The leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1895-1905, 1897-03-24
that hOrrid spratt girl snapped him up.

that horrid spratt girl snapped him nm
Take my advice"
The stranger dared not wait 10 hear
II, but plunged hastily into his own
room, where he remained a close nris-
oner until the two ladies had with.
drawn to bed, and he heard them call
ing Zones"
The following morning he was
awakened by the rain descending In
torrents. The roar upon the roof, the
splashing In the veranda, announced
the last and worst burst of the mon
soon.
impossible to travel on such a day.
He must remain-read, write letters
smoke and face Florence Passingbom.
There-she was calling.
Jones, Jones, do look after this child.
His feet are sopping. lie has been out!"
Then came a scream and the usual
cry: II want-I wanti"
Shortly before tiffin Mrs. Passing
ham burst into her sisters room while
Jones was dressing her hair.
who do you think is here Paul
Sherwell, who was once engaged to our
cousin, Tiny Fleet"
"What--not that loafer with the
beard?"
my dear, he has cut II off He is as
smart and handsome a man as YOU
could wish to see. His uncle died about
five years ago, and he has succeeded to
the title and estates and is Sir Paul
Sherwell, with a splendid place and
| $4,000 a year."
Il should think Tiny is rather sorry
| for herself now!' scoffed her cousin
Lila.
Sorry years ago! Tom Fowler Is
an unsympathetic brute. Paul bears us
no ill-will. He is coming to Tiffin, as
the bearer is sick. He has been shoot
ing in Thibet, and is on his way home.
He will travel down with us, of course.
You know you are said to be like Tiny"
and she nodded. Wear your new tail
or-made, and, as the day Is so damp, put
on your toupee!"
as it not disgusting weather." said
Miss Moray, when Sir Paul had been
presented to her. "And have you heard
that there is cholera-somewhere?"
There is always cholera in these hills
in the rains" he answered, land 1t is no
wonder, when one sees the way in which
the coolies devour raw melons and Gu
cumbers."
Il notice that you have lady help"
observed the guest.
"Oh, you mean my maid Jones?"
"Yes."
"She Is, believe, sort Of lady. She
does not flirt with the Tommies, which
is great comfort-otherwise, / much
prefer the ordinary Abigail. dislike
having TO order her about as would
a common servant, bat l engaged her
with the complete understanding that
she was to keep her place. | daresay
she has seen better days. l fancy she
came out to friends and did not get on,
and, poor thing, she is so painfully
plain!"
"Only painfully pale, I call it. sup
pose she has been in the plains"
''She has been in the hills for the last
six months, so If she had natural color
we should have seen it," returned Miss
Lila, sharply.
81 like jones'" volunteered Tommy
''She never pinches me, like Aunty Lila,
and she tells me stories"
Ugh! What an afternoon and even
ing of halma and hospitality! Six
hours of Miss Lilla's thin-lipped, inces-
SAINT gable had made Sir Paul feel as If
he had porridge for brains. He beat an
early retreat to his own quarters, hav-
ing promised to be ready to do escort
duty the following day, and soon found
himself in bed, where he slept the deep
sleep of profound exhaustion.
'Sahib," said the voice of the khan
samah, entering the room the next