St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-09-13

! your account last week. III you're 60
ing TO throw money away at this rate
you had better go singing again and
earn some."
THANK you for the suggestion, John.
l will act upon it,
And the sooner the BETTER"
| Here is Mr.. Dawson, so perhaps you
will speak in lower tone. | have no
J wish to inform the world that 1 have
married brute"
Reginald Dawson had not been seated
I at his hosts mahogany two minutes
| when he detected wrong note in what
should have been perfect harmony.
| Somehow the discovery of the rift
within the lutte gave him a peculiar
| pleasure.
The conversation soon embraced art
topics; in which Lady Bostock con-
| tinued to take great interest. Here was
the barrister's opportunity to breach
matter he had nppermost in his mind.
''By the by" he said,. shave you read
the last new book, ~ Child of Song?
No" said the lady to whom the ques-
ton was addressed, "is it clever?"
wonderfully. It's the best thing /
| ever read-quite the book of the year.
The author is afrIend of mine. He told
me the publisher had offered him two
| thousand down for his next work be-
fore line of it was written. My friend
| accepted it, of course"
80 l should think" growled the
| baronet. "He must consider himself
fortunate man. | never found a fool to
| pay me two thousand, or two hundred,
before it was earned. should say these
scribbling fellows are having pretty
| good time of it,"
"A few of them. | suppose my friend
will be lioniZed to his hearts content. L
hope they won't spoil him. He's too
! good fellow. But success does turn
peoples heads. Don't you think SO,
Lady Bostock?"
occasionally it does-when the heads
are weak" replied the lady, rather bit
terly. "What IS your friends name~
Gregory Moore. Do you know him?"
"N-no-yes, that is, L did know him.
| met him often before | married. but l
have not seen him lately"
Reginald Dawson took a mental note
of the lady's confused, hesitating reply
for future use. He also observed the
pallor that overSpread her face.
Il must admit Moore is very lucky
fellow" he went on, "but he deserves
his good fortune If ever anybody did.
He is the most unassuming and alto
gether the incest man l know"
This was buttering the toast rather
thickly.
Lady Bostock was thoroughly misera-
BILE. She tidgetted about in her chair.
spoke sharply to the servants. and gave
various other signs of a perturbed mind.
And Reginald Dawson enjoyed it all
| Immensely, and would not let the sub
| iect drop until 1T was thoroughly eX-
| hausted,
"Thank goodness, he has goner' was
| the lady'S exclamation when the Darris-
/ ter hurried away on the plea of another
engagement. And she ran to her cham
Der and wept flood Of bitter, passion
| ale tears.
Dawson drove straight to his friends
rooms and found them occupied.
Il have been dining with the
Bostocks, Greg" he said, pulling
| Gregory Moore's pale face flushed
crimson. He had not forgotten his old
sweetheart.
'Indeed?" he exclaimed.
Eyes, put my lady to the torture. l
| fancy she had just had pretty quarrel
| with Sir John when lgOt there, and |
| trotted out your wonderful luck OH the
top of it. BY Jove! it would have done
! you good to see my lady change color.
| She was always pale, but she turned as
white as the table cloth. piled up the
agony until she could hardly sit. and:Pll
| lay 50 to she's crying her heart out
/ now. You have got your revenge, my
boy, and no mistake"
"Poor grip
WHAT"
"Poor girl! / am sorry for her, and
! more sorry for myself. Dawson, could
cry my heart out, too"
The barrister whiStled softly.
by JoVe! II it's that way with you,
| you hadn't better meet her in society. |
don't think she would be particular
about swapping the link that binds her
, to Bruln, and have no great desire to
! appear on your behalf before Mr.. JUS
! tice Anybody"
You need not fear that. SO long as
she is wife she is nothing to me-" said
Greg, calmly.
He met her in society frequently and
was exceedingly courteous in a frigid
| kind of way, She, however, was not so
/ outwardly calm. Greg saw plainly
enough how it was with her and pltied
! her, but he took care never to evidence
his pity. He had still bitter feeling
against her in his heart, and his re-
venge was not yet complete.
The opportunity 10 make it so came
sooner than he expected. Sir John
Bostock died of apoplexy, brought on
| by fit of passion caused by his wife'S
return to the concert stage, and Lady
Bostock was widow with fortune of
! 100000.
Gregory Moore had gone to Corsica in
| search of local color for new vendetta
| story, and knew nothing until his re-
| turn.
II saw the widow the other day."
said Dawson, upon whom Greg called
| the day he reached London.
"What widow"'
! Lady B0stock."
! "ls she-a-a widow?"
Eyes; Sir John died of apoplexv three
months back. | wonder you did not
hear of it. She asked me if had seen
you lately. l told her you had gone
abroad. She asked lot of questions,
but collapsed when l told her fancied
pretty COrSlcan was keeping you in
the island. That settled her."
did she believe you?" Greg asked,
rather eagerly.
"Of course. l told her a pretty cir
cumstantial story, you know. You'll
| meet her somewhere soon. Cut Der
| dead. Don't know her, OF pretend YOU
have forgotten her and punish the Jade.
By Joye! don't know. | rather think
| would be attentive to her-make love
to her and then serve her as she served
YOU"
THAT would be a good revenge. I'll
| think about it.
/ They did not meet very soon. Regard
| for les convenances compelled Lady
| Bostock to pass the early part of her
| widowhood III strict retirement.
When Sir John had been dead a year
she went to Brighton. One Sunday
morning, while taking part in the usual
prayer book parade, she met Gregory
Moore.
''Mr. Moorer' she cried. holding out
her hand.
Now was Greg's opportunity. He
could cut her dead, and his revenge
would be complete.
Did he?
What cut 100000?
Gregory Moore was not a stark. star
ing idiot.
They were married IN month, and
Reginald Dawson was the bridegroom's
best man.