Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-10
THE BLOOD-STAINED GLOVE.

NOV you Will como INTO my own I'LL.
tie workshop, and tAen you will have
got over all the isht seeing" said Cap
tain Featherstonhaugh, bending ten
derby towards the lady at his side.
>Prelimnaries are very fatiguing, l
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, yon must
allow. You have been here just
Jet me see." And Captain Feath-
erstonhuugh took out his watch
and looked at the time. "Just 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, I know" laughed
Miss Boscowitch, tossing aside the
white Russian furs which evelvoped
her. II want new sensation. Tread
people off like story books, and it is
always the same story. The only diff
ference is the binding"
ri very we'll 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"
"How cold you are" said Captain
Tatherstonhaugh. zone would think
that you had had some absorbing at
tachment belore-only know that to
be impossible"
"Why impossible?" said Miss Bos.
cowitch, throwing herself into an
American rocking-chair, and lazily set
ting it in motion.
because YOU would have told me-"
said he, humbly, II should have liked
you all the better for it,"
Miss Boscowitch made no reply,
but turned a large emerald ring, which
.graced the third finger OF her left hand,
rather uncomfortably round and
round.
The man who stood before her was
the most desirable OF men, and up to
the moment of entering that work
shop-as he chose to call the long, low,
duxuriously-f FURNISHED room, which
was appropriated to him at Steppe
Castle she had believed that the
dreams of other days had gided out
OF nemory's reach. What vibration
from the wing OF destiny had touched
her now? What mystic chord had
the last few minutes spent in 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
lmatchmakers, aiding and abetting
the promotion of others happiness
with a beatty satisfaction. And it
was while Donald, the champion
dancer at the Blair Athole games
was executing a series OF bewil
<1ering steps, that Captain Feather
stonhaugh had assured Miss Bosco
witch OF his devotion, and been assured
I'm his turn OF its acceptance. AnC
now she had come to stay at the rO
mantle castle of Steppe, in Perthshire
to be introduced to the family Of thu
man whom she was about to marry
s4Did you ever care for anybody be
'iore?" said Captain Featherston
haugh, still humbly.
"Did your" said Miss Boscowitch
with sudden flash OF gaiety.
ssYou are evading the question,
said Captain Featherstonhaugh
s.My dear Hugh" said Miss Bosco
witch, laying very pretty hand OF
-tise young man 8 shoulder, "when l wa
at school Ihated Mangnall's questions
il never could answer one OF them
Please don't be so tiresome as oil,
Mangnall. Show me your treasures?
Captain Featherstonhai Ugh wa
head over ears in love with this sui
tile. sophistical, graceful girl, who wa
indebted to her half Russian parent
age for her easy method OF turnin
his questions just the roads she d.
sired, and throwing such q brillian
light on the breathing, palpitatin
present, that the poor shroude
ghosts of the past must needs have n
presence there.
"What shall show you first?" b
'Kaid, drawing her hand within h
arm. "Tve made collections of a
.sOrts of bric-a-brac."
s'Show me your boomerangs, an
dirks, and assegais," she said, laugl
ing.
1Little savage" returned ne, this
ssoft light, which is loves peculiarly
illuminating each strongly marked fei
ture. Come! l will show you som
thing romantic enough. Somethir
st,at is more human than assesa
Z Something have often puzzled owe
and in my own clumsy fashion, twis
ed many a little story out Of
Captain Featherstonehaugh move
away to a curious oak cabinet, whie
completely filled a deep recess at Il
end of the room, and after fumblir
in his pocket for key, unlocked
drawer, the contents OF which he cor
n,enced to turn over, whistling an o.
negro melody as a sort OF accompar