The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-05-26
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/ Mrs. Peggy
By
KATHARINE lyman.
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Was not that the sound Of oars?o she
saio. He has escaped. This dangerous
CIlnlinai OF yours has escaped Hark
there II Is again. Her charming head
went Sideways. 'Oh,. SIR, while you are
On false scent in my house your pris-
i oner is embarking''
4 Il think not" said Ensign Trevor "It
IS your agitation, madam. hear nothing.
l am very much grieved to have disturbed
YOU put must ask you to let my men
make search
BID them Search said Mrs. Peggy
i hghtly Let them leave neither hole nor
corner UNEMPLOYED We want no rebels in
TINS quiet house, which contains only
Womenfolk except for deaf Matthew at
Inc gate hope he did not detain you,
4 sH. meantime, while your men search
you VIII drink tea with me-
You honor me-" said Ensign Trevor.
watching her with honest, bewildered
eyes and thinking that he had never seen
any tnlng so gloriously beautiful He won
oeredy who she could be- He was Sc
rlous youth, sprung of an austere stock,
and did not frequent playhouses. He sup
posed her to be a great lady.
She handed him his tea in the tiniest
porcelain cup, and while he slipped it he
1 grew more and more bewildered by her
beauty.
the house was a burrow of up-and-
down corridors and passages and the
search lasted long time. Before it came
TO an end Ensign Trevor had drunk many
! cups OF tea and was madly in love with
Mrs. Peggy.
He knew now what she was and was
ready 10 swear to her honor and virtue
as ne would have done to his sisters
A play actress" he thought confused
| ~ l wonder what my old mother would
say. This one must be different if the
others are not modest She is as good as
she is beautiful"
Mrs. Peggy had been, indeed wonder
Iul kaleidoscope during the time, three
| quarters of an hour or So which the cor
poTaI ana his men took to search the
] mouse. There We're moments-quite long
! intervals OF time-when she sat quietly
ana the pale, Quakerish radiance came in
hef SOFT face, despite the rouge. Again
/ sne mad fanc1ed she heard a sneeze in the
| poWder1ng closet-She was on her feet act
ing bit from the new play singing a
little song of shepherds and shepherd
esses with shower of notes in the air
that reminded Edward Trevor of the fall
| ing OF rose leaves One moment she was
| nlrtlng her fan at him, the next she was
| demure and pensive; now she lifted her
traln' and, revealing scarlet slippers, she
! danced through a bar or two of singing
with the most exquisite grace of move
ment
| 1t pleased Mrs. Peggy to have fascinated
lhe~young man. 1t was certain that she
put forth all her arts, and they were
| many.
You should not be in the playhouse"
ne said at last in his bewilderment.
When L look at you I think of apple
blossoms and the spring. You should not
| De IN that wicked place where every fool
| that pays his money can stare at Won and
talk light of you"
The natural color came under the
rouge.
They may stare at me,'' she answered.
| out they do not talk light of me- I am
modest woman, though play actress.
| AS for the apple blossoms I would might
De among them and never leave them''
Someone knocked at the door with the
putt END OF musket, and being hidden
| enter, Corporal Bum came in and stood
| to attendtion.
we have searched the house, SIR" he
said, and found nothing"
Would you like to search here?" Mrs
| Feggyt said, springing up. Come you
| must not let it be said that you left any
rooms unsearcheds Creep under the settee.
| corporal, if you please. There is plenty
OF light. He can hardly be hiding behind
| the tapestry
She flew hither and thither, finging the
| tapestry aside. Once she stood between
] the corporal and the door of the powder
| ing closet Fortunately, the good fellow
| was not very sharp AS for Edward Ire
| vor, he watched her like man in a
| dream.
Afterward they left the house with
many apologies When the corporal had
clunsily backed through the door Mrs
Peggy gave her hand frankly to Edward
Trevor. He took it and kissed it rever-
| emily
Come again, SIR she said. ST want
to hear more of the apple blossoms. Peo-
pie do not talk to me of such things"
He came again. He came often. Mat
/ thew RI nd mix
4 of all the mob of young fine gentlemen
| that prayed for admittance.
| They talked, he and Mrs. Peggy-how
! they talked! He knew in time all there
| was to know of her simple history-how
| she and her mother, being very poor had
! been befriended by the famous Mrs.
| George Anne Bellamy, who would have
! little Peggy for the stage to lift them
| out of their poverty But now, what
was the good of it all for the mother had
! not stayed to be made rich, and Mrs. Peg
| gy's soul was sick OF the foetlights and
/ the smell of oranges and saWduSt?
Il have mind TO be a num- she said.
! Nay" he replied hastily. But why
| not an honest man wife? Let me take
| you home, Peggy, to the cottage in the
! apple orchard where was born. can
not give up my sword now, and you must
lead wandering life with me for many
years to come; but there will be the cot
tage in the apple orchard for US and our
| children
why" she said. yielding herself to his
embrace. when 1 am with you / am
among honest country things, though it
were the playhouse itself.
After a time he sat toying with her
| hair.
II thought you were a goddess that day
! first beheld YOU he said. ITO think
I'should have won goddess to stoop TO
mel Why were you so bewildering?'
''You will not frown on me?' she said,
| timidly.
so long as you love me best" he re-
piled.
Forgive me, Edward" she said "but
| that day cheated you out Of your pris-
| oner / hid him in the powdering closet
over yonder. Afterward l nursed him
for some weeks till his wound was well,
| and carried him to safety by the packet
| boat as my woman Elizabeth 1t was
easy to dress him for the part. Can you
! forgive me?''
For an instant he looked gloomy, then
his face cleared.
| II am glad his capture is not on my
| hands, he said. And, after all, you
owed me nothing then. He was brave
| gentleman
Not a woman here but would have
died for him." she said, from his lady
to the meanest serving lass"
Live for me-" her lover said, leaning
| to kiss the imprisoned -cheek.-The Tat