St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-10-25

Stivers. New York, n. Y,-Dear Sir: Seeing
your ad in the ''semper Fidelis for a young
lady correspondent, object, friendship, and
in which you state that you are five feet nine
inches IN height, blonde, with yellow mus
tache, and very good-natured (Which is SO
uncommon in gentlemen could not resist
the idea of writing 10 you), | send you this
letter, together with my photo. Trusting to
hear from you soon. l remain, sincerely,
PANsY MAY.
~
Ed Stivers stands before the open
window one bright July day, reading
the above letter, while slight, per-
picked smile hovers around his mus
tached mouth that is wont to look rather
cynical and stern. Then his eyes turn
TO picture lie holds in his hand; a girl
of about twenty, with black eyes, hair
frizzled all over her head and falling al
most into her eyes, a buXom form and q
face decidedly coarse.
Il WONDER" he muses.. ''if that is her
picture. BY Joye. when l read these
letters. full of refinement and true
wOmanly purity, l can not believe it.
What is the reason, / wonder. ! have
not heard from her for over two years.
WE'LL" with rather forced laugh, .'I've
fallen in love with her letters, any way,
and 1'll find out some day whether the
photo and the writer are one," and,
with determined look, he rings the
bell. orders his valet to pack his trunk
and prepare to accompany him to New
port at once, as his aunt has written
him to come and see her before he goes
to Europe and he cannot say nay to the
old lady.
A brilliant moonlight night in July.
The ocean glitters softly in the dist
ance, and from the windows of the
Hotel de Lennox lights stream and mu-
the ball room. for tonight the hop of
the season takes place and all the elite
of Newport are to be there.
~
In her dainty rose-colored sitting room
Eunlce Allen sits gazing earnestly at
pictured face she holds, while her maid
arranges her hair.
Il wonder if he has sent me another's
picture as L did him. she muses..
what an awful girl L was three years
ago." Then the bright face lights up
and she smiles as she thinks of where
her maids picture is.
She-is dainty little creature, rather
understood; with laughing brown eyes,
waving chestnut hair and the reddest
cheeks and whitest teeth Imaginable;
a reigning favorite, with lovers by the
score; but. for all that, she has never
yet found one to whom she could give
that pure girlish heart. Not one? All
| well-and over the tender face flush
comes and into the brown eyes light
that is seen only when their owner is
thinking of the handsome, pictured
face of Ed Stivers.
There, Miss Eunice, do look at YOUR
self!" and Katy stands back, we'll salts
fed with her work. The girl is dressed
in white silk that shades to palest
pink as she moves, pink roses are in
the brown HAIR and pearls and corals
| OH the white neck and arms, and as she
rises she is vision fair to see.
| "Your auntle's waiting, Miss Eunice,' -
volunteers Mile. Katy, and with a last
lingering look at the photo, Eunice
| picks up her train and trips away be-
side her aunty.
The ball is at its height when, with
rather bored look on his handsome
face, Ed Stivers walks slowly through
the ball room, listening to his friend De
Regeur and smiling cynically at his
earneStness.
'She's regular little beauty. Stivers
A bit of a flirt, but pure gold for all
that, and | want you to meet her, my
fastidous Ed. We've all gone dowr
before her, and I'd like to see you dc
SO for once. There she is now, b.
Jove" and with half smile Silver:
raises bis eyes and sees
fairy, sprite, with laughing brown
eyes and tender. earnest face. The
next minute he is bowling profoundly
before her, but even as he does so he
notices, with surprise, that the girI':
face has grown quite white, and into
| the sweet eyes a nameless fear seems Il
dwell, as she raises them to his face
then drops them, while q soft. rosy blush
mounts to her very hair.
Miss Allen. may l have one waltz?'
he asks, plaintively, II declare to YOU
l have not danced once this evening anC
do not care to unless you will give me
a waltz" and the naughty head bends
low over the brown one.
Dear me, how sad" she laughs. 81
am engaged for everything, but" seeing
the disappointed look on the handsome
face, IF you care very much, and will
promise to take care that this gentle
man." pointing to name on her pro-
grafnIle, docs not swallow me, will
give you that waltz" then, rather un-
kindly. "He is a miserable waltZer or
should not, of course, do So"
''Really?" he murmurs, well. small
favors gratefully received any way. and
promise you to dance my best. Until
then, adisu."
"Well,n he soIiloqulzes as he stands
watching the dainty form moving hither
and thitber, Il guess the owner of the
photo will never be found. for Pve
fallen in love without doubt" While
the object of his thoughts is trying to
still the wild beating of her heart as she
thinks. lit is. it is, my picture. Oh me,
what shall do"
The season is drawing to close, and
as Ed Stivers sits in the Alien dainty
drawing room, waiting for Eunice. he
remembers with q sigh that it is to be
his farewell visit. for he leaves for
| Europe tomorrow unless, unless-with
a great thrcb of his honest heart little
Eunice will go with them. when he will
| delay his journey for while.
She enters as he thinks this, slightly
| pale and with little troubled frown on
| her brow.
Mr.. Stiyers, I've come to make con-
fession," she says shyly.
s'A confeSsion?' wouderingly.
'.Yes: the season is nearly over: we
leave soon, and cannot part from you
without telling you that it was | that
wrote you long ago and signed the let
tiers Pansy May"
You. Eunice?" in amazement.
YES" blushing vividly, land | sent
you my maids photo. l know you will
think me horrid and bold, and. and ev-