Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1904-03-18

'If I can serve you further. command
me-"
frolic. and just now at the cross of two
streets q handsome coach thrown open
windowed, with gentleman the very
pink and model Of all elegance lolling
back amid the cushions.
BY the lead of his eyes twas plainly
to be seen he had not slept for forty
eight hours or so, but otherwise his as
pect was as II newly out of a perfumcd
bandbox. Suddenly his gaze caugh.
Peggy ut the crossing, fixed itself upon
the lace cravat at her throat, and then
with spring as alert as that Of any
monkey throwing himself out Of tree
by his tail this mirror of fashion thrust
his head out at window, jerked his
cOachman'S arm, said in voice no.
loud, but piercing:
"WOrthing, run down the young gen
tleman at the crossing. Don't hurt him
but run him down, an I'll give you %
shillingsw He then sank back again
amid the pillows.
No sooner said than done.
Just at the instant when Peggy re.
called her position and was bewildered.
ly wondering where she had wandered
to. clutching her bundle and all of
q muddle, click! graZed coach wheels
against her shins. cock went her hat
into the puddle; but. heaven be praised
her wig chung. and she chung to her
bundle. Out Of coach the pink brocade
gentleman. down from the rumble his
fooman. pick up Lady Peggy, hat and
oil. rubbing the mud out Of her silk
stockings. clapping her hands; yet re-
Tented she not from the bundle, and all
a-breath the loller cries:
Into my coach, sir. l do humbly
crave pardon. sir; I do indeed. I'll
not take no for an answer. sir, not by
my oath. Such a damage from one
gentleman to another. sir, demands all
the reparation possible. SIR" And
forthwith Peggy is lifted into the
splendid coach, and the splendid gen
tleman springs in after her. and the
footmen jump up, and the whip cracks,
and of they whirl before she can open
her mouth.
"Mr. Brummel. at your service, sir"
continues he, feeling of Pegs palm,
noting the wound at her wrist and the
pallor Of her face which shines even
through the coffee stains. "We're en-
route to Peters Court, where my sur
geon shall attend you. 'Slife. sir.
you're not hurt, I'm sure! told
Worthing not to endanger a hair OF
your head. and it's impossible he
should have disobeyed me-"
Peggy hears this singular string Of
speeches. and. although stunned biz
and not a little alarmed In her mind,
she has country breeding at her back
and such a robust constitution as raj
lies on the spot.
I'D be obliged. Mr.. Brummel, II
you'd set me down at once, sir. TIA
none the worse, and I've business of
import calling me far hence and with
dispatch"
Never. sir, neverr' returns Beau
Brummel, with an impressive wave of
his 3eweled hand. POUNDS. sir. l had
you spilled to get me the pattern and
fashion Of tying your cravat from you,
and split me il let you go until I've
mastered that adorable knot! I've my
reputation at stake, sir, for the tying
OF 'em. You've outdone me Mt your
throat sir. and it's Beau Brummel,
the best dressed and worst initiated
man in Europe, that has the honor of
telling you so. Come, come, SIR" con-
tinues this nonesuch, famed alike at
court and brawl for his finery and
drollery, "out with your name, sir, ]
beg, and render me your eternally
grateful"
Lady Peggy's gaze falls inadvertent-
~ on the bundle across her knees. It
begins to bulge and burst the paper
and string; indeed, a tape Of her petit
coat is oozing out even now as she
pokes 1t back, hiding its telltale under
the skirt Of her coat.
"'Slifer' says Peggy to herself in a
terrible heat "An must stop man,
/ must Gods will-or the DEVILS, as
dad says-be done! And forthwith
she tucks up her knee. lays hand on
sword hilt, laughs quite merrily and
answers:
"Sir Robin McTart Of Robinswold,
Kent, at your service, Mr.. Brummel.
do protest, upon my oath, twas a
marvellous device to spill me to borrow
my tie! IT'S yours, sir, and the fashion
Of 1t, an you'll do me the honor to &C.
cept lesson"
"Sir Robin McTartv echoes the Beau
delightedly. my old friend Sir Hec-
tors son and heir? / swear, boy, you
favor not your sire. Peace to his soul,
twas an ugly gentleman, while you,
sir-zounds! The ladies III make hay
for you, promise you. Where do you
stop? Are you up in town long? What
letters do you bringY
THE Kings Arms, sir, in the
Strand" replies Peg glibly, while the
Beau frowns. I'm arrived but yester-
Gay. l brought not a letter, sir. There
you have my history"
mo Kings Arms for Sir Hector's
son. You'll home with me, lad, and
LII show you what town life is. IN
put you up at the best clubs, introduce
you to the prince, present you at court.
dine, wine, mount you-gadzooks, Sir
Robin, the man that invented that tie
OF the lace" tipping his finger at Lady
Peggy's homemade cravat, deserves
all and more than Brummel can do for
him.!