St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-01-22
Six Girls & Once

posing manner. In one of them near
the door was the figure of girl.
"Good evening, Mr. Copley," she
said. Here am. you see. Jump in.
We're rather late, you know" 1t was
Miss Tillinghast.
You are very well?" asked Copley.
Then he added in an idlotic way:
There seems to be good many peo-
pie going from our house. This is not
a railway station or a cab office. won
| der what is going on"'
This is an attractive place, dare
| say. Mr.. COpley," said Miss Tillinghast.
! But don't stand shivering there on the
steps. Come in here"
C0pley declined the invitation. He
/ had forgotten il handkerchief. Would
! Miss Tillinghast excuse him?'
| lie was just about to dive back into
! the house when lie heard voice from
| the last carriage i'll the line: 'Oh, MIR.
| Copley."
1t was No. calling to him. He did
not know who she was. He didn't care.
| lie vaguely wondered where No. 6 was.
! He said, "In just moment" and
| slammed the door behind HIM.
! lie dashed through the hall and
lodged the library door where the neg
lected BrOokfield girls were. He
thought lie heard suppressed gigglc,
but lie kept on up the stairs TWO steps
at time. He got back into his room
! somehow. and threw himself down in a
chair.
Copley swore under his breath at his
shoeStrlngS, which had delayed his
dressing. He mentally denounced Kit
tie GaneSvOOrt for not coming OH time,
so that lie might have escaped with her
and lett the rest of his t0rment0rS in the
lurch. and lie cursed himself for fool
for getting into this beasty mess, any
how, and he felt that he was i'll in
reality.
Then he heard the sound of another
carriage coming down the road. 1t was
number six. He grOaned again.
All of his plans had gone wrong. He
had hoped to get away with Kittie
Gamesvoort. and then if the rest of the
girls took him seriously and came down.
lie would be safe. But klttie Canes
WORT had ruined everything by being
late.
Then he had gone out to see Miss
Tillinghast and get away with her. but
lie found another girl had stayed out.
and if he had tried to get away there
was no knowing what a row number
five would have made.
lie thought OF backing down and ask
ing all Of them together in the drawing
room. and frankly say he had made a
mistake. He could also say that he had
no IDEA they took him seriously: it was
only joke.
And all the time number six was COM
ing. Who could it be? All, yes; !ittle
Bessie Van RenSsarr. lie wondered
whether she took it seriously. lie even
wondered whether she was in the plot
at all. Then he had Il Sudten idea. The
carriage was as yet we'll up the road.
Up he jumped. rushed down the back
stairs to the side door He was just
opening it when he heard a sweet voice:
"Oh, Mr.. CopIey! Where are you
going?" 1t WIS one of the Brookiield
girls.
"Er, how do you do?' he said. His
face was flaming. Back in moment.
Going out to the greenhouse for bou
tonnere."
In an instant he was out. He lodged
around the house, and rushed down the
driveway, leaving the long line of car
riageS in the rear. He reached the gate
just at the same time Bessie Van RenS
Selaer'S carriage did.
lit is late" he painted breathlessly.
OdW Ou COilllilS. IuOuSIG ihlSHU
save you driving way up to the house."
"Oh, yes. Thanks SO much, MIR. Cop
ley. so good Of you"
Not at ALL" muttered Copley, as he
stepped into the carriage.
"Why, what are all those carriages?"
asked Bessie Van Rensselaer,, seeing the
line in front OF the mouse. Some Of them
were moving, and two girls were stand
ing on the steps,
"Oh, nothing" stammered Copley,
ITS funeral. An Irish funeral. Our
cooks funeral-not her own funeral.
you know, but her little baby's funeral,
don't you understands"
And as they were driving to the dance
carriage drove past rapidly, contain
ing Miss Tilinghast.
why, wonder where she is going"
said Copley, off his guard.
why, for the man she invited, of
course" said BesSieVan Rensselaer,in in
nocently. Four other carriages came
out of Conley's ward.
Il wonder ii they are going for their
men, tCo," muttered COniey.
"Why, yes, of course they are, now,"
replied Bessie Van Rensselaer,, mean
ingly.