The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-09-30

on his forehead. To think that this
woman, like dozens of others. per-
haps, had not only made use OF him
and traded on his good nature, but
had tricked him. 1t should be the
last time she or any other would have
the opportunity. 1t was a moment
of bitter awakening, and even more
bitter humiliation to the courteous
old diplomatist; but as the viollnist
ceased playing and was greeted with
deafening applause, true to himself,
Lord Brentwood muttered apprecia-
lively. Bravo, bravo!" and smiled
and nodded to the duchess. who look
ed half-questioningly toward him.
It was an hour or so after Lord
Brentwood's return home, and he
still sat in his study, buried in reflec-
! tions that were full Of humiliation
and shame. He had never meant to
work" a job, never in his weakest
moments, and he had always, even
when giving way to beauty in distress,
! fully persuaded himself that beauty
was true, and that the person for
recipient of his help and favor.
He rang the bell sharply, and sent
his valet to her house with a note,
asking her If he could see her the
next day, and enclosing the little
handkerchief she had left on the man
| telpiece.
The man returned with the mes
sage that Lord Birmingham was
away yachting, and that her ladyship
| had gone abroad-to Homburg."
1t was true, then. Lord Brentwood
! frowned. as he turned to the man. and
said: do you know when Lady
Birmingham left?"
Her ladyship left last night, my
lord"
Very WE'LL" AS the man left the
room, Lord Brentwood opened the
note he had sent Lady Birmingham,
and, taking out the small lace hand
kerchief, looked at It for a moment in
silence.
1T is sad to lose ones illusions
about so beautiful woman!" he muir
INJURED. slowly; sad even for an old
man like me-but sadder still for poor
| Birmingham, who is married to her!"
He dropped his letter gently into the
heart of the blazing fire and put the
little handkerchief into a drawer
! Poor Birmingham! he repeated,
softly-"poor Birmingham! | wonder
If he has found her out? I don't like
to be hard on a woman, but I am
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down at his table and began to write
rapidly.
Lady Birmingham sat chatting in
the beautiful gardens of the Homburg
Hotel.
Isn't 1t delicious?" she said, with
a sigh of deep content. isn't it delici-
Gus? Look at those roses, Eunice,
and remind me of the dust and CRIME
of London, If you dare!"
The woman with whom she had
been chatting smiled. Lucky woman
to have a sister-in-law."
Lady Birmingham made grimace.
She's a terrible little vulgarian,
but
"She's a treasure" interrupted her
friend; "and you ought not to abuse
her, for she means much fun and
many roses"
"And no Birmingham" laughed
Lola. Eyes, that's true-and nice"
"It was very clever of you, Lola"
Lady Birmingham shrugged her
shoulders. 1T was quite easy, almost
too easy as the man in the play said,
Half a dozen words, a few tears,'-
Pah! what fools men are!" she added,
impatiently; "grown-up schoolboys,
always open to the bribery and cor
ruption of few sweetmeats!"
Hes a particularly easy person to
get over, isn't he?"
Delightful" said Lady Burning
ham; ian unsuspecting babe of inno-
cence, and appalled,, perfectly APP
palled, at the sight Of a woman's
tears"
How long are you going to stay
here?"
"Oh, don't know All the winter,
l suppose. l am waiting for the rest
Of Miriam's checks; she only gave me
fifty pounds to go on with"
Lady Burningham's maid, carrying
bundle of letters. came quickly to-
ward her.
"All bills, l expect" she said, Ian
quidly, "and not worth opening. Oh!
here Is one from Miriam. and one
from Lord Brentwood, too. l hope
Miriam has sent the money" Then
she opened Miriams letter:
Dear Lola-I am bittery disap-
pointed to see by this mornings paper
that the appointment has been given
to some one else. l don't know why
you told me Lord Brentwood had
promised II, because he is not the sort
Of man to break promise; and If you
made 1t up to get the fifty pounds out
of me, think It was very shady of
you. OF course / shan't send the
rest; and | shall be very glad IL you
can ask Birmingham Tor shall write
himO to let me have two thousand
pounds, as we want the money now.
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