The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-02-01

6S6GuuSVO0 IN IQl8 week S-yOu KNOW
the little violet paper called. Gossip
and stings.'
did you really?"'
I nodded. Eyes, and told almost in
your very words. You didn't try to,
read it up in the train?"
well, as matter Of fact, did
buy copy" said Lady Isabel limo.
Gently, "but the stories are perfectly
true all the same, even the one about
Mr.. Blount, that fearfully new man
who made fortune over baby food or
backing or something, and hasn't an
h to his name"
What story was that?"
I'VE went over to his place to .
luncheon party" answered Lady Isa-
bel, "and he was in an awful furry
no end of fuss, and all the flunkeys
| dressed in sort of imitation Wind.
sor uniform and during luncheon he
said to Lord Massingham, Won't you
ave some cold am my lord?' and
Lord Massingham said he thought he
would like a little cold ham. So Mr.,
Blount peremptorily called turnkey
in. and said in that funny tone those
sort of people always use when speak.
ing to their servants, Get is lordsnip
some am, and look sharp The
turnkey was apparently a little fur
ried, too, and put the ham down in
front of Mr.. Blount's partner, a man
called Ephraim Banks, who, I sup.
pose. after all, had a sort Of right to
be there, and even to eat the ham.
you can't think what fury Mr..
Blount was in at the mistake. He
turned to the turnkey and said in q
low voice that we could all hear quite
easily, ERE, you fool, fetch that am
back. and give it to Is lordship. Can't
you tell the difference between a peas
ant and peer?'f Poor Mr.. Banks, %
added Lady Isabel, "he didn't at all
like being called a peasant, and l ex.
pect they had row about it after.
wards"
| laughed. What an awful boun.
der Mr.. Blount must be-" began,
land l really think Lord Massing.
ham" but at this moment Lady
Massingham herself was suddenly an.
nounced. Isabel rose as she came in,
and with an inimitably careless ges.
ture dropped cushion over my copy
of Gossip and Stings, and went for.
ward to greet her guest.
"My dear Isabel" said Lady Mas
singham, whose face looked very red
and hot, Il am so fearfully annoyed
that was obliged to come straight on
and see you. No, don't go, Marjorie"
she added to me: Its nothing you
may not hear as we'll"
Lady Isabel made way for Lady
Massingham on the sofa, and leant
herself gracefully against the tell-tale
cushion.
GLOW sweet of you, dear, to come
to me-do let me help you-What is
it; nothing wrong at home, hope?"
she murmured. us it anything can
help about? thought you were up
in Scotland"
mo. I am going tomorrow. The
fact is I am very upset" said Lady
Massingham, and she began to fan
herself violently. "You will hardly
believe it, Isabel, but just now some
one showed me paper at the club
"a horrid paper-called Gossip and
Stings. It is sometimes quite anus.
ing when it's about Mrs. Darlington.
Brown, but to-day-you will hardly
believe it, but they have actually pub.
lished things about my house party.
Even that story is in about Banks and
Blount and the ham, and Henry says
he wouldn't have had it in for all the
world, because Mr.. Blount Is one Of
his best tenants. was wondering IL
it was one of the maids people
brought, and do you think could pos.
sibly prosecute the editor?" she add
ed, almost out of breath with rage.
Lady Isabel was full of sympathy.
II don't know whether you could or
not she answered gravely, I'm
afraid not. What did you say was
the name of the paper?"
Gossip and Stings," said Lady
Massingham; "it's small paper with
| violet cover"
what funny name," laughed
Lady Isabel, Gossip and Stings. It
sounds like us and Messrs. Banks and
Blount; but, seriously, dearest, it is
horrid for you, and I'm very, very
| sorry
II knew you would sympathize,
darling" answered Lady Massingham.
as she rose to go, land will send you
round the paper-it's horribly put;
but I'd rather you saw it now than
have you come upon it at the club"
Eyes, do send it." said Lady Isabel:
I'm $3.50 sorry, dearest" and she
added as she turned to me, Marjorie,
dear. will you kindly ring the bell?"
81 wonder why you put the paper
away" said, as Lady Isabel rang
the bell again, this time for tea.
well, it's not particularly good
color to go with my gown she an
swered lightly, SIS it. Marjorie. dear?"
NO" answered, Il suppose not:
besides. it's such horrid little pa.
per-"
II can't have you abuse 1t, Mar
jorie," said Lady Isabel with twink.