The herald., 1893-10-10

that's all know. She is in the swim;
wonder you haven't met her before. |
have, half dozen tines; but live up
to my principles, Of which the first is,
Thou shalt not do-anything in this
widow line"
| left him grinning. | could have
kicked him without any remorse. From
another man CLEANED that Trenchard
had been in the Indian political service
and had died srddcnly. In certain lines
men are dolts and women creatures of
genius. A woman there, a dear old
dowager, told me in five minutes all
wanted to know. Her people were all
dead, she was lady of birth and breed
ing, she had none too much money, she
was very popular and very correct, and
would like an introduction? Five min
utes later ! made my first bow to the
divine symphony. She was gIoriously
generous, gave herself to mo for 10 whole
minutes, and when withdrew she muir
INJURED, with graciousness that seemed
regal, Perhaps we shall meet again"
We did meet, again and again. Our
acquaictance ripened into friendshipand
finally into very close intimacy. | saw
her at least once every week. This went
ON for three or four years Between me
and Robethon she was forbidden sub
ject. knew it would only pain him.
For the same reason never once men
toned Robethon's name to her.
1t was December. Robethon and |. as
usual, were lunching at the same table.
All at once he said, II am married."
"Married! God Forbid"
Il Lave been married a month"
'In that case it would be brutal not to
wish you JOY"
Thank you. l think I have found a
pearl Of great price. lam living now in
Grovesnor Gardens. We are having a
few friends in tonight--a very few. You
will come, won't you? want you to
know my wife"
with all the pleasure in the world.
But it is like n Dream
He laughed like man on the right
side of the hedge as he said: Eyes, it's
like a dream-a beautiful dream. Come
as early rs yon can
think felt triGe hurt that such
revolution in his domestic economy
should have occurred without his in
forming me of it. but / was none the less
curious to see the woman who made SO
notable capture. In these days it is
the men and not the women who are
captured. | was very punctual. The
rest of the folks were of course late.
Robethon met me in the courtroom.
'Bagot," he said. ''this is very good of
you. I've been thinking / ought to have
told you sooner, but--Fll tell you how
it happened and all about it at the
club"
Meanwhile, Robethon, one word.
Are you happy"
cas- c king"
mo secret regrets, eh?"
"Not the ghost of one She is perfect
Come, you must sec her."
Arm in arm VIC entered the drawing
room. She was alone / saw vision
Of amber colorcd silk and auttering Ice
and heard him say, Lucille. this is my
dear friend, General Bagot"
Then for the first time | saw her face.
1t was my own fair lady of Pail Mall
What she felt do not know. Good
GodT' broke invcluntarily from my lips,
and I had Just sense enough to turn to
Robethon and tell Linn in in aside that
suddcn and awful twinge Of gout had
seized me. Women, being born in
triguers, are nimble witted by nature
and requirement. When our eyes met
a second tine, The lady was perfectly
self possessed and instinct with sympa-
thy over my dreadful govt.
The attack was soon over. 4a
The dinner, / believe. was good and
the company smart and lively people.
My anecdotes went off like champagne
corks, and fancy created for myself
reputation for brilliancy which, hap
PLY, do not feel it my duty to live up
to. For myself, l do not know what
said, did, ate, drank or thought. l was
in maze. Later in the evening | saw
her alone for five minutes.
"By all thnts wonderful, Lucille, what
does it mean!' l asked.
"JusI what you see. am Mrs. Robe
thon,' she r-swered, Auttering her fan.
'But--he my friend. Not for worlds
would T.
mo, it would be awkward"
"Awkwardl Listen, Lucille. The cur
tain being down, there arc some plays |
may never be revived"
She looked at me for some moments
Then she said: THAT is true. If l had |
thought only Of myself, Dick, it would
have been and not you who would have
been the first to say, There are some
plays may never be revived"
Forgive me! know it. But
mot another word. We are alike in
our thoughts of him. We will be loyal
to him to the end. Still, we are friends,
Dick, all the same"
And now my turn has come. Poor
Robethon has gone, and, after all, am
going to marry Lucille. What an odd !
world it is.-Chicago Post.