St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-03-22
AGNES MISTAKE.

"What troubles youto-night, Roberto"
She looked up anxlously into his
gloomy face.
Nothing new, dear" he said. with an
attempt alta smile, ''only your money"
'ltis long time since you mentioned
this matter, Robert" she resumed. after
pause. Il hoped you would never
speak OF it again" j
Forgive me, Agnes; but others speak
of it so freely that am irritated in spite
of myself. Would you like to know
what L heard tonight, for instancel
That is Miss Westfield. the great heir
ess, who is engaged to man not worth
to hear it. Pleasant, you must admit"
Robert she replied, with little
break in her voice, eff l value my
money. it is for the help it will give you
in your profession. l can lose anything
but love. When that is gone. all is
gone"
The little mantel clock chimed out IL.
They had returned early from an even
ing party, for Miss Westfeld was grow
ing weary of the duties which society
demanded of her. She was fast losing
faith in men, growing cynical and bit
ter, when she met Robert Chandler. her
ideal of all that was good, noble, best.
by the way. Agnes" he said, sud-
denly, just as he was leaving, there are
the proofs of the photographs, four of
them, and l want you to select those
which suit you"
She returned to her seat near the fire,
and shook the pictures from the en-
velope into her lap.
Perfect. every one, though all in diff
ferent positions, and with slightly vary
ing expressions. He said there were
four of them! All, q note!''
She unfolded it mechanically, her
mind still on the living original of the
picture, ann read 1t through:
Dear Old Boy-1ou're a lucky dog. You
think you've been smart in hooking a gold
fish; and so you have; smarter than your
poor devil of brother. I'm cleaned out
swears he won't come down with another
cent. Glad you've got no obstinate
father-inlaw attached to your prop
rying Sue for her money, as if either
you or would be such fools as to marry for
anything else. She is sniveliug around as
usual I'm sick of the whole scrape. Now
do send me hundred from Miss WIS fort
une. which is to be bestowed on you, for I'm
awfully hard up.
The note had evidently been written
in great haste, but it needed no sigma
ture to prove that it was from Fred
Chandler, Roberts only brother. three
years his junior, and living in Philadel-
phia. He was seldom mentioned; evil
IDENTIFY there were few pleasant aSsocia-
tions connected with him. He was dis
sipated, married to lovely woman, and
an inmate of his father-in-laW'S house.
So much she knew.
The fire died down till its light went
out and nothing was left but ashes, and
still Agnes Westfield sat. with the
written page held between her fingers,
and eyes staring blankly ahead into her
lonely, miserable future. Most deceived
where she had most trusted-betrayed
with kiss.
By O'Clock the next evening Robert
paused in his rapid walk through the
hall as the clerk said:
Miss Westfield has gone. sir"
Gomez"
Her trunks were sent to the New
Haven depot at noon to-day, and she
gave up her rooms for the rest Of the
season. This is for you," and he handed
him an envelope which she had left at
the desk.
Four pictures and a note: Dear old
boy, you think you've been smart in
hooking goldfish, and So
For the first time in his life Robert
Chandler cursed his brother.
~
PV5Agnes Nlestfield sat beside the win
dow, small and ffany-paned, of an old
fashioned New Jersey farm house. She
was too intent upon watching the great
foam-capped waves tossing in the dis
lance to hear old Capt. Lewis enter the
room. His heavy voice startled her.
It'll be mighty wild night below
the Point. take it. You've wanted to
see 4 storm down here. and | reckon
you'll have a chance this time. It's
blowing great guns"
81 wish | were a man, Capt Lewis"
she said in reply; 81 should certainly
go with you. suppose you will be Off
all night. But think you said ship
wrecks were not usual here
No, not very common or very des-
perate. We don't have any such as you
read about, Miss Agnes. but the boats