The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-04-09

Jack Froyle is not hobbledehoy,"
she said. HE was my husbands first
cousin, and I've often heard Of him,
and he's very nice, amusing hand
"Ah! You like those chaps without
any hair on their faces, who look as II
they'd been manufactured at the
ailor's who At them with clothes"
said Lord Catherington, with what
noyance. II could look just like that
myself If chose. I suppose you don't
like beards?" he asked, mockingly.
She was so much surprised and
alarmed by this unexpected mood in
him that she did not know what to
speaking in a cold and distant manner
| without looking up, she said, frigidly:
1T is not for a person in my posi-
ton to find fault with any point in the
appearance of your 1ordship."
"Lordship. chi" muttered Lord
But Beatrice was already outside
! the door.
She found Ermyntrude in the day
nursery having her tea, and for the
two following days she herself saw
nothing Of the viscount. He sent in
deed for the little one, but each time
the message was that Harvey was to
bring her. And Beatrice knew that
she was herself in disgrace.
She was more distressed than she
would have believed possible at hav-
ing offended him. She had not under
realized what difference it would
make to her when she had to leave
his house and his companionship to-
gether, as leave them she must as soon
as she could make UP her mind where
to go.
On the third day Of her disgrace, in
the afternoon, Harvey brought up the
message that Lord Catherington was
waiting in the Dresden saloon for Miss
Ermyn and Mrs. Froyle, and he would
be obliged If they would come down as
quickly as possible ready for a drive.
Beatrice was surprised at the delight
she felt, and in very few minutes she
was at the dooor Of the Dresden sa-
loon on the ground floor, the door of
which she opened timidly.
But to her surprise, no one was
there but stranger, q handsome,
well-dressed man of the ordinary Lon
don type, sleek-haired, with a long,
fair moustache, and a look about the
eyes which enabled her to be sure that
he must be a member Of the family.
/ Was it the missing Godfrey?
He was wearing long, fur-lined
coat, and held his hat in his hand.
"Oh!" she cried, in her first aston
ishment. Then she recovered herself
bowed and said: IT beg your par
don. I thought Lord Catherington
was here"
why, so he isl" cried the supposed
stranger, and Beatrice staggered with
sort Of sick amazement on ,recog-
nizing the voice, and, on nearer in
spection, the features as: those OF the
viscount himself.
"Oh, II didn't know you," she
said, family, while Ermyn laughed
and toddled up to him, half shy, hall
pleased.
ERE beard?" asked she, look.
ing up.
"Gone! cried he, as he lifted he,
up, and laughed at Beatrice. Gone
forevermore, my dear. I thought
wasn't handsome enough for Mrs
!. Froyle's taste in my backwoodsman':
and the ladies' taste for wax dolls
;. Does his lordship' look wax-doll!
: enough for you now, madame?'
Beatrice could scarcely speak. Thu
:, thought rushed into her mind, a
Lord Catherington led the way GU
ton and handsome pair Of bays wer
waiting, that if Miss Froyle were t.
8 meet her, sitting side by side, in thi
t turnout with one Of the handsomes
n men in London, there would be scan
dial started about her which woul
9 shut the gates of all her husband
j relations upon her forever.
:. And by evil chance Lord Gathering
= ton turned his horses heads in the di
n rection Of Brompton. Beatrice kney
that Miss Froyle was trotting abou
@ the neighborhood half the day, on tn
= dozen stupid little errands that idl
q women invent for themselves; kneN
:, that she was in and out Of Wester
. toms library every afternoon. AS the
;. got nearer to this point in the roa
- she felt her heart sinking with drea
. ! of some misfortune, and became al
q most deaf alike to the delighted chat
II ter, of the baby on her knee and t
- the occasional remarks Of Lord Cath
p erington himself.
r And ais they got almost opposit
the library, the very event she ha
It been dreading happened. Mis-
y Froyle, with book in her hanc
g walked out Of the shop and her lyn
d eyes met those of Beatrice.
t, The young widow could not repres
e a. sort of sob, and Lord Catheringto
y turned at once from her to the starin
r elderly lady on the pavement.
h "Who is it," asked he, shortly.
= "It's-it's Miss Froyle," stammere
h Beatrice, ashy pale.
-" He at once reined in his horses an
a waited.
e, He understood the thought in he
n mind, and good naturally meant
set it right.
} 1--WE must speak to her, we mu:
m explain" said he.
d And Beatrice, tho she knew thu
:? explanation meant ruin, could not or
pose him.
t. (To Be Continued Monday