Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-05-09

ElIersby in a surprised tone. Il thought
he loved no one but himse1-so!-an
] who is the LADY,"
That's what every one wants to know
replied Marion, eagerly; "he picked her
| up down In the country somewhere, but
/ she's got no pedigree-nO money, no tai
ents-nOthing but personal beauty.
Which is worth all the rest put together
to a woman, interrupted Ellersby cynlc-
/ ally. What is she like2"
The Town Crier reeled of an auctiOneer-
like description of her at once.
Tall, fair, blue eyes, beautiful COM
plezion, magnificent figure, and the devils
own temper.
Nice set Of qualifications. especially
| the latter, murmured EIlersby. Balls
cOmbe fond Of her?"
Hey! oh, yes-madlyl won't let her out
Of his sight, but he had to tonight, as
he's off down to his place in Berkshire on
| business; tried to make her ladyship come
too. but she wouldn't because Of this
! dance-good Lord-fancy a dance at this
! time of year!-but Kerstoke's wife was
always slightly cracked"
Does Lady Balscombe reciprocate her
/ husbands adOration?"
Not exactly! hey!" ne replied, chuck
ling. "CaIliston is first faVOrite there.
"Eh!-the deuce-I thought he was IN
love with old Balscombe's ward, Miss
Penfo1d."
so he is-but he makes love to the
| L !
be surprised if it ended in the divorce
court"
well, you are generally right in your
surmises," retorted Ellersby; but what
would Miss Penfold say to that?"
"Heyi oh, she'd be glad, replied Mar
ton; bless you, she cares more for Myles
Desmond's little finger than she does for
the whole body Of CallistOn."
@Oh, know Myles," said Ellersby,
promptly; a rafting good fellow, was
with him at Cambridge. but we somehow
never hit it Otf-trying to make a fortune
by his pen, hear.
Yes! and hasn't made q penny yet, so
he acts as secretary to his cousin, Lord
Calliston. He's next heir to the title, you
know, hey?"
Much chance he'll have of it, replied
! Ellersby cOntemptuOusly. Collisions
sure to marry and have heirs, unless he
| kills himself IN the meantime with drink
| but to revert to our former conversation
the Balscombe menage seems slightly
mixed"
Hey! rather. It stands this way" ex-
| planned Marion, eagerly; "BaIscombe's
jealous Of his wife on account of Calls
ton, Lady B. is jealous of CallistOn on
account of Miss Penfold, and that young
lady does not care two. straws for the
whole lot of them in compassionate Myles
Desmond"
Sounds like the second act of a
| II "
ing. Well, when see Lady BalscOmbe
I'll give you an opinion of her looks;
meantime, you must be dry after all that
talking, SO come and have a drink"
Where are you stOpping?" asked Mar
ton, as they went to the supper-rOOm.
Guelph Hotel, Jermyn street." said
Ellersby, only for few days till get
my rooms fixed up; I've brought such a
lot of things home that my chambers look
like an old curiosity shop. What are you
having?"
@C6ampagne, :" replied Marion. %Oh, I
say, dear boy, seeing his companion with
a small glass full of brandy, that looks
bad at this hour! Hey, you haven't"
mo, I haven't" interrupted EIlersby,
impatiently; I'm only taking this to-
night because I don't feel up to the
mark.
Marion said no more, but after parting
with his companion went back to the
ballroom, and, meeting friend, cOnfded
to him that Ellersby was going to the
J dogs through drink.
} Brandy neat, dear boy, hey!" said the
} old reprobate. Bad habits these yOun g
fellows pick up abroad, hey! Looks used
up, by JOve. Gal in it, dear boy, hey!-
oh, shockingi"
So The Town Crier evidently did not
S intend to give the returned Wanderer a
r good character.
. FIlersbv was now tired Of the ball. so
s queer, thin little woman, wearing a wig,
/ a low-cut dress, and many jewels, giving
one the general impression that she was
3 mostly bones and diamonds.
After taking leave of this bizarre fgnre
/, | EllersbY put on his coat and went outside
t into the street, where he stood for a few
/ | minutes, undecided whether to take a cab
o to his hotel or to walk. The fog was very
: thick, and the gas lamps shons through
1 | it like dull yellow stars, while the chill
o breezes of the night seemed to penetrate
s the body of the young man, accustomed
as he had been of late to tropical climates.
In spite OF the apparent dlscOmfOrts
- offered by walk at such time, Ellersby
- determined to risk it, thinking it would
q ! give him a certain amount of amusement,
= akin somewhat to the unraVeling of a
y puzzle, to find his way through the fog to
@ Jermyn street. Smiling at the Oddity Of
the idea of finding pleasure In cool walk
n on a foggy night, he lighted q cigar, and,
d buttoning up his coat, took his way down
q Park lane toward Piccaduly.
D There is q strange feeling in the COM
q plete isolation one experiences in fOg-land
b the thick yellow mist hiding everything
S under its Jealous veil until the pedestrian
finds himself adrift, as it were, on lonely
u sea, and though on every side he is envi-
20 roned by millions of human beings, yet
e the fog creates for the moment a solitude
q as in those enchanting cities of the Ara
Q bian Nights
EIIersby managed to find his way tC
r, Piccadilly, and was soon swinging along
Y the pavement at a good round pace. Every
y now and then ragged figures with sinister
n faces would come suddenly out of the fOg
- on the watch for unwary wanderers, bu
the nomadic life of Ellersby having won
derfully sharpened his faculties, he wal
l. always on his guard against the evil ad
d vances of these night birds. Occasionally
i he could hear a cab drive slowly past, tn
II driver cautiously steering his horse dow
l. the familiar street, which, as if by magic
It had suddenly assumed an unreal appear
3 ance, Transforming Piccadilly into
vague immensity resembling the steppe'
of Russia.