Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-11-20
shortly get rid of her. :"

shortly get rid of her. !.
"And why-why should you be glad of
that?" says the girl. SIS it because she is
too good for you? That she shames you?
Yes, yes, have been told that you are
cruel husbands wicked one-and I can
well believe it. How can you-a hateful
man like you-say one word to the dispar-
agement of a gentle, loving thing like
Rhoda?"
sYou shall smart for this" cries he, max
ing step toward her. His tone is violent,
but his eyes belle his tone. They are fast
ened on this pretty creature-this tiny
thing who is defying him.
"Do not come any nearer to me, says
Miss Bowen calmly and with authority, but
without a suspicion of fear. She makes a
little imperious gesture, and almost to his
own surprise he stands quite still ''You
were able to frighten poor Rhoda," says
she. 'But you will never succeed in
frightening me-"
"What do you know about Rhoda?"
asks he.
ga good deal"
''Then perhaps you can tell me where
Lord Wyvis is at present.
Certainly, L cannot. There is little
sense, Sir CASTOR, in your staying here to
insult your wife to me-
sDo you mean to tell me that YOU believe
she is not with him?"
81 can tell you more than that. can
tell you, that ycu, ." contemptuously, "do
not believe it, either.
Werner reddens.
"You have made up your story" SAYS
she, land have no doubt you will make
the most of it. But you know as well as
do that Rhoda is one of the best women on
earth. Auntie called her a saint, and 1
IL, I-ol,a h. a., .:xl.
you SO long-without committing MUIR
derI'
Sir CASTOR, having stared at her for
moment, bursts into loud laugh. There
is admiration in it. This ridiculous little
girl who is scolding him with all her might,
how pretty she is in her scorn and anger!
No sense of shame troubles him.
"Perhaps you can tell me where your
precious cousin is, if not with .Wyvis,"
saws he, tauntingly.
"Even if 1 did know" SAYS she, parrving
the question, II shouldn't tell your Her
eyes are flashing, she has tilted her charm
ing cain, wrath and defiance declare them
selves in every feature.
sBy Jove!" cries Sir CASTOR, enthusias-
tically, "you are one of the prettiest girls 1
knpwr'
Miss Bowen's color fades; she grows pale.
Taxing up, with deliberation, the few
flowers still left upon the table, she makes
step forward.
"And you," says she, looking him slowly
up and down; "you are quite the most
vulgar man 1 know"
With smothered curse Sir CASTOR
reaches her side.
"You shall pay for your insolence, saws
<he between his teeth. Throwing an arm
round her, he stoops his handsome face to
hers.
Brenda stands quite still, but. raising her
right arm, suddenly, unexpectedly, gives
him very smart slap across his face. Part.
ly pain, partly surprise loosens his arm. In
another second he finds himself alone in the
room.
y
Brenda, running quickly up stairs and
straight to Lady Carysfort's boudoir, feels
her heart sinking within her. Alas! for her
''dignitv" What had she done? Boxed his
ears! Oh, how hatetuliy it soundsl Auntie
will be shocked-horrifed!
Bursting into auntie's room, she finds
there not only Lady Carystort but Tom
and Gerald Kenrick, who have only Just ar
rived.
"Why, we were going to look for YOU
cry they in u breath, and then in another
breath, 'Good heavens! what's the matter
with you?"
"Oh! that odious, odious man," cries Miss
Bowen, giving dignity wide room, land
now stamping her little foot furiously Gpon
the ground "Talk of dignity, auntie: who
could be dignifed with IA wretcE like
Gaston?"
"But, my darling, what has hapr ened?"
exclaims Lady Carystort, rushing aoout for
eau de cologne and fsna ''SIt down, dear