Hutchinson gazette., 1900-08-16

loves. This woman -taa, miid1epged.
passe, the heroine OF the previous
nights adventure! Now understand
the false hair.
Lady 'Felowes did not seem TO bc
much affected 10y what had happened,
She did not took my way, but read
her letter, ate her breakfast compOs'
edly and behaved In a most discreet
and mOtter'of.fact fashion,
Not so her uiece an exceedingly
pretty girl, whose brown eyes began
0t once to roam around the table, and
/ soon caught them resting on me,
At first with look of amusement, I
thought, checked instantly; then with
vivid blush and frowns as she
dropped them demurely, Her aunt!
Of course had told her,
Lady Frcsh(ord summoned the
shooting party to start, and for the
rest of that day | was engaged in the
coverls
II was not until We were assembled
In the drawing room that | saw Miss
Felowes, and then went up boldly
to Lady Freshford and asked her TO
send US in together,
When we had settled down into our
SCENTS | went on with the usual COM
monplaces Still no reply Indeed,
she turne her back on me and began
she turned her back on me and began
talking with greNt animation TO che
man on the other side. II was the
cleArest case OF cut, aud | began TO
feel like n fool
The old lady evidently had taken my
eonduct in bad part, and had set the
girl against me, II did not increase
my love for Jack Fairholme, but what
was TO do.
She continued obstinntely dumb,and
altogether ignored my existence. II
was so marked TINT saw Lady Fresh.
ford look her way with n half dis.
tressed, half amused glance, and nod
toward me. as though reminding her
OF treatment that amounted TO posi-
tive dlscourtesy.
Miss Fellowes responded 20 the np'
peal but strangely, She did not speak,
only blushed deeply, blush that
crlmsoned even her neck and should
ers,
wNs siczed with a sudden inspru'
tion,
"Miss Fellowcs." No answer "Mlss
Fellowes." No answer, "PWy listen,
even II you will not speak, | believe I
have some Of your property. should
like to restore IT,"
"You would not be so base, so un.
gcntlemnnlikc--"
"Not the slipper" went on, calmly,
taking for granted was right in my
line - shall keep that ms n souvenir;
| II Is treasure trove, But the hair. you
will want that Mt once, | cannot think
how you have gotten along without 1t
oil this time"
"Oh, Capt, Phayre! How can vou go
why should you thlnk-what have |
done to deserve this2" She almost
gasped for breath us she spoke and the
tears were very ncNr her fine eyes,
"Why do you cut me? DO | deserve
thNt? You know It was pot my faUlt
originally Last night you accepted
my apologies"
"COpt Phayrc, you are really too ter
ribe That is not my false hair"
"lut it was in your room
"Thnt is not my room, Thnt was
nuntic's room. She is u very had
sleeper, and sometimes likes to chnnke
her bed, So last night she teak IninC
and hers"
$50 It's hers-thc hair I mean"
III -sh! She may hear; sho would
not forgive Ms"
doesn't she knowP"
"NJ;hiug-uot syllable. hope she
never may II, if-you can only hc1p
those holrid companions " Soora
quiet, I hchcvc can trust voI."
"rhat vou can, Rut the slipper, Oh =
I's yours II course2 Why DON, you
thro@ il twav2"
impulse; perhaps hated you"
"I'm not sure she said shy'y, IAN
impulse; perhaps hated you
Not now surelyp"
Aud in the end she became Mrs.
Phayre. London Illustrated News.