The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1893-04-22

only two teac0ps. so the captain must
certainly have been expected.
Never had Cissy Redmayne looked so
charming. 4 crimson satin tea gown
would be trying to most women. but the
tea gown and the old lace with which it
, was trimmed suited Cissy Redmayne's
blond beauty, and as he gazed at her
! with lovers eyes the euamored captain
swOre to himself that he had never seen
50 pretty a picture as that formed by
Clssy and her artistic surroundings The
heavy OdOr OF sandalwood seemed to act
like an intOXicant to the gallant officer,
and when the little Louis Quinze shoe,
with it coral buckle, was innocently pro-
trUded the captain felt that he was the
! luckiest of men.
You hardly noticed me, Captain
StrOngithearm," said Mrs. Redmayne,
" III little pot, when l passed the
club windows this afternoon. l can
quite understand it. l recognized him
at once. l could see the people taking
off their hats hundred yards off. Oh,
Jack, how l envied your
80 did he, 1 think, when you bowed"
he replied, with smile.
/ You're quite classic Warrior today,
Captain StronSithearn. How you We
: scented YOURSELF! I've been reading
I The Last Days Of Pompeii,' and know
! that they went in for it tremendously in
j those days. Why. you're 'perfumed like
a milliner,' as Shakespeare-or was it
! Bacon?-says. You needn't stroke my
? L. hot
! curious perfume, Captain Jackv'
The fact is, Cissy, that he who must
be obeycd always drinks gin and cloves
] of an afternoon"
When a Carpet Warrior stoops to a
lie, he prefers to use good large one.
Il like him for that" she said; "there's
touching humility about it that I ad-
mire"
Eyes, and of course we all have to do
the same-out of tumblers, you know,
no heel taps" said Strongithearm, ex-
banding his lie as if it were a concertina.
Nov let's talk about ourselves" he
said affectionately. ''Cissy, dear, why
should we shilly shally any longer? I'm
not eloquent, Cissy."'
Don't talk Of elOquence," said Mrs.
Redmayne petulantly. THE poor justice
lived by it, and l know exactly what it's
WORTH and she drew her lace handker-
chief across her eyes as a tribute to the
memory of the departed.
I'm plain man." continued the cap
tain as he expanded his mighty chest.
You're the only person who thinks
So" said Mrs. Redmayne, with little
of, o1ooco5 ,,,O,,1.io+Orcbiy,
lawfully good of you, I'm sure" said
the captain. ''You don't help fellow a
bit, Cissy. What wanted to say was
and the traitor slid his chair close to
hers, keeping tight hold Of her hand all
the time. I'll whisper it, Cissy," he
said, and his voice trembled in its ex-
element.
The poor little woman turned her
cheek toward him. She thought the
wretch was going to kiss her, and she
was nothing 10th. Such innocent fami-
liarities are very dear to engaged per
sons. A smile of anticipatory pleasure
stole over her countenance as she felt his
hot breath upon her cheek, And then
she gave little scream of terror as he
suddenly dropped her hand with mill
tary ob5urgation.
"Cissr-NIrs. Redmayne," he exclaim-
ed. Good heavens" and then he became
scarlet in his indignation.
Captain StrOuyitEearm," said Mrs,
nclmayne severely as she rose to her
feet in mingled establishment and terror
"you ought not to have come here
You've been drinking. Don't deny it,
Jack she added excitedly; you look
exactly like poor old Redmayne used tc
look when he returned from the monthly
dinners. But Justice Redmayne drank
port wine, like gentleman; he didn't
fuddle himself with gin and cloves"
Il haven't been drinking, Hrs. Red
} mayne. Farewell, Cissy," he added
tragicalIy; we shall never meet again
except in society. Look in your glass
unhappy woman, and you will learn the
, dreadful truth. Farewell forever" and
Selling his hat he rushed from the room
, Mrs. Redllayne turned in astonish
ment to the mirror. What could those
terrible words mean? Alas! one side OF
her face was covered by a hideous
smutty looking discolOratiOn. Little
: Mrs. Redmayne gave an eldritch scream
and fell fainting in heap on the white
bearskin hearth rug.
He never told her secret, for Jach
Strongithearm was gentleman. Pretty
little Mrs. Redmayne had played hel
cards and lost the game. Within the
twelvemonth the brokers were in the
little bijou house in Mayfair, and Cissy
Redmayne returned to her papa, the
. curate, and the cold mutton. She does
a great deal Of good in the parish and is
| pretty, soft eyed little woman still, &
trife pale perhaps, for she never seeks
, to paint the lily now, knowing as she
does that the Glove test is infallible.-C
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