St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-09-25

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bers at half
past on an exceedingly warm morn
ing, and, pressing both his hands to his
throbbing head, made some remarks /
should be sorry to repeat. at the expense
of an alarm clock, which had disturbed
him. He then exclaimed, sPerkinsr'
Ex-Trooper Perkins saluted his mas
ter and said in a deep bass voice:
''Shall put some brandy in it, sir?''
mo, hang the brandy, give me the
teapot" and, placing the spout in his
mouth, the lieutenant slowly absorbed
the scalding fluid into his system. 1t
had a wonderful effect. In another ten
minutes the lieutenant splashed through
his bath and was being rapidly encased
in his fatigue uniform by Perkins.
"Drill at Wormwood Scrubs to-day,
sir.' said the latter, 'breakfast, I sup
pose, at 1880, and Nine. Bellini's boot
maker calls at IL o'clock"
The lieutenant nodded, lit cigarette,
tucked his sword under his ar m, clanked
down the steps, and, jumping on
splendid black charger held by groom,
cantered away in the direction of the
barracks, from which he emerged few
minutes after side by side with Capt.
Lord Frederick Tollemache, riding in
the rear of his particular troop.
"Horrid nuisance, this internal eXer-
cise," said Lord Frederick.
"Ya-as, 'fernal outrage" replied FitZ-
hardinge; Late last night?"
"Ya-as; went to supper party in the
hopes of meeting Polly; believe she
goes to those places now, and want
my Egyptian medal back; she took it
when she disappeared last week."
inject her?"
"No-o."
The two officers logged along slowly
In silence for the next twenty minutes,
were tall men in keeping with the regi-
ment to which they belonged. Fair,
| dropping mustaches fell over their lips,
| and there was certain patrican bear
lug about them which would have
made them picked men in any assem-
| blage. They took part in their drill
with much of the same heartineSs that
| is evinced by big fellows at football
match, and when the bugle sounded for
home they again fell in, side by side,
and rode for mile without an exchange
| of word. Then Capt. Lord Frederick
turned to Lieut.. Fitzhardinge and said:
''Deuced fine woman, the Bellinii"
"Ya-aS," was all that FitZhardinge
had to say in response, and the barrack
| gates being reached the two officers
graveIy saluted. The lieutenant, not
being on guard duty, trotted away to
his chambers.
Perkins was ready for him, and the
gold-laced garments were soon Off and
replaced by one of the latest concep-
| lions OF Poole in the way of frock coat
1 nd hnr D.,
ing his thirst with flagon of pale ale,
he sat down to his breakfast, after a
preliminary nod to a lady with fluffy
hair and exceptionally white teeth, who
greeted him with 'Still alive, Charlie?''
and handed him cup of tea.
Sublieutenant the Honorable Charles
Augustus FitZhardinge had the appe-
tite OF his size. He devoured two chops.
eggs before looking at pile of letters
which were beside his plate. The first
half-dozen weer tossed on the floor I'M
! opened with some undertOne remark
about money lenders and tradespeO-
| ple." An official envelope with the seal
| of the lord chamberlain upon it was
| opened with wearied smile, and the
lntimation conveyed to him that he was
commanded to be present at Buck
lngham palace garden party evoked the
| expression, dispose | can't get out of
it," Then came pretty little envelope
with cOronet over initials, which was
opened and read with a good deal of
care. 1t was from the countess, his
mother, and it intimated lovingly but
| firmly that the enclosed check for e1OO
was all that she could send him, and
she hoped he really would remember
that his marriage was to take place next
| month.
Mile. Bella Bellini did not appear to
have much appetite for breakfast She
| tapped viciouSly Oh the table with her
| egg-SpOon and threw little bits of
chicken to small spaniel waddling
round.
YOU'RE not very entertaining" she
| said; ''in fact. / an'tf9elp thinking that
you are tired OF me, Charlie. Why. L
haven't seen you at the theater for the
| last fortnight. Lord Frederick is al
ways there. He asked me, dear. if l
| thought. you'd mind his taking ME to the
regatta"
Lieut.. Fitzhardinge looked up gayly:
MASHED on Tollemache, Ell, Bella
Old story, old girl, Off with the old love,
on with the new. Tollemache was only
telling me this morning how much he
| admired you. Devilish good fellow,
Tollemache: has an awfully pretty
house-boat on the river; you'd look
simply divine in it, Bella, and
"You seem very pleased at this
chance of getting rid of me-" said Bella,
with pout. land Harris will be here in
a few minutes with my boots. and you
promised me-"
''Pll settle all bills, Bella, so don't
worry, but you know as we'll as do
| that | must either marry or sell out and
| go to New Zealand, and candidly don't
fancy colonial climate"
The arrival of Mr.. Harris prevented
something that looked suspiciously like
tears on the part of Madame Bellinl,
second danseqse Of the Empire theater.
| and the next half-hour was passed in
trying oil some half-dozen pairs of bot
tines worthy of the prettiest foot in
| EurOpe-at least so Hon. Charles Au-
gustus used to think. And then there
was the writing Of some checks
and some few words about
Cant help it, Bella, often come
to see you, you know, at the
theater, but got to make it UP with the
family, now"-and. with kiss and a
smile and an assumption Of gayety
would have liked the little lady to
know. the lieutenant again quilted his
| chambers and turned in the direction of
his club in Pail Mall.
~
He was beautiful being to look at,
| perfectly clothed from his hat to the
tips of his vanished boots-the sort of
hero that Ouida raves about. The club
which he entered was devoted eXciu-
| sively to officers of the Brigade of
Guards. mostly men of nonchalant
habit and absolutely undemonstrative
manner. Fitzhardinge exchanged short
mods with dozen men very much of
| the same build as himself, and began
| the following conversation with a gren-
adler who was leaning against the man
| telpiece:
"D'y-do."
"Ya-as."
"Parade?"
| "Ya-as."
| "Goodwood?'
"Ya-as."
"Ta-ta.''
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