St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-01-07
HER HUSBAND FORBADE

ing, and she had had great success III
this her first season in London, and her
day at home was generally very well
attended by certain set of smart
people.
Bat this special day was holiday;
everybody was out Of town. and, be-
sides that. it was pouring cats and dogs.
Nevertheless, she had her glossy,
wavy auburn hair twisted into just as
dainty Grecian knot as usual at the
back of her little head. and busted the
powder onto her pretty face with just
as much satisfaction, fitting her little
pointed chin in the air so as TO give the
long, white throat a fair share and
smiling to herself contentedly with
white, even teeth and soft, sleepy dark
eyes.
Evidently Lady de Mosteyn did not
suppose that she would be left without
a visitor.
i The reason why it was Lady de
Mosteyn's first season in London was
That she had been born and bred entire
ly in all out-of-the- country village
in Wales, where she mad spent the first
twenty years of her life running wild
upon the hills, aud in succorng tho
poor of her fathers parish in such I'M
orthodox fashion as suited her very I'M
orthodox temperament.
OF course, the village wiseacres said
it would be an unhappy marriage; but
Grace would have her way: Marry Sir
| Archibald she would, and marry him
| she did; and no one could say that
| he was not most devoted III dancing at
| tendance on her through the labyrinth
| of London society to which she had
| taken as a duck to water.
| In fact, no one could say that the first
| year of marriage had not passed OIL
| we'll, and that this seemingly Unmatched
| pair were not so fond of one another and
| as proud of one another at the end as
they had been at the beginning OF 1t.
But OH this day, for the first time,
| Grace de Mosteyn had had little quar-
rel with her husband. 1t was very
little quarrel-so little that wife OF
rather long standing would not have
called it quarrel at all; out IL WAS the
first, and SO it counted.
Sir Archibald had taken to goiag very
often to his club of late, sometimes
| coming HONEYWELL. anyhow, after mid
highland though he always insisted
| that it was only just after midnight,
and though Grace slept such a good,
|. wholesome, youthful sleep that she was
never in position to contradict him,
| still it was, anyhow, too late to take her
| out to any OF the dances or lat homes"
| that she would have liked TO go to, and
| so she had just taken the law into nef
| own hands, and had announced her IN
| tention of going to the dances ana "at
homes by herself, hoping that he would
| come AMI fetch her home when MS
| game of whist was over.
| At first he had demurred, and had
| even given ND his whist once or twice
to go with her. but it did not last, and
after while it was seldom that he even
came to fetch her home.
And it would all not have resulted
even in the little quarrel that had oc-
! Cured if Sir Archibald had been as wise
as Grace. He ought to have known bet
ter, for he was older, instead OF which
that was just the reason why he did not
| know as well.
He grew jealous. A week ago he had
turned up Unexpectedly to fetch his
wife home from ball, and had chosen
to be angry because he had seen her
dance three times with the same man.
Now, if ne had said nothing about it,
but had stayed more at home. no doubt
| Grace would have been quite pleased
7 that he should he jealous. but instead OF
that he did say something about it, and
| he did not stay at home.
He could not give up a three-daYS'
| shooting engagement that he had made
for the holidays. but before he went he
told his wife that if Mr.. Falconer called
she was to say Mot at home"
Now Grace thought her husbands re-
| quest a most extraordinary and unjusti-
! fable one, and she did not intend to say
mot at home" to Mr. Falconer, be-
! cause she had particularly asked him to
| call on that particular day.
| So she urged the point with Sir Arch
| ibald III just the willful, hayward way
| that had once captiyated him.
But somnhod it mad lost its effect. and
he had left her in anger.
| But he was too much ashamed absO-
| luteIy to insist on his absurd request, so
! he left her without having obtained any
actual promise that she would 40 as he
! desired.
Would she, or would she not? And
what would she say when he came home
again?
The thought tormented him as he
| drove oil. But Grace went uD stairs
| singing: she had scarcely taken it all ill.,
And she sat herself down before her
mirror and smiled at the pretty face
| that she saw there. and rang for her
maid, and gave herself just as much
trouble over her toilet as though she
| had quite decided whether Mr.. Faiconer
| were to be admitted or not.
| AT last there was ring and KNOCK.
| Her heart beat; her hand was already
on her own bell to give the order mot
at home" But it was too late; steps
were already on the stairs. and the
voice that as ked for her was not the
voice of MI. Falconer!
The man who entered was at first
sight quite strange to her. He had a
| long, salloW face, very black eyebrows,
and trim black beard, which he con
tinually stroked with his hand; his
ewes were sunken, and at first he
| scarcely lifted them. seeming as though
overcome by bashfuiness; his hair was
cut very short, but what there was of it
stood straight up on his head in an ag
gressive sort of way that was at vari
ance with the rest of his appearance;
he hands trembled visibly as he held
! his hat awkwardly in front of him.
"Mr. Saunderson," announced the
butler in his sonorous voice.
At the name look of kindly, though
unenthusiastic recognition came over
her face, and she held out her hand.
Excuse me, did not know you at
first; you have changed" said she.
You bring me news of nome: Pray sit
down. am glad to see yoU."
| AS hSlG ClOSGQ luO uOOi oOiIiS ohS
stranger sat down silently, dropping his
eyes, which he had but raised but for
one moment at the first sound of her
voice. She waited.
But at last, as he gave no sign. she
said, in an encouraging way: Have
YOU Just come up from Wales"
Still no answer; he only lifted his
eyes; but instead of letting them seek
Der face his gaze wandered slowly.
slowly round the room, as though he
were taking in every detail of its furnl-
ture and description.
Lady de Mostyn was amused. Shere-
membered MI. Saunderson, vaguely, as
having come to reside in her fathers
parish not very long before she had
left it. :.
I 'But perhaps you no longer live in
Sanlaugh?" said she.
Yes, yes, live there STILL" said he
at last.
us every one we'll there? Is my father
well?" asked she, a vague uneasiness
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