Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-01-20

than can express to welcome you I
only regret that Lord Brookwood is at
Brookwood Hall and not here to thank
you for rescuing his daughter" And so
forth and on, with presentations to
dozen of fine ladies, dowagers and
damsels, and precious lot Of fine gen.
tlemen, and it seemed to Peggy, in her
simplicity, as if the whole of Mayfair
We're allowing and scraping and max
ing her out hero. which indeed was
not far off the fact.
Two watched her as she came in on
Beau Brummel's arm These were Sir
Percy and Kennaston-one green with
anxiety for Grigson's return from his
errand, jumping at every sound, hav-
ing left word both at Lark lane, his
coffee house, as well as at home, where
he had gone, that Grigson should re-
port to him at once he arrived; the 9TH
err green with envy of Peggy and any
other who neared his divinity, yet
afraid and too diftident to approach
her closer than with the devouring
gaze of his eyes.
THAT puppy again. cries Percy I'M
der his breath as lie surveys Peg in her
satins. by CAD, sir, every lady in the
rooms turning spite eyes on t'other,
your incompatible Diana included, for
fear he won't stop and pay her COM
pliment."
"Ah," signs the young poet. "Percy,
an you loved like me 'twould be bliss
to even gaze upon your fair. Think
you dare make bold now to cross and
make my bow?"
"Why not?" returns the other gloom
lily. "Forgive my llumor, Kennaston.
Truth is, sir, I'm mad, mad for Peg,
and my ears are cracking and my
brain splitting until that rascal Orig
son gets back with answer to my let,
ter. He's been gone long enough to
have made the journey four times
over"
"Oh, Percy" returns Pegs twin. 81
love you us Il brother, an could but
physic your lady into complaisance I'd
give my life for 1t. What owe not to
you?" adds the young man with deep
feeling. you've fed me, and, cooks,
sir, tonight you've clothed me, for since
the scurvy knaves that frightened
Lady Di stole my suit of grays and my
sword and hat, what had left?
Where would l be now were It not for
your"
"Tush, Ken, lad; I love you for your
self and ten thousand times more for
her sake. Ken, | love her SO that, as l
told her, if Sir Robin were better
man I'd cry off an she said she loved
him"
"What said she?"
mot that she loved him, but that she
might" lie continues with sadness as
his eyes follow Peg OH her almost roy
al progress about the drawing rooms.
"'Tis n proper fellow enough and I'd
always heard he was fright and
coward"
Kennaston presently took heart of
grace and crossed to pay his duty to
Lady Diana, who, twas plain to be
seen by every other than this bashful
swain, was by no means the indiffer-
ent to him she would feign play off.
Her color came and went as Ken
naston, blushing TO match his lady,
ventured to spout his ode to her, and,
leaving the pair to gallop on this pleas.
ant path, Sir Percy at distance I'M
consciously followed Lady Peggy, at
least with his gaze.
Peggy meantime, denying right and
left the story of her prowess, with
quips and jests and ogles of the fair,
still kept her eye on Pnrglace, rsEet
had she sesnssh ,m questioning, hewb
~ oa.ssa ~, Even il 'esFs'ssssss Few,
VI coutse ~ upon him, he turned4l
ess, Is many Gently bending over thei