Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-09-07
A CLEVER
MAKE UP.
} Story Of a
, Fancy Dress Ball.

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Henry Apps of Hoxton completed
the fixing Of the wires on the lawn
of Hasleigh court. lie looked up al
the dim light in the dressing room and
chuckled softly as he bent the last yard
of wire.
"a trip in time," says Mr.. Apps
saves nine"
He threw the rope ladder gently In
the air, and at the first effort it caught
1.-THE projecting nail.
"Once OH board the lugger," quoted
Mr.. Apps facetiously, as he mounted
the rope ladder, land the girl is mine"
He opened the window very gently
and soon stood inside the dressing
room. Near the table in the corner OF
the room was an iron safe.
well, I'm jiggered" exclaimed Mr..
| Apps. He loosened the flaps OF his fur
cap and mopped his brow with the
back Of his hand. "Well, Pm jigger-
ed! If they 'aven't been and left the
key in it for me. might have saved
| myself a lot of trouble If Id know
ed"
Mr.. Apps swung open the heavy door
Of the safe and listened to the music
down stairs. Young Lady Staplehurst
was giving, as Mr.. Apps very well
knew, dance, fancy dress dance,
on her return from the continent after
her term of widowhood.
"Pll just see first of ALL" he said,
that the coast is absolutely clear, and
then-thcn for bagful."
Henry Apps stepped out into tho
broad passage. He slouched, with his
jimmy sticking out Of his capaciouS
side pocket, few steps toward the
stairs. Suddenly grlish figure turn
ed the corner.
"Eless my art" cried Mr.. Apps.
"Why, how do you do:" said the
young lady, stepping forward. She
gave a soft laugh that was very pleas
ant. "This is really delightful. DO
you know, l recognized you in spite Of
the costume"
She held the hand of Mr.. Apps for
moment, causing that gentleman to
gasp for breath, and called one of the
maids.
Just bring me pencil and q card"
she said, 81 must arrange for Il car
riage to take Captain Norman back to
his hotel in the morning. | wasn't
sure that he would come"
II can walk" remarked Mr.. Apps,
with restored self possession.
81 won't hear of it. When shall we
say, now?"
"Say in an hours time" said Mr.,
Apps. 81 can go up stairs again alone,
change my toys and do all | want to-"
"And can't you stay longer"
She gave the card to the maid and
ordered it to be dispatched at once.
"Ive got a busy night before me-"
urged Mr.. Apps excusingly. He
thought of his dog waiting on the lawn
and feared it might give an inoppor-
tune bark. Besides, the safe was still
open, and the diamonds were waiting
for him. He had noticed with satisfac.
ton that Lady Staplehurst was wear
ing none.
"You We're always an active man,
captain"
always adding something" agreed
Mr.. Apps. IF it isn't one thing, it's an.
other" He shook his head rcnectiycly.
81 often wonder don't write book
about it ALL"
Il don't believe you will know any
body here. Captain Norman" she said,
as they walked down stairs "but |
couldn't help sending you Il card, sec.
ing how friendly we We're on the Pc
shawur. DO you remember those even
ings on deck in the Red sea-"
She was really very fine young wo.
man, and in her costume she Hooked
extremely well.
DO not?" said Mr.. Apps, with
much fervor. Shall l ever forget
'em?"
"And then the journey from Brlndisi,
you know. and that funny little Ger
man-you remember him."
He was a knockout, Tint German
was"
"And the girl who played the banjo,
and"-
ut was great" agreed Mr.. ADDS
great"
The large ballroom was very full, A
small! covey of brightly dressed Young
people flew toward the young hostess
to complain of her temporary absence
from the room, and a broad shoulderea
gondolier shook hands with her and
took up her card with something of an
air Of proprietorship.
Il thought had left the key in tho
excuse me-" The young hostess took
back her card from the gondoler. 81
am engaged to Captain Norman. You
don't know him? Allow me-"
PLEASED to meet you," said Henry
Apps. lows the world using you?
That's an original costume of yours.
Captain Norman" remarked the gon
1olier. II donC know that I've ever
seen anything so daringly neat before"
swell, wot Of 1T" demanded Mr.
Apps, with sudden aggressivoness.
'Wot's the odds to you wot | like to
wear? "ou needn't think you're"--
captain Norman" interposed the
young hostess laughingly, you must