St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-24

completed my toilette up to the robe, at
which looked long time before put.
ting 1t on.
Cousin Adelaide had had pretty robes,
but never one like this. And it was
sweet with the delicious perfume of
roses.
When at last slipped into 1t, and
put my feet into the slippers, l felt
sense of luxury impossible to describe.
And now slowly, softly, tremblingly, l
for the first time approached. cheval
| glass, WHICH had until this time care
fully avoided. Then l shut my eyes
and counted twenty, opened them and
uttered cry of rapture.
A figure stood before me which
could not have dreamed was my own. A
tall, slender girl In rose and white. her
eyes black and long-iashed. Her lips
crimson, her face smooth as porcelain,
| of one soft. creamy tint from brow to
| chin. The hair. fresh from the bath
and well-rubbad and brushed, massing
| in soft waves about the head, was Of a
rich golden color, the eyebrows dark
| and straight.
Twas that I?-truly the charm had
been efficient. The little girl whom no
one loved because she was so ugly was
now beauty. Yes. beauty. l caught
the little talsman / wore from my
bosom and kissed it; then, overcome by
strange shame and sorrow, sunk
upon my knees. "Dear Cod" cried,
II thank Thee. for this is not the evil
| ones beauty. l am sure. Thou hast
| given me the gift l prayed for. Thou
alone"
Then, after giving myself a few mo-
ments to regain composnre, left the
room. Cato was at the head of the
stairs. l gave him kindly good morn
ing, to which he responded respectfully,
and then led the way to the breakfast
room, which could scarcely have found
if left to myself, the house was SO large
and so intricateiy planned. A CLEAN of
silver, the flash of crystal,the opalesque
hue of true porcelain, the creamy white
of the finest damask met my eye first.
A table was spread as though an artist
had done the work. Beside it stood two
chairs only. ebony chairs. with crimson
seats and high, straight backs.
l looked about me. Mrs. Miller is
not down yet?" queried.
The negro looked at me with long.
serious look and answered. mo, MISS"
| Over his face spread an expression 1
could not explain to myself. 1t seemed
to Indicate compassion, and again l saw
in it warning. But of what? I was
| bewiidered.
II will wait for her, of course" said.
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piled.
His eyes had left my face and he was
looking at door at the end of the room.
My glance involuntarily followed his.
and l saw gentleman standing there
beneath the crimson portiere. He
wore very elegant smoking.jacket
and slippers. but knew him at once
for the red-faced gentleman who had
tried to engage me as nursery governess
| for his sister just before Mrs. Miller
came. He advanced with an agreeable
smile. and. as he held out his hand,
uttered gay "Ah, how do you do, Miss
SHERWOOD"
He held my hand rather longer than
any one had ever he'd it before during
the process of shaking it. But for
aught knew that was the fashion.
''SoFriend Smith allowed my sister to
carry you away, Miss Sherwood?" he
slaid. How fresh you look this morn
ing, and pink is prettler than drab, is it
rot? 1t becomes you immensely, at all
| events"
Old habit is not easily broken, and I
repiied primly, after the fashion at
home:
THANK thee. am feeling WE'LL"
he laughed and caught me by the
chin with his thumb and finger. "You
blessed little Quakeress," he said, and
let me 20 again.
II am not a Quakeress. really, l
SAID, "Dut two years have made the
plain speech natural to me. l think |
must break myself Of 1t. for it evidently
| sounds very oddly to Others"
| II don't care if you never break your
self Of it," he said. 'Its mighty cute
| and cunning, and | rather think YOU
| know it, curly head" Certainly he was
| as odd as his sister.
He now walked to the table and stood
| behind one of the chairs, waving his
! hand toward the other.
''Shall not wait for Mrs. MiIler?, I
inquired.
at would not be the slightest use to
wait for that lazy sister of mine; no
| telling when she will come down. he
| replied" Pray begin your breakfast
without reference to her"
Ana SO: as Cato orew the chair into
| poSltion, look IT,.
There was something very delightful
III those elegant surroundings. and in
| NY new aress, ana IN the memory of
| tnat gl,,npse Oh mysei!. ana IN Cato's
qulel at.enuance' aua III Tile manner OF
my COZ. paiiion.
&c a man vi tue woIla can always please
II ne chooses' anG oeiore breakfast was
I'VE t,o oesnn W iihe 'ne red-laced gen.
tleuinn. indeeu, ne was not SO red as
had lnonght MN. and otherwise he was
un nus a. nanosoiae' AFTER breakfast
say 10 Cato'
since MRS. Miller Is not here, will
| you snow me 10 the nursery"'
| ne looked at me win meek inquiry.
| De nursery. miss, ne SAID. maybe
! dat is de same as de COQSerbatOry9,,