The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-14

"Give that to him. she said, and hurried
off.
Justine Maynards little room was no
luxuriously appointed nest. Bare and cold
AMI poverty stricken, its cracked walls and
sloping roof gained no glow from the rosy
sunset, and Justine herself lay on the bed
with hands pressed to her t1robbing fore
head.
Only a headache, DEAR, she said. essay
ing faint smile as Elite Hall hurried tow
ard her. THAT is all. And 1 have been
little worried with the landlord; he will be
back again presently for the money that
shall not be able to give him. If he would
only wait until tomorrow
Let me pay him, Justine"
L ann not a beggar yet, Ettie-nay, do not
look hurt, but 1 have never yet accepted
charity, even from so dear a friend as you
and never will-no, not if die first. To-
morrow 1 can take that satin dress home and
receive S. for making it. I should have re-
turned it tonight, but this pain makes a
mere child of me-
Elite turned, and for the first time saw a
folded dress upon the table-a robe of satin,
trimmed with lace.
Justine" said she, "Ive an idea. I'll take
and bring it back
Nonsense, Ettie''
Elite deftly placed it within sheets of
brown paper, wrapped and tied it up
Come, where is it to go?''
ITO Miss Fernley in Middleton Square. q.
Elite! How shall ever pay you for all your
kirdness?"
Elite was. tying dark brown veil so close
ly over her hat that Justine Maynard never
saw the deep dye on her cheeks She was
almost sorry that she had offered to take
Florine Fernleys new dress home For a
second her resolution wavered, and then she
reproached herself for even that seconds
indecision.
It was not long walk for the Fernlevs
lived IN Middleton Square, but a few blocks
distant. And Elite went up the steps of the
marble-fronted mansion, wondering if She
Should see Markham
She was not certain, but was besinnine, m
suspect that she liked the handsome young
fellow whose dark eyes and jetty curls were
such a counterpart to her own blonde
beauty.
Yes, Miss Fernley was at home" and
with supercilious insolence which made
Elites blood boil, the girl pointed I'D a dark
stairway
Just up there and you'll find her First
door to the left"
Miss Elite Hall obeyed the directions and
found herself in a twilight apartment, where
draPed mirrors and sweet, faint scents be-
trayed the manifold mysteries of a young
lady's toilet.
What's wanting? Why can't 7 have NV
nap in peace?" queriously demanded FIorne
Fernley's voice. "Oh, it is that everlasting
dressmaker. Mark! Mark! I want So
so do $4,000" retorted familiar voice
from the next room. But I can't have ali n
want" --i
You borrowed 500 of me to hire that~nonzeI
sensical opera box"
THAT was business, my dear"
Business! Nonsense! Give me the noonAy
1 say" fretted Florine.
Yes, business, my girl Heiress buntino
is as much business as specializing and the
fair. Henrietta is fish that won't iumn at
any ordinary bait
"HCsh!'' cried Florine, sharply and then
turning to the soi-disant dressmaker. she
said: 'iie
ut isn't convenient to pay you today. call
agai nnext week or the week after"
Excuse me-" answered Miss Elite. in a /
low but resolute voice, 81 must have the
money now
''Must" retorted Miss Fernley. as she
angrly rang the bell. Mary, show this per
son out"
Il decline to leave the dress until. I am
paid for it, said Elite, firmly
NOW, look here you dressnraking girl -
SAID the harsh voice of Markham Fernlev
as he advanced from the inner apartment
none of your impudence Leave the dress
or Iii send for policeman and teach Won
your place in short order"
Il would not do that, Mr.. Fernlev" said
Elite, who had by this time recovered her
self-possession completely. II am not q
'dressmaking girl but L shall collect the
money my friend has earned
Struck by some accent of her tone, Mark
ham Fernley paused a second, then lighted
the gas. Elite Hall deliberately threw back
her veil.
And that was the last he ever saw of Hen
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