The Saint Paul globe., 1899-04-02

larly inviting, he decided to go into the town
to one of the hotels in search of better fare.
It was a wet November night, and the
wind was blowing in rainy squalls; but
weather matters but little to a sailor, and
Moray walked along light heartedly through
the narrow streets which Led from the out
of-the-way station into the heart of the town
Anthony Moray was a man to be enVled at
the present moment. He was young, healthy,
and handsome; he had had no heart troubles
to disturb his peace Of mind; he belonged to
service he loved, and his whole interest
being in his work he had risen step by step
until just before his leave he was gazetted
captain, and the old saying, that when For
tune gives at all she usually gives with both
hands, had been tue for him, for at the last
place the Ariadne-his ship-had called be-
fore coming to England he had received let
ters from Messrs. Forsyth & Forsyth the
family lawyers, informing him that. owing
to the deaths of his second and third cous-
ins. who had been drowned during fishing
exredition in Norway, he had succeeded to
the baronetcy and estates of Morayville.
Having still some time to wait after dining
he began to stroll leisurely through the town,
erioying as only a sailor can, the feeling
that he again on English ground. At
the end of a quiet. narrow street large
boarding. brilliantly lit up by gas-jets in
cculd see the word Fancy repeated in
large letters several times he was curious
enough to desire to examine it closer. 1t
stood beside the open door of public hail.
and announced that sMr Isaac Hebbleth-
waite's annual fancy dress ball will take
place this evening. Tickets half a-crown'
And Fancy dress not compulsory, in large
letters in one corner showed that Mr.. Isaac
Hebblethwate desired to please all tastes.
Slightly amused at the fruits Of his curl
osity, Moray was examining the other bills
on the hoarding-a lecture of the Literary
and Philosophical Society of Morthington on
..The Deterioration of Pure Sentiment in
Modern Fiction" by Jonas Dangerfeld, NJ
to be given in the lower Assembly Room
the same evening, and cookery demonstra-
ton the next afternoon by, a ladies' commit
tee when 1T looks like rain, said a voice at
his elbow, and he turned, for the remark was
evidently addressed to him.
A stout man. of middle height, stood beside
hin, but within shelter of the doorway He
had a round red face, small black eyes very
much askew, which blinked pleasantly in the
gaslight, and very black stlniy Waxed
.,,oust ache sticking fercely across his mouth
and giving him a somewhat foreign appear
snce. as he also wore an imperial on his chin
Dc was dressed in orthodox evening attire
and his large hands, encased in lavender kid
,a,as much begrmed over the knuckles
,,ore tying a scarlet silk muffler round his
throat. . .,r
.Are YOU coming in, sir? Are you one of
US .one Of you?" asked Anthony.
.I,n, Mr. Hebbethwaite,' said the man,
pompously. Its my annual fancy dress ball
select too-very select nodding his
an anod appreciatively, "and the best talent I
ner1d nean get. Just listen to that-hark" proud
Sn Eou'a as the sound of music reached them,
that's The Blue Alsatan 1d5 Mountains Mo- Now
UIea's a little gem, she is, an r. A.; she'll
nnake a name, she will"
An R. Az" asked Moray, rather mysti-
ed for he could not see much association
between painting and fiddling:
Royal Academy of Music explained Mr..
Hebblethwaite. But come in and see for
yourself The costumes are worth it; and
the. ladies-oh, they are charming!"
I'm on my way to the station Moray an
swered. "rm afraid I haven't time