The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-29


! happen to know, for she WAS born the
same day as my sister Maud
How gallant BERTHE is all of a sudden"
laughed her ladyship. But you can't
deny that Zoe has had many years Of hus-
| band hunting
who could3 From the hour she made
I her debut both she and her mother an
! nounced their intention of landing bril-
liant parti."
The little group round the tea table
laughed
but is Mr.. Anstruther-Smith so very
brilliant after lall?'n; asked Lady Sanford.
Hes only millionaire twice over; ard
the fair Zoe can. easily drop the Smith
after marriage said Tonmie Dyke, the
licensed purveyor of gossip to his set
"Oh! We know all about his money
Tommie," said a pretty girl, pecking at a
sugared cake, and with her head poise
ike a bird. But what is the creature
like to look at?
The usual cut of a milHonaire-sr1f-
nade-and very badly put together at
that. But women of Zoe Temples tyi,e
are above marrying for mere looks. Their
motto is Beauty is, only skin deep and
that far beyond the charms of straight
nose and a fine figure are a house in
G1osvenor square, half a county. in Scot
land, the best box at Newmarket al d
&l5,oO0 year for pin money
"Graeieps!.s Is Zoe going to g@t all
that?"
Yes! And more Smith hasn't any
family jewels of his own so he's made 4.
private offer for the Dulborough things
winch were to have gone to Christie's next
month"
The Dulborough jewels! What luck
some people have. It ought to be a warn
ing to other girls never to be in a hurry
And pretty Nora Seton, who had nearly
made up her mind that BERTHE .Halkett
would suit her admirably, forthwith turn
ed her back on him. and did not youch-
safe him a glance for the rest of the aft
ernoon
Tell me, Tommie." languished Lady
Sanford, wasn't there some talk last
season about Zoe and Lord. Ian Cantor?
1 was i'll and out of things, so I missed
most of the gossip
| Cantor certainly dangled, and at one
time it looked very much as if one day
/ the fair Zoe would wear the strawberry
| leaves of Tordale.. But Ian was back
ward IN coming forward A great pity.
she would have made an ideal duchess"
Almost at the same moment Miss Zoe
Iemple, the beauty of four seasons, and
lac oI1de-elect OF a nulti-mjIlionaire
| said the same words to her rejection in
! the toilet glass that formed the prin-
! clIaal decoration in the rather shabby
! bedroom of a house in the unIoyely
ne'ghborhood of South Belgrayia.
Inc girl sat; before the dressing table,
| the fair ivory of her perfect shoulders
and arms shining whitley through the
tangled masses of hair that streamed
! like flame colored mantle about her.
What an ideal duchess [ should have
made" she murmured. scanning with
somber violet eyes the scarlet bow of her
| full mouth, the delicate penciling of her
! fine eyebrows. And now-now-in less
! than a month I shall be Mrs Smith
| Heavens. how I hate the thought-how
| 1 hate him.
faint smile Of self-scorn curved her
| mouth. What fool you are. Zoe Tenn
| pie. You've landed the biggest fish in
] the pond, and now you grumble at his
scales. But why do I hate the little
| man? He's awfully generous and very
/ devoted, and 1 shall be a hundred times
! richer than if I had married Ian and we
| had waited for Tordale's death. But
perhaps We shouldn't have to wait so
| long. Ian says his brother is dying: it's
common talk he can't last much longer"
She thrust back her heavy hair as a.
maid announced that Lord Ian Cantor
| was wishing to see her
Hes seen my engagement in the Post.
and now there's going to be a row." she
thought as she dressed well, he should
have had the courage to marry me before
this and trust to luck But Ian ALWAYS
lacked resolution, and fancy that even
L could not make up to him for the
pleasures his present income just brings
him."
Yet when, a few moments later. Zoo
stood in the dim, cool drawing room, with
her two small hands clasped in Lord
1an's broad palms, she found him very
goedly in her, eyes, and forced herself to
forget that the mouth beneath the silken
mustacte was loose and weak, and that
the deep gray eyes had an oblique and
shifting glance.
$50 you're going to be married. were
his first words.
''What else am I to DOR cried the
girl, turning very white. Mother and
are well into the last $500 of her capt
tai. 1 must marry this season-or-go
under altogether
But Tordale Is worse. The doctors
all say he can't last till Christmas
seven months from row. won't Won
wait for me till Christmas %
Zoe shook her head.
Don't you understand that we should
be bankrupt long before then? Besides"
well, zoe--what Is it? You know
love you-that for the last year have
| longed to make you my wife" cried Lord
| Ian.
The girls face grew hard and set as
marble.
stAnd 1 know that, despite your love,
you have judged me by your own stand
ard; that you have thought me too ex-
travagant and selfish to marry on $4,000
a year Perhaps you have been right
| but. at least, I would have dared poverty
for loves sake. You have been afraid"
But wait a little. Tordale may die
soen."