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'fti W* ft* #A- ft mf£ 4? B.K AGNES CHAPTER XV. 1 UT you must undersimt!'* saiil the lady, "that you carry trie off against my will.*' "To ts"And spare no expense upon chaise or Ihorsea," said she. "Eh?" cried O'Hara, while a certain vagueness crept into his gaze. "Me dear love, the best that money can pro duce—that money can produce," said Mx. O'Harn, and his eye roiled under the stress and strain of an inward cal culation:' ("There's my grandfather's watch I'm afeard the works are not up to the gold case, but it might run to 4 guineas and there's my jeweled snuffbox that the chevalier gave my father no dash it, that's gone! There's my silver hllted sword I could ex change it for a black one and perhaps 5 guineas. And there's my three sets of mechlln.") While he cogitated the lady smiled upon him with gentle raillery then she popped her hand In her pocket and drew forth a well filled case. "And did you .think," said she, laying the case on the table, "that I would have the face to flsk a rich lover to elope with me?" "Faith," said he, pursuing now aloud ills silent addition, "there's the gold punch bowl too! I vowed as long as I'd a drop to mix in it I'd never part With the thing but, sure, I little guess ed what was in store .for me that will make 20 guineas or more. Put up your money, .Kitty. I'll not consent to be paid for carrying you off, except," said he, "by your sweet lips." "Now listen, sir," she cried, lifting: up her finger, "you're a poor man."8§S|§6lf "I am that," said he. i&AsfS "And I," said she, "am a rich wo man." ^"Ohi" cried he, "Kitty, my darllug, and sure that's the last thing In the world I'd ever be thinking of. now. When I laid my heart at your feet, my dear, 'twas for your own sweet sake, with never a thought of the lucre. Whafs money to me?" said he, snap ping his fingers. "Not that, Kitty, dar Itogl I despise It. Why," he went on, •with his charming infectious smile, "I never bad a gold piece in my pocket jet but it burned a hole In it." She listened to him with a curious expression, lut If. contemptuous, half trader. Then she nodded. t" WPJl bellevefl oii," said she. "Come, "T ^"^''«=«ome,rleHif«.-.doii?t- be-.u fool Since the 0* 5^. moneyis there, autl we know for what purpose, wliut miiifera it between you flown /'ijsL i- i^'Ah," he cried, witli a sort of shame, Sag®. .mfJ? aSandoninir bin light tone for one of very real: emotlou, "you're an angel! I'm not worthy of you, but I'll try." tThe ifldv looked emhnnn«mi^, protest, sir. I cannot have you go ring on yoos knees again," she cried i*harpiy, "and It's getting late, and the bnsineas issettled. I think." ?ci*'Ieavc it.-, to me," said hc§f|'Sure, I J00l4 dd it Wmdfolci.*'gf: A "Hkve the post chay at the 'Comer oif Bond street and Quiet street.- 'Tls the darkest in^Bathl' I think." 'i~ "Aye, aftd the relay at Devizes, for fc )We'll hav£ to push the lirat stage." "And after r£ljMitd «.* hint doubJ)«gly.v 1 :i|S' she, and looked at f~'V jV, sf And affw tlmt—London. Ami sure an old libor in Ctveut Gawjijii 'dfttt wtl|f|Hai'i\v ns iq a twlMkle.'S'ifll v, She niljiftle$ l»«r,l}ttie fingers ',raptuisfc«vok«| 6)V"JUs countenance by .(•Wd Uwr^ii^^ejgt Jfraa not dieted a^v1 «ne» sSjaft'# isE ,tOnb« AbdueteSagalnst my will. .people fay if I marry 9 (yon attheend of, the,Journey?" sa^he, without a shade *&*> pM«idii^..^iiouldn't I be a poor lti I -dtdsfnot contrive to per t«pd»70u the «-ay And then what WfM !%drid,«y lf you did not night Wink, "what eitfr coiild WW fWMMHi So to nrt her tepnt*- «*W «1* mwdBcly, and tap* f.ju. tm km teeth. k*3®' ~gf tlM on bar atufc once nan «i fcer hood. jMMive, In bermood ll«8*6tJoo, to his exnberaxit the door she pausi ttUn.har «yes ..ftant through the black UP**** J*r red llpa th* Niffc i\ QfmsgM&emm -m Comedy EGERTON a AsfAeiy V" "The Pride of Jennico" O I 1 9 0 6 CASTLE E E O N tills door. A S I E rI W be sure," said he. "Isn't poor Denis O'Hara to run away with fou merely to sare your reputation?" "So If I scream, sir, and give you a •cratch or two. you will beisr me no malice?" "Bear you malico. Is it?" said he, Mopping to kiss each finger tip of the band which he contrived somehow should never be long out of his clasp. "Me darling, sure, won't I love to feel Jrpur little pearls ol' nails on my pheelt?" .. hinlT of the chairmen iinii Bath gossip. Good night." CHAPTER XVI. Nil now, child what's the town talk?" said Mistress Bellairs. The nights were chilly, and a log crackled on the hearth. Kitty in the most charming dishabille stretched pink slippered foot airily toward the blaze "La, ma'am," said Miss Lydia as with nervous fingers she uncoiled one pow dered roll and curl after another, "all the morning the gossip was upon Sir Jasper's meeting with Colonel Villiera at Hammer's fields. And all the after noon"— She paused and poised a brush. "All the arcernoon? Speak, child. You know," said her mistress piously, "that I had to spend my evening by the side of a dear sick friend." "Well, ma'am," said the maid, "the talk is all about your own marriage with the young Lord Verney." "Mercy, girl," cried the lady, with a little scream, "you needn't hit my bead so hard with those bristles! What's taken you? And what do people think of that?" "Why, ma'am," said the ablgail, wielding her brush more tenderly and permitting her irritation to betray it self only in the sharp snap of her voice, "my Lord Verney's man says he pities any one that will have to go and live with her old la'ship at Verney Hall." "Ha!" said Kitty, and gave herself a congratulatory smile in the hand glass. "And Mr. Burreli, ma'am—that Lady Maria Prideaux's butler, and a wise old gentleman he is—he says the mar riage '11 never take place, ma'am, for neither his own la'ship nor the lady at Verney Hall would allow of it, ma'am." "Oh, indeed?" cried Mistress Bellairs, stiffening herself. "That's all they know about it! Lydia, you untruthful, impertinent girl, how dare you tell me such a story?" "I'm sure I bog your pardon, ma'am," said Lydia, sniffing. "I'm sure I up and tokl Mr. Burreli that if you'd set your heart on wedding such a poor ninny as Lord Verney—I beg pardon, ma'am I'm sure he'll bo a very nice young nobleman when his beard be gins to grow—'twas not likely a deaf old cat like his mistress could prevent him. And I told Lord Verney's man, ma'am—and an impudent fellow he is— that you'd soon teach the dowager her place once you were mistress In Ver ney Hall." "Well, well." said the lady, mollified. acquaintance "Squire Juniper's bead coachman says his nmstur 'II drink himself to dentil, ns Mire as eggs, on the day that sees you (mother's, ma'am. He's been talcing on terrible with madeira ever since lie's heard the news. And the marquis' miming footman, he says. That Ln Flyte 'II have It all her own way with his lordship now, and more's the pity, for,' says he. 'her ln'ship's not fit to hold a cnndlo to the widow.' Ex cuse the language, he knows no bet ter his strength Is mostly in his legs, ma'am. And Mr. Stafford's jockey saya, in a'am that In his opinion you*i* a lady as will never he drove again double harness." "Did he say so. Indeed!" said Mis tress Bellairs reflectively. "Well, my good creature, and what say you?" "La!" said the maid, and the brush trembled over her mistress' curls. "I Boy, ma'am, that If you was to make such a sacrltlce, you so young and lovely and so much admired, I humbly hopes you might pick out some one livelier than my Lord Verney." "Now, whom." said Mistress Bellairs, In a tons of good humored banter, "would you choose, I wonder? What would you say to the marquis, Lydia?" "Oh, ma'am! His lordship is a real nobleman—as the prize fighters .all say —and a better judge in the cockpit, Mr. Bantam, the trainer, says, never breathed, drunk or sober and no doubt when he's sober, ma'am, he'd ma be as good a husband as most" "Well, well, girl, enough of him. what of Mr. Stafford, now?" "Oh, Mr. Stafford,, ma'am, that's a comely gentleman not one bit of pad dlng under lUs stockings and an eye 'twould wheedle the very heart out .of wosdnfT" jie Ts a very constant gwtleman," said Miss Lydia, with a •napiclon of spite. "fWV cried the lady, and pushed Mr chair away from the Are, "what nonsense you do talk! And pray what thinks your wisdom of Mr. O'Hara?" "Lad, ma'am," cried the gnUelem IBalden, "that's the gentleman ii was ftmnd behind Lady 8taad]ah'», cur- /M jute not pertect idi&* SSkS! not *»\i few |«tar*ahaipwttak «ft A* ladrtf -AmadtaonWprJ Jj "Oh, ma'am none better, as half the rogues in Bath know." "Tush! You mean he is good natur ed, I suppose?" "He never said 'no' in his life, ma'am, I do believe, to man or wo man." "Well, then?" cried her mistress test ily. "And generous," gabbled Lydia, charmed by the cloud she beheld gath ering on the brow reflected In the glass "open handed, ma'am. Mr. Ma honey, that queer, peculiar servant of his, many a time he's told me, ma'am, that his only way to keep his wages for himself—and seldom he sees the sight of them—is to spend them at once, for his good master is that free handed, ma'am, he'd give the coat off his servant's back." "I'm quite aware," said the lady loftily, "that Mr. O'Hara's estates in Ireland are sfightly embarrassed." "I don't know what they call it, ma'am," cried Lydia shrilly. "It's not a ba'porth of rent the old lord's seen these twelve months. Last year they lived on the pictures, and now It's the plate, I'm told, but, indeed, ma'am, as Mr. Mahoney says, what does it matter to a gay gentleman like Mr. O'Hara? Sure, he's the sort, as ln says to me only yesterday, that would come to fortune on Monday and be sending to the pawnshop on Saturday." "You may go to bed, Lydia," cried Mistress Bellairs, rising hastily. "You have half deafened me with your chat ter." Left alone the little lady sat down by the fire in a melancholy mood. "The sort that would come to a for tune on Monday and be sending to the pawnshop on Saturday. I'm afraid it's true. Yet I believe he loves me, poor Denis! I vow," she said to herself. 'tis the ouly one of them all that I could endure. Yes, I could endure Denis, vastly well—for awhile at least. And now," said she. "what's to be done? Oh, I'd bo loath to balk him of the pleasure of running away with me! 'Tis the only decent way Indeed of breaking with my Lord Verney. And it certainly struck me that Master Stafford was mighty cool upon the matter. I've been too quiet of late, and that odious Bab Flyte thinks she can have everything her own way but I'll be rescued," she said, "at Devizes— I shall have to be rescued at Devizes. My poor dear he may be happy at least for an hour or two—as far as Devizes!" Her brow cleared the dimples began to play. "We shall see," she smiled more broadly, "if we cannot prod his caif ship into a night trot. 'Twill do his education a vastness of service but the poor creature." she reflected fur ther, "Is scarce to be depended on. Who knows whether his mother would ap prove of his breathing the night air? I must," Mistress Kitty's pretty fore head became once more corrugated Under the stress of profound thought— "I must," she murmured, "have anoth er string to my bow, or my sweet O'Hara will marry me after all. Dear fellow, how happy we should be from Monday—till Saturday! Who? Who shall It be? My Lord Marquis might pretty fellow's beauty. Squire Ju niper? He would sure be drunk. And Master Stafford? No!" Suddenly the lady's perplexed counte nance became Illumined. "Sir Jasper?" she said. "Sir Jasper—the very man! The good Julia—I owe it to her to bring matters to an eclnircissement. And, Sir Jasper—oh, he richly deserves a midnight Jolt, for 'tis owing to his monstrous jealousy that I am put to all this trouble. 'Twill be a fine tiling Indeed," thought Mistress Bellairs. CHAPTER XVII. you please, my lady," said Mistress Megrim, "I should like to quit your ladyship's service." "How?" cried Lady Standish, waking with a start out of the heavy sleep of trouble and propping herself upon her elbow to gaze in blinking astonishment at the irate pink countenance of her woman. Lady Standish looked very fair and young, poor little wife, with her half powdered curls of hair escap ing in disorder from the laces of her nightcap, and her soft blue eyes as full of uncomprehending grief as a fright ened baby's. Mistress Megrim gazed upon her! coldly and her old maid's heart harden ed within her. "No, your ladyship," said she, with a tlrtuous sniff, "I shouldn't feel as I was doing my duty to her ladyship, your mother, nor to my humble self, were I to remain an hour, longer than I could help, the handmaid of sin." Sow my head aches!" "Very well, HeW„. IS. melt your heart-I allude to that man1 "Oh, dear," said Lady Standish. let ttoig herself fall back on her pillows S3t o^wVarrES with ii weary moan, "I do wish you'd J®1®1"® midnight, ana there shall bo a hold yonr tongue, woman, and allow T?nty HJfle m« to rest! PnU the curtain ««Kn nj, I ihiI7.whlIe.the "*«*£,*** chfijwed.^AJi. my lady, me and Mistress Tremlet saW JSS* •Mtgclm, holft Mn to nowvntir •full the cafota* BdK hltaV •sL\W g^Ls: sisagsi as ABERDEEN DEMOCRAT, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1906 "I wouldn't believe it, my lady," she hissed in a ghastly whisper, "although Indeed I might have known that such a gentleman as Sir Jasper would never have taken on like that if he hadn't had grounds. But you've mistaken your woman when you think you can make an Improper go-between of me! Oh," cried she, with a rigid shudder, "I feel myself defiled as with pitch, that these fingers should actually have touched sich a letter!" "For goodness sake," moaned the lady from her pillows, "what are you talking about now?" "My lady," said Megrim sepulchrally, "when that minx with her face muffled up in a hood came and had the brazen boldness to ask for mo this morning, saying she had some luce of your lady ship's from the mender's, and that it was most particular and must be given Into my hands alone, my mind mis gave me. "Twas like an angel's warn ing, the more so as there isn't a scrap of your ladyship's lace as has been to the mender's since we came here." "Mercy, Megrim, how you do ramble on! I can't make bead or tail of your stupid story." Even a dove will peck. "Ho, do I, my lady! Can't you, in deed? Perhaps your ladyship will un derstand beitter when I tell her that the same bold thing had no lace at all, but a letter. 'Give it to your mistress,' says she, 'in secret, and for your life don't let Sir Jasper see it.'" "Well, give it to me," said Lady Standish, "and hold your tongue, and go and pack your trunks as soon as you like." "Ho, my lady," cried the incorrupt ible Megrim, with an acid laugh, "I hope I know my Christian duty better. I brought the letter to my master, ac cording to the voice of conscience. And now," she concluded, with a shrill tit ter, "I'll go and pack my trunks." Yet she paused, expecting to enjoy Lady Standish's outburst of terror and distress. There was no sign from the "Till then, patience!" bed, however, not even a little gasp. And so Mistress Megrim was fain to even that parting solace. Meanwhile, with the pillow of her spotless conscience to rest upon, and deadened to fresh disturbances by the despairing reflection that nothing for the present could make matters much worse between her and her husband. Lady Standish, without attempting to solve the fresh problem, determinedly closed her weary eyes upon the trou bles of the world and drifted into slum ber again. "I shall catch them'red handed," said Sir Jasper. This time all doubt was over. In his hand lay the proof, crisp and flutter ing. He read it again and again, with a kind of ghastly joy. Unaddressed, I nnsealed, save by a foolish green wafer with a cupid on It, the docu ment which Mistress Megrim's rigid cense of duty had delivered to him In stead of to his guilty wife, was indited In the selfsame dashing hand as marked the crumpled rag that even now burned him through his breast pocket like a fly blister. I never get a wink of sleep, dreaming of you, dearest dear, so soon to be my own at last! The chay shall be drawn by horses such as Phoebus himself, my dar ling, would have envied. And, so you fall me not, we shall soon.be dashing through the night—a world of nothing but happi ness and love before us. I could find it In my heart to bless the poor foolish indi vidual, who shall be nameless, since, had It not been for my lovely one's weariness Of him, she might never have turned to the arms of her own devoted rwtnmrwrar a|niy»i £#t Wr lwlses: agM^tten that BED CURL, f*. 8.—I ll have as good a team as there is in England (barring the one that shall Ming us there) waiting for us at the of 8UPP«r for tgiiia'- WmM nr Mmm your beauty- Indescribable we& the' Various $x- SS JZSL 8 of God. his lordship the bishop (oh,! blown down the What a holy gentleman that to!)- and! te®lhV,now W" fln«MaUtoepoM s$ar 1 j»ow barter to wtth a oort Kfe- "Well, madam." said Lydia, still panting from her hurried quest, "'tis safe delivered. 1 gave it into Mistress Megrim's own hands ami"— "And can you reckon," said the lady, smiling at the amusing thought, "upon her bringing it stroicrht to Sir Jasper?" "Ah, Lud. ma'am, yes! I told the sour, ugly old cat that if her master caught sight of it Lady Standish would be ruined. You should have seen how she grabbed at it, ma'am!" "Lydia," said her mistress, looking at her admiringly. "I question whether I'd "Lave risked it myself, l'ou're a bold girl, but, there, you know that rose colored pelisse remains hanging In my closet." "Never fear, ma'am," said Lydia, smiling quietly to herself as she pulled her mistress' long pink silk stocking over her hand and turned it knowingly from side to side looking for invisible damage, "the pelisse is as good as mine already." "But, think you. was Sir Jasper at home?" said Mistress Bellairs after a few moments' reflection. "I made sure of that," said Lydia triumphantly, peeling off the stocking. "I thought it best to go in by the mews, ma'am, and I heard that Sir Jasper had not left the house since that little—that little affair with the bishop, you know, ma'am. But all the night and all the morning he kept Wil liam and Joseph (those are the grooms, ma'am) yolng backward and forward with challenges to the bishop's lodg ings." "Oh," cried Kitty, and kicked her lit tle toes under the silk counterpane with exquisite enjoyment, "and what does the bishop answer, I wonder?" "Sends back the letter every time unopened, ma'am, with a fresh text written on the back of it. The texts it is, William says, that drive Sir Jas per mad." "Oil. oh, oil!" cried Mistress Kitty faintly, rolling about her pillows "Child, you'll be the death of me! Well, then, to business^ Xou know what you are to do tonight?" "No sooner are you gone to the as sembly rooms this evening, ma'am, than 1 take a letter from you for Lady Standish, and this time deliver it my self to her own hand, and. If needs be, persuade her to follow your advice, ma'am." "Eight, child thou shalt have the gold locket with the Turkey stones"— "Thank you, ma'am. Well, then, I'm to scurry as fast as I can to the corner of Bond street and Quiet street and watch you being carried off by the gentleman. And then"— "Be sure you wait till the chaise has well started." "Yes, ma'am, of course! When you're safely on the London road I'll go and give the alarm at the assembly rooms." "Remember, you ask first for Lord Verney." "Oh, aye, ma'am. 'My mistress is carried off, is carried off! Help, help, my lord!' I'll say. Oh, ma'am, I'll screech it well out, trust me." "Don't forget," said her mistress, whose mood became every moment merrier, "don't forget to say that you heard the abductor mention London, ithought of saying that he first flung won swooning upon the cushions of [the chay, then, stepping In himself, cried out to the coachman with a hor rible oath, 'If you're not In Devizes before 12 I'll flay you with your own whip and then hang you with it to the shaft!'" "Aha, ha, Lydia," laughed her mis tress. 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