The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-10

carried off the coil of reddish-brown hair.
|. looked at these two trophies with
mingled feelings. The slipper pleased me,
hut L was vexed and disappointed by the
hair. thought of the pretty foot the
slipper had framed SO neatly, and began
to frame a theory as to its owner. Then
l caught sight of the false hair and
shuddered. l was hurt, shocked, an
noyed. If l went near falling in love
with the slipper remembering how l had
got it, there could be no sort of romance
in a wig.
There was to be a big shoot the next
Gay, and we men all came down early.
I caught Fairholme and was about to
give him bit Of my mind when he broke
in with:
MY word, Reggy, but you're in luck
Don't you know who it was last night? 7
set my mothers maid to find out. I'll
tell you"
DON'T
'~Tommyrot. Why, it was Lady Fellowes.
She's worth piles. Fat, fair and forty
No membranes, only niece. Ask her
to marry you-the aunt, not the niece. If
she won't come to me; I'll make her.
Drop it, Fairholme, or L must drop
your acquaintance"
All the romance faded out of the Incl
dent when I looked at Lady Fellowes.
This woman-fat, middle-aged, passe, the
heroine of last nights adventure Now
understand the false hair
Lady Fellowes did not seem to be much
affected by what had happened. She did
not look my way, but read her letters,
ate her breakfast composedly, and be-
haved in a most discreet and matter-of-
fact fashion.
Not so her niece, an exceedingly pretty
girl, whose brown eyes began at once to
roam around the table, and I soon caught
them resting on me. At first with a lock
of amusement, 1 thought, checked instant
ly; then with vivid blush and a frown
as she dropped them demurely Her aunt,
Of course, had told her.
Lord Priesthood summoned the shooting
party to start, and for the rest of that
day [ was engaged in the coverts.
1t was not until we were assembled in
the drawing room that I saw Miss Eel
loves, and then 1 went up boldly to Lady
Priesthood and asked her to send US IL
together.
When we had settled down into our
seats 1 went on with the usual common
places. Still no reply. Indeed, she turn
ed her back on me and began talking with
great animation to the man on the other
side. 1t was the clearest case of cut and
I began to feel like fool.
The old lady evidently had taken my
conduct in bad part, and had set the girl
against me. 1t did not increase my love
for Jack Fairholme, but what was I to
do?
She continued obstinately dumb, and al
together ignored my existence. It was
so marked that 1 saw Lady Priesthood
look her way with a half-distressed
half-amused glance, and nod toward me,
as though reminding her of treatment
that amounted to positive discourtesy.
Miss Fellowes responded to the appeal
but strangely. She did not speak, only
blushed deeply, a blush that crimsoned
even her neck and shoulders.
I was seized with a sudden inspira-
ton.
Miss Fellowes.' No answer Miss Eel
loves" No answer. pray listen, even II
you will not speak believe I have some
of your property. I should like to re-
store It,"
''You would not be SO base, SO ungen-
tlemanlike-"
mot the slipper" I went on, calmly,
taking for granted 1 was right in my
line. II shall keep that as a souvenir; it
Is treasure trove. But the hair, you will
you have got on without 1t all this
tine.''
'Oh, Capt. Phayre! How can you-why
should you think-what have 1 done to
deserve this?' She almost gasped for
breath as she spoke, and the tears were
very near her fine eyes.
Why do you cut me? Do deserve that?
You know it was not my fault originally
Last night you accepted my apologies
Capt. Phayre, you are really too terri
ble That is not my false hair
But 1t was your room"
THAT was not my room. That was
auntie's room. She is very bad sleep
er, and sometimes likes to change her
bed. So last night she took mine and
1 hers"
80 it's hers-the hair, mean?'
"H-sh! She may hear; she would nev-
er forgive u.s."
Doesn't she know?"
tNothing-not syllable. I hope she
never may, If, if-you can only keep
those horrid companions of yours quiet,
1 believe I can trust you
THAT you can. But the slipper Ell?
It's wours, of course? Why did you throw
it?"
I'm not sure" she said shyly. IAN
impulse; perhaps 1 hated YOU.
mot now, surely?"
And in the end she became Mrs.
Phayre.