St. Paul daily globe., 1893-05-01

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get near enough to the suspected cheek
and that's not so very ditficulC, by
Gad!-and just to breathe upon it, and
if it's paint it turns black at once"
You don't seem to be getting oil with
that weed" continued the Distinguished
Parsonage; "try another" ard out came
the hospitable cigar case.
There was nothing for it. "To hear
is to obey" is in London as solemn a
duty as at the Sublime Porte. Strongith-
EARN accepted the cigar, and this time
took care not to let it out.
Capt. Strongithearm seized an oppoI-
tunity to make his escape, and as he
went down the stairs OF the Warriors
Club his soul was tortured by unworthy
suspicious. Was it possible that Cissy
Redmayne's complexion was not her
own?
"At any rate" thought the captain to
himself. ''l'll get some cloves: it'll take
the beastly smell OF the smoke away,
anyhow"
And he went into the nearest chem
lists and made his purchase. Then he
had his hair brushed at Douglas, and
bought squeeZer of The Exclusive
Bouquet" from the young lady with the
ringletS, and then he jumped into cab
and drove straight to Mayfair
Never had Cissy Redmayne looked so
charming. The heavy odor of sandal
wood seemed to act like all intoxcant to
the gallant officer, and when the little
Louis QuinZe shoe, with its coral buckle,
was tnnocently protruded, the captain
| felt that he was the luckiest of men.
lyon hardly noticed me, Capt. Strong
ithearm," said Mrs. Redmayne, with a
| little Dout. "when L passed the club
windows this afternoon. | can quite
understand it. | recognized him at
once. | could see the people taking off
| their hats a hundred yards off. Oh,
| Jack, how | enYed youW
80 did he. | think. when you bowed"
he replied, with smile.
YOU'RE quite classic warrior today,
Capt. StrOngitheaHn. How you've
scented yourself! Eve been reading
The Last Days of POmpei,' and | know
that they went in for it tremendously in
those days. Why, you're perfumed
like mllliner,' as ShakeSpeare-O was
| il BacOn?-says. You needn't stroke
| my hand as if it were a kitten. What
very curious perfume, Capt Jackp
The fact is, Clss, that he who must
be obeyed always drinks gin and cloves
| of an afternoon"
| When carpet warrior stoops to lie
he prefers TO use ii good large one.
Il like him for that" she said;
there's touching humility about it
that l admire"
Yes, and of course we all have to do
the same-out of tumblers, you know,
no heel-taps," said StfOngithearm, eX-
pandina his lie as if it were con-
| certina.
Now, let's talk about ourselves" he
said, atfectionately: "Cissy, dear, why
| should we shilly-shally any longer?
| Pm not eloquent, Cissy.
Pm 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
| purr of pleased prOprietorShip.
"Awfully good of you, Pm sure"
said the captain; you don't help a fel-
low 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'l whisper it,
| Clssy" he said, and his voice trembled
i'll his excitement.
The poor little woman turned her
| cheek toward him; she thought the
wretch was going to kiss her, and she
was nothing loath-such innocent IA
mlIlarlties are very dear 10 engaged
persons.
over her cOuntenance as she felt his hot
breath upon her cheek; and then she
| gave little scream of terror as he sud
denly dropped her hand with a military
| ODJurgatiOn.
'Clssy-Mrs. Redmaynew he ex-
claimed; good heavens" and then he
became scarlet in his Indignation.
Capt. Strongithearm," said Mrs. Red
mayne, severely, as she rose to her feet
in mingled astonlshment and terror,
you ought not to have ccme here.
You've been drinking. Don't deny it,
Jack"
Il haven't been drinking, Mrs. Red
mayne. Farewell, Cissy," he added,
tragically; 1--WE shall never meet again,
except in society. Look in your glass,
unhappy woman, and you will learn the
dreadful truth. Farewell foreverr' and,
seiz.ng his hat, he rushed from the
room.
Mrs. Redmayne turned in astonish-
ment to the mirror. What could those
terrible words mean?
Alas one side of her face was covered
by hideous, smutty-looking discOl0ra-
alton. Little Mrs. .Redmayne gave
scream and fell fainting in heap on
the white bearskin hearth rug.
Pretty little Mrs. Redmayne had
played her cards and lost the game.
Within the tWeIyemOnth the brokers
were in the little DijOu house in May
fair, and CisSy Redmayne returned to
her papa, the curate, and the cold NUT
ton.
She does great deal of good in the
parish, and is a 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 infaltible.