Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1904-04-01

kindly parsonage as well. He
had easily, on alighting from
his carriage and assisting Lady Peggy
to do the same, espied the disreputable
looking parcel which the supposed son
of his dear old friend vainly tried to
conceal, ana the Beau was not long of
putting two and two together and Of
concluding that young Sir Robin had
lost his all at play and had even per-
haps pawned his wardrobe, saving the
Ill looking bundle, for the price of his
last few days food. Therefore 1t was
that in the most obliging manner he
not only installed Sir Robin in an ele-
CANT and spacious apartment, but VOW
ed he would at once send for both his
tailor and perruquier to wait upon
him and ended by assuring his guest
that his own man Tempers would be
up presently to make the young gen.
tleman's toilet for him.
your pardon, sir, Mr.. Brummel,"
quoth Peggy, while her maiden heart
set off at such a race horse futter as
1t seemed must never quiet down, "but,
pray you, remember am country bred,
unused to town ways, have never had
a man to wait upon me in my life" (the
solemn TRUTH "and should never know
how to comport myself in such altered
conditions"
The Beau shrugged his shoulders in
the French fashion, lifted his eye
brows, thought twas amazing strange
that Sir Hector's son should have been
30 i'll educated and said:
"Your pleasure. sir, whilst under my
roof shall be mine, nor can misdoubt
but that one who has had the genius
to invent that tie is amply able to ar
ray and perfume himself. even to the
dressing of his own wig"
you flatter, sir; protestw answered
the guest. II await with impotence
the moment when, in cleaner case,
may have the honor Of instructing you
in the intricacies Of the knot you are
good enough to admire"
With any number of bows the dis
tinguished host closed the door; and
my Lady Peggy was left to herself.
For a moment she stood quite still.
her heart yet a-clapping madly in her
bosom, her eyes wandering about the
princely room in which she found her
self and at last resting on the mirror
wherein was reflected her own slim
figure, tricked out in Kennaston's suit
Of gray velvets and in the yellow wig,
which was indeed the counterpart OF
the real Sir Robins pate. Her coun-
tenance-sure none would recognize 1t
since neither twin nor Quondam sutton
had-was dark with the coffee stains;
her eyes were ringed with sleepless-
ness and unaccustomed wine; her gen.
eral aspect that Of a young gentleman
very much the worse for whatever his
most recent experiences might have
been.
Peg laughed, then she cried, then ran
to the door and fastened 1t securely,
then united her bundle, when out fell
nightrail. green hood and kerchief,
powder, patch box. lavender, musk,
pins, needles, red silken hose, Levantine
gown and veil Of brussels lace. She
shook the skirt out Of its wrinkles, laid
off her wig and 'broidered waistcoat,
unpinned her long plated hair from its
coil and was stoutly making up her
mind to brave all, get into her petit
coats and confess everything to Mr..
Brummel; but as she was about to
wash the dark stains from her face
comes there a "rap-a-tap" at the door,
and Peg, dropping the ever, calls out
6ercely:
"Who's thereT'
IAN 1t please you. Sir Robin, Mr..
Brummel bids me say to you that Mr..
Chalk, the tailor. a person OF the best
fashion, will have the honor Of wait
ing upon you for your measurements
in q quarter of an hour, II you'll be
pleased to see him then, or later"
Peg hesitated. There was q battle
fought within her those sixty seconds
wherein all that was noblest and best
struggled and strove to know which
was the right thing to do. nor could she
determine, save that, Mt second thought
Of confiding her sex to Mr.. Brummel 1t
appeared to her she could not.
Il shall be ready to see Chalk,
thank you, in fifteen 1ninutes, more or
less" humming a tune with elaborate
carelessness. rolling up the Levantine,
the hood, veil and nightrail into ball
and pitching them into the chest Of
drawers; disposing the powder and per-
fumes and pins on the dressing table,
throwing the needles and patches into
the fire, untying the kerchief and TAX
ing out soap, scissors. brushes.
"'Tis clear as water I'm to be man
yet awhile" whispered she. Heaven