Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-01-20
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spasm when he beheld it, Sir Robin
McTart sat at honor place ut dinner and
was, to make long story short, the
cynosure and toast of the occasion.
The duel with Sir Percy, the rescue
OF my Lady Diana, the invention of n
cravat, the nimble wit, the handsome
face, soon bespoke Peggy into favor
that, considering all other things, was
well nigh incredible, and when the
following day she appeared in one of
the suits Mr.. Chalk had made, with a
dash of powder on her wig and q
bronzed complexion due to surrepti-
tious purchase at the players cosmetic
shop In Drury lane Of sundry brown,
red and black pastcs while making
feint of being a comedian, the salts
faction of her host was unbounded.
robin, my boy" said this one, with
a side glance at his guest "aaae
9 PIT short a e n5l appy.
hundreds to your account at lh tsa NIX <
er's. Young gentlemen will be wild
and spendthrift at times. London's
new to you, fancy, and
81 thank you, Mr.. Brummel, from
my heart" returned Peg, "but I've
f3OO now idle in my pocket. That will
last me, Pm confident, until reach
home, and, by your leave, I'm think
ing I'll quit town this evening"
But Mr.. Brummel has no ears for
any such scheme The Beau's cratic
fancy has not been caught by new
object for the mere sake of losing it.;
his joy in the dash and buoyancy, the
originality and naivete, Of his latest
discovery is genuine, and no argument
Of the very few Lady Peggy can offer
but he breaks down at once.
BOUNDS, sir! Are you fool, sir?
Your sire was not one before you. TO
have half London a-talking about you,
all the prints a-chronicling your move
ments, all the Indies a-dying for a
glimpse of you, and you only up in
town these few days, and a-proposing
to go back and bury your talents for
tying brussels in Kent! Fie upon you.
sir! l listen to no such whirns. Here's
my basket loaded with invitations for
you already. Lady Brookwood's rout
tonightw with sly glance at Pegs
really blushing face. LADY Diana
Weston's mother, as you are doubtless
aware! The charity bazaar at Selwyn's
tomorrow, dinner ut Holland House.
Almack's. and my own little plan for
next Thursday, which is an outing to
my seat in Surrey a-liorseback; dinner,
bowls, a look over the stables, and home
by the light o. the moon. Back to
Kent forsooth! No, sir; not yet"
A few hours later, as Lady Peggy
got into her magnificent suit of crimson
satin, gold embroidered, us she bcheld
her image in the glass and caught the
hilt of her sword in her hand, the blood
that surged over her face and throat
was ruby red. and, Mt her wits ends
for what to do, the girls tears forced
themselves to her eyes once again.
She was to be off soon to Lady
Brookwood's. Here she should cncoun-
ter not only Lady Diana, but doubtless
Percy himself; mayEap Kennaston, If
he had been able to get him decent
coat to wear in place of the gray vel
vets. Doubtless, too, all those others
she had met in Lark lane.
For the hundredth time she cast
wildly about in her mind as to how she
could now Mt this present moment rid
herself of the hated disguise, get into
her Levantine. get home 10 her moth
er's arms. hide her head forever, and
never, no, never, look into face of man
again!
But Peggy saw no road. Every path
seemed barred save those that would
forever damn her in the eyes of foes
and friends alike.
ooh" cried she i'll desperation, ''how
easy tbs TO get into breeches, coat, q
waistcoat and a wig; but, mercy, will
ever be able to get out of 'em?"
1t is to be put down to the credit OF
my Lady Peggy's up bringing in the
country. With most times only lad fol
self with not only fine ease and grace
but also with as splendid sWaggel
and daring as any young macaroni that
carried sword.
can I'm to be man, I'll be one!
cried she. "And if Luz, Diana ogles
I'll give us good as she sends. Little
INN as love II know tits of his some
time Peggy he'll be jealous.'
So it was with prodigious fine flut-
ter of her napkin and a nightly impu-
dent twirl Of her eyeglass purchased
not two hours since that her ladyship
made her bows and kissed the finger
tips Of Lady Brookwood's handsome
daughter.
Il am your most grateful, Sir Rob-
tn| cried this one, "and more pleased