The Saint Paul globe., 1899-04-02

!. "Ah, but sir, you should look i'm It's only
naf a crown the whole evening, but you
shall have a turn for a shilling"
All right said Moray, I'll come to look
on, but I'm in no trim for dancing
Never mind that, sir.'' said Mr.. Hebbelth-
waite looking him over from head to foot
with an approving scrutiny, you look more
OF gentleman than many of the swells in
side dressed in regular tp-top evening
clothes.'
Joying the adventure, and thought he might
as well take a look in and see Mr.. Hebbleth-
Walte's patrons enjoying themselves.
I've been obliged to begin an hour later
than usual confided the dancing master,
for that literary and philosophical lot said
the lectured be disturbed by the music. It
didn't seem to draw well, for the people kept
going Quit was too Classy I suppose.
You're not going, r?''-regretfully inter-
ceptlng man who was coming slowly down
the stairs, buttoning an overcoat over his
broad white expanse of shirt. Either the
man did not hear, or else he did not wish to
answer, for he passed without speaking,
| holding his tall thin figure and ascetic clean
shaven face aloft in d manner which was
| somewhat naughty. and carelessly drawing
on pair Of deerskin gloves over sinewy and
bcny white hands, most perfectly tended
and adorned with a strange old-fashioned
seal ring.
| Mr.. >.Hebblethwaite shrugged his shoulders.
He's not one of us-he'll be one of the
| gents who's been at the lecture They're a
! stuck-up lot, too! But answer a civil oues-
ton with civility, that's the mark of a gen
| tieman, says L. said the dancing master,
ruffling his plumes. Don't you agree with
! me, sir?"
| It's certainly best to be civil" Moray
agreed.
Il must be quick and start ,em again :"
said Mr. Hebblethwaite. as they reached
| the landing and the music stopped "Oh,
thank you, sir-then you're going to stay?''
I'm not able to stay, thank you"
inc Cir
| half -a-croWn."
| "Oh, no-that will be all right"
Thank you, said Hebblethwaite. Then
he turned back hurriedly. You can make
| free with the refreshments, sir. I'll speak to
| the waitress. It's sandwiches and sweets,
| tea and coffee can't get Icense'-and he
| hustled into the ball room.
Moray was standing on the spacious land
ing from which the corridors leading to the
various rooms branched. 1t seemed to be the
usual promenade between the dances, for
men and women were walking along it arm
| in arm, chatting and laughing, in a curious
medley Of costumes and characters-Buffalo
Bills clowns. n1gger minstrels, and Ally
Slopers being the prevailing choice of the
sterner sex; and Little Red Riding Hoods,
Minnie Palmers, fairies, Cinderellas and
queens being the most popular with the girls
| All of them seemed to be heartily ENJOYING
| themselves, and Moray became quite en-
gTCsed in watching them, they looked so
| thoroughly happy.
L say said thin woman, with reddish
hair and high complexion stopping beside
Moray; you and mes pair-you might have
| sat for it. Now mightn't he, Louie ?'-turn-
ing to little darkhaired fairy who was with
her isn't he copy Of the picture?"
! Get along with you Ruth, Louie gigeled
you're always so funny. Isn't she, mis-
ter?"-appealing to Moray.
You're the very image of him. Now who
do you think I amp asked Ruth
Moray looked at her dress-a vivid plaid
with white blouse and black velvet Jacket
a Scotch cap, and an eagles feather pinned
with silver thistle.
Something from Scotland" he said. DO
| litely
There -triumphantiy- you're right! Now
guess who am?"
I'm afraid I can't. Surely not Helen Nc
Gregor?"
mo. Well, you're like the prince-Ronnia
Prince Charlie, if you'd only been dressed
in style.
"oh, it's Flora Macdonald" Moray said
laughing
Fright you are! But who are you dressed
like?''
Guess" said Anthony.
"Oh, you a-carrying on, Ruth" the
other girl giggled.
"If you'd got some fur on your collar rd
have thought you were Russian prince" /"
said Ruth, judiciaIly.