The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1893-06-08
PlOCHE NEVADA, THURSDAY, JUNE s. 1893.


young lady with the ringlets, and then
he jumped into a cab and drove straight
to Mayfair, and in the cab he deodorized
his garments to the best of his ability
with the. pungent perfume and munched
away at his packet of cloves.
The captain was not unexpected. There
was pretty little Mrs. Redmayne in
very low chair indeed, her little Dresden
tea equipage upon toy tea table Of bam-
boo plush and embroidery. There were
pniy TWO teacups, SO the captain must
certainly have been expected.
Never had Cissy Redmayne looked 30
charming. A 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 RAdmayne's
blond beauty, and as he gazed at her
with lovers eyes the enamored captain
swore to himself that he had never seen
so pretty picture as that formed by
Cissy 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,
with little pout, "when / passed the
club windows this afternoon. can
quite understand it. I recognized him
at once. l could see the people taking
off their hats hundred yards off. Oh.
Jack, how envied youl"
$50 did he, I think, when you bowed.
he replied, with aslnile.
YOU'RE quite classic Warrior today,
Captain Strongithearm. How you've
scented yourselfl I've been reading
THE Last Days of Pompeii,' and know
that they went in for it tremendously in
those days. Why, you're 'perfumed like
milliner,' as Shakespeare-or was 1t
Bacon?--says. You needn't stroke my
hand as If it were kitten. What very
curious perfume, Captain Jackr'
"The fact is, Cissy, that he who must
be obeyed always drinks gin and cloves
Of an afternoon"
When Carpet Warrior stoops to a
lie, he prefers to use good large one.
II like him for that" she said; "there's
touching humility about it that I ad-
mire."
eyes, and of course we all have to dc
the same-out of tumblers, you know,
no heel taps" said Strongithearm, ex.
panding his lie as If it were a concertina,
"Now let's talk about ourselves" he
said affectionately. "Cissy, dear, why
should we shilly shally any longer2 I'm
not eloquent, Cissy."
Don't talk Of eloquence," said Mrs
Redmayne petulantly. "The poor justice
lived by it, and 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.
"Tm 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, I'm sure" said
the captain. you don't help fellow 9
bit, Cissy. What wanted to say was
and the traitor slid his chair close tc
hers, keeping tight hold Of her hand al
the time. "I'll whisper it, Cissy," ht
said, and his voice trembled in its ex
citement.
The poor little woman turned hel
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 hi
hot breath upon her cheek. And ther
she gave little scream Of terror as he
suddenly dropped her hand with mill
tary objurgation.
"Cissy-Mrs. Redmayne," he exclaim.
ed. GOOD heavens" and then he became
scarlet In his indignation.
Captain Strongithearm," said Mrs
Redmayne severely as she rose to hen
feet in mingled astonishment and terror
"you ought not to have come here
You've been drinking. Don't deny it.
Jack" she added excitedly; 'you lool
exactly like poor old Redmayne used tc
look when he returned from the monthly
dinners. But Justice Redmayne dranil
port wine, like gentleman; he didn't
fuddle himself with gin and cloves"
II 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 forever!" and
seizing his hat he rushed from the room
Mrs. Redmayne turned in astonish
ment to the mirror. What could those
terrible words meanl Alasl one side oi
her face was covered by hideous
smutty looking discoloration. Little
Mrs. Redmayne gave an eldritch scream
and fell fainting in heap on the white
bearslsin hearth rug.
He never told her secret, for Jacl
Srongithearm 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
q great deal Of good in the parish and il
a pretty, soft eyed little woman still, q
trile pale perhaps, for she never seeks
to paint the lily now, knowing as she
does that the Glove test is infallible.--C
]. Wills in Argonaut.