
tual friend that summer; the mutual
friend being, in this instance, one OF
those unselfish individuals called
matchmakers, aiding and abettmg
the promotion OF others happiness
with a hearty satisfaction. And it
was while Donald, the champion
dancer at the Blair Athole games,
was executing n series OF Devil
dering steps, that Captain Feather
stonhaugh had assured Miss Bosco-
witch of his devotion, and been assured
in his turn of it's acceptance. And
now she had come to stay at the ro-
mantle castle OF Steppe, in Perthshire,
to be introduced to the family OF the
man whom she was about to marry.
"Did you ever are for anybody be-
fore?" said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still humbly.
"Did your" said Miss Boscowitch,
with a sudden flash OF gaiety.
"You are. evading the question:"
said Captain Featherstonhaugh.
"My dear Hugh" said Miss BOsco-
witch, laying @ very pretty hand on
the young man'sshoulder, when Twas
at school, Ihated MangnaTT's questions.
/ never could answer one of them.
Please don't be so tiresome as old
Mangnall. Show me yourtreasures?"
Captain Featherstonha .lgh was
head over ears IN love with this sub
tie, sophistical, graceful girl, who was
indebted to her half Russian parent
age for her easy method of turning
his questions just the roads she de-
sired, and throwing such q brilliant
light on the breathing, palpitating
present, that the poor shrouded
ghosts of the past must needs have NJ
presence there.
"What shall I show you first?" he
said, drawing her hand within his
arm. I've made collections OF all
sorts of bric-a-brac-"
"Show me your boomerangs, and
and a~ssegais," she said, laugh
ing.
"Little savage" returned ne, that
soft light, which Is loves popularity,
illuminating eachstrongly marked fea-
ture. "Comel l will show you some
thing romantic enough! Something
that is more human than assegai.
Something l have often puzzled over,
and in my own clumsy fashion, twist
ed many a little story out of.
Captain Featherstonehaugh moved
away to a curious oak cabinet. which
completely filled a deep recess at the
end of the room, and after fumbling
in his pocket for a key, unlocked a
drawer, the contents OF which he COM
menced to turn over, whistling an old
negro melody as a sort OF accompani-
ment to his search.
Miss Boscowitch did notfollow him.
She remained at the mantlepiece, idly
"