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M “View and now!” cries Peg, her heart a-thumping for joy, but so pleasured and, alas, so puzzled with the getting out of a scrape which she has found so little difficulty in getting into that she is feign on, and make the best cut she can with her cloth. “Here and now " repeats her ladr “our- ‘fi “-5... flip, “for I do throw back into your WV 3 teeth the lie”â€"Peg bows low to her opponentâ€"“you gave me Whiles, and ufim that for these many years. u- ever you, sir, set eyes upon her, :wy Peggy Burgoyne’ 8 been mine, It and soul, sir.” unds, sf?!” interrupts Percy hot- 11, unable to contain his choler, “to so defame the noblest lady that ever was born !” “I repeat.” cries Peggy, glowing with Impressed delight at her lover’s fidel- Ity and eager for as much more as he may have to vent. “Lady Peggy’s eyes ions with her weapon, “Lady Peggy and I do so adore, love and worship one another that we are not two, but one!” “Here and now!" shouts Sir Percy. gallanls. At this Sir Percy tears off his coat, waistcoat, cravat, flings them into the corner, rolls up his sleeves, WhileAa “Peggy's heart beats in my breast,” continues her ladyship, ranting and washing up and down the room, up- setting a couple of candles in her path and now all unrecking of her woman- ish shoes. “Gentlemen,” panting, smil- ing, triumphant, saluting her compan- are glued fast of this face of mine. Peggy’s hands are my hands. Peggy’s lips are my lips. Peggy’s kisses have ever been my kisses." W Miss Gannon, Sec’y Detroit 3 Amaiear Art Association, tens young women what to do to avoid pain and suffering caused by femak: troubies. tered you in Kent, had turned her from me, she was to me kindest of Mes and of loves. Your servant, Sir Robin McTart,” concludes Percy, with a low bow, sticking the floor with his rapier point, “when and -Where you pm.” - r. Lady Peggy starts, but, waving her rapier over her head, laughs loud, long and derisjvely. “Lady Peggy Burgoyne, sir,” shaking the hilt of 'his weapOn under Peg’s nose, repeats Sir Percy. “And until you, air, with your damnable arts and silly bummrin ways, when she encoun- “And her name,” cries Sir Percy, with n glance of imperious, aggressive tem- per shot right into Peggy’s very faceâ€" ‘fier name’s not Lady Diana Weston, hot 'tis Lady Peggy Burgoyne!” New Chock’s whole head slips leash, ”ad she bends with bated breath and heaving breast to listen closer, Lady Peggy flushes under the coffee chins, her arm trembles. but she is valiantly happy and confident, and her heart goes beating the joyfullest sort of a tune beneath the broidered waist- coat she’d made for her twin. “A foul lie! My errand up In town, Sir Robin Mc’l‘art. is to try to drown my sorrows as I may, because the only lady that ever I loved set me the pace to the devil by a-refusing of my suit come Easter day, three months to an PAGE FOUR (Continued from last week); I Co'pytiflfit. [9.1. by murmur circulates amid the Iii nownunuuuu. comma! Lady Peggy sits, grating her teeth at the slit in her white flesh, with her back to the door, and betwixt the up- roar and clinking and shuffling she hears footsteps coming. up the stairs- Some intuition bids her'be the one to reapond to the rapping that presently sounds out. “Asking your pardon," murmurs her ladvship to her companions as she quits the table. When, as she opens. a new caught street urchin speaks sharp, with saucer eyes in peering at the quality: “Hear, hear, hear!” shout they all, drinking brimming mugs to the two who have lately fought and settling themselves at the tables with a rattle and a rush of laughter and merry hu~ mor. ‘ “An it please yer lordshlps, there’s a line gentleman below as his name is 811- Robin Mc’l‘art.” Peggy draws in, bangs the door tn the boy’s race, squares about and says: “By your leave, gentlemen, s most particular messenger awaits no be- low. Forntewmomenbnh 1m” “Now to the cards, gentlemen!” cries his grace of Escombe, pulling out his purse. “To such a gallant as our friend Sir Robin here my fingers itch to lose ten, twentyâ€"nay, as many pounds as his skill can rid me of, for such a pretty play of the steel as his must argue a lucky throw of the dice.” My Lady Peggy winces under her wound, but she has not been Kennas- ton’s playfellow for naught, and as ugly pricks as this one have been her portion in the past. Chockey never- theless from her nest pales and utters a smothered shriek which is quite lost in the loud talking that follows, while Chalmers winds the kerchief Sir Percy tenders about the wrist of the wound. “It suits me well,” answers Peg as her twin rattles the ivories. “Here’s for Lady Peggy!” cries she. “Here’s for Lady Peggy Burgoyne!” shouts he as Kennaston makes the third throw, and Chockey, like to swoon and she a stout heart, never-ail or afeard of even a churchyard on the darkest night, shaking like an aspen leaf, puts foot on the top rung of the ladder, and Peg and Percy thmst, “A touch, a hit!" cry all at once as n spurt of blood spurts up the supposed Sir Robin's blade, and Percy bows, de- claring himself quite satisfied, as he must, though ’tis a state of mind he’s very remote from enjoying. lunge, Withdraw, riposte, hither, yon, keen eyed, pitched to highest note, nerves strung to cracking just for a few seconds, shorter time’n it takes to set it down far. Says he, “It you like, let Lord Ken- naston shake the dice box, at the third throw, sir, I’m here, ready food for your steel to flesh in.” in their bottles, mid the murmur and succeeding hush of the gallants, some with cups, some with cards in their hands, Peggy and her lover salute and take their stands. . Says she, “What’s the word, my lord? “That will I not!” cries Peggy, taking the first position on the field of honor in all the bravery of her twin’s suit of gray velvets. “You’ll kill me, an you do’t at all, with my clothes on ready to my burial, and I swear you all, with my latest breath, Lady Peggy and I’ll lie in the same cotfin when it comes to that ceremony.” 'f‘hen, in the smoky flare frdm the dy- ing fire and the slovening candles stuck “Off with your coat and mules, air, and choose any two or these gentlemen to your seconds, sir. 1311 take who’s left!” Chalmers and Kennaston press for- ward to Lady Peggy, while his grace of Escombe and Mr. Wyatt cross to Sir Percy. “Lord Kennaston, I pray you pace oft the distance,” says Lady Peggy, now at the top of her bent and delirious with joy over Percy’s love of her, with no least intention of touching him, good fencer though she be, and willing enough-such a woman is sheâ€"to risk a prick at his hands for sake of. the utter salve of the mighty gratitude and passion the min; is now sure of. rjréfiâ€"wvfiil :31“; {réfipinga sir!” cries Percy. ,’ has no Equal. It acts promptly and dectually Burdock B100d Bitters ' your Indulgence tor my absence. rn I be with you in ten minutes.” “No, no, no!” cry they all save De ~Bohun, who is counting his cards, and Sir Wyatt, who exclajms: :â€"' Why don’t you regulate that variable appetite, and condition the digestive organs so that it will not be necessary to sterile the' stomach to airoid distress after eating. Why don’t you remove that weight at the pit of the Stomach? “ "1‘15 here he dwells, and, as I know well by reputation, you are a peaceful, law abiding man, I’d counsel you not to mount; such a company of cut- throats, cutpurse brawlers, air, as would not leave a tarthing in, your pocket or lace upon your shirt.” “Nay, nay, sir; I am not Kennett)! of Kennaston,” responds Peg, lookflig grave and making excellent show or her blood stained, linen bound wrist. : vSir Vfiobin, a_s Her ladyship had shrewdly guessed, drew back and shivered at this lively descrlpflog “Trust me, Sir Robin. Hist!" Peg’s voice sinks to a mere whisper. “I am Lady Peggy’s best friend and neighbor at home. ’Twould be her will, an she stood here, that you should not adven- ture your precious life in the unseemly crowd with which her brother hath seen fit to surround himself.” “Lud, sir! Who are you,” chatter: Sir Robin, trembling betwixt delight and terror, “that knows so well the temper of Lady Peggy Burgoyne? dis- position? What’s your name, sir ’ “Who‘s he?” demands Sir Robin. one foot now in his sedan, his little eyes twinkling both ways with 2 VS “Sir Percy do Bohu ” re 1e Peg in a hollow whisper. ‘ , k you, sir,” showing her bloody wribt: “there’s a taste or his quality. I warn yonâ€"’tis from Peggy’s own sentâ€"m back to CHAPTER V. ND much more of a like nature reaches Lady Peggy as she plunges down the stairs and presently finds herself by the light of the lamp of his chair n-con- fronting Sir Robin McTart 13313th a: “No matter for my name, sir. I have Lady Peggy’s best interests at heart. and yours. She bade me, did ever I encounter you in evfl neighborhood, tell you for her sake eschew it. Hark ye, Sir Robin, out. or this hole as fast as your men’s legs can carry you. Above yonder is one who’s sworn to kill you.” “Pledge her, pledge her! A bumper. a bumper!” cry they all in one voice, with much pleasant laughteri “Here’s toâ€"Sir Robin’s nameless fair! Zounds, but for so little yeared a per- sonage to have two strings to his bow m “Yes, an it be a messenger on busi- ness for a fair lady; no, an it be other wise. Gadzooks, Sir Robin, make a halt clean breast of it. Comes Mer- cury from Phyllis or from a mere man 'i” Peg answers: “I swear to you, airs, I go down on business of the gravest import to a lady,” and makes for the door. To the Weary Dyspcptic. We Ask this Question: Thoflrststepis to regulnfiethe ‘ um: Bonus. :5. For_this purpose] I’OI hire a room, change my clothes and ! slip down to you unseen it I can. Now. l of! with you quickly, for I ache to 101- ‘ low. Would to God I could don these garments and into my petticoats again!" '. added Lady Peggy ruetully. glancing g at her hastily tied up bundle and at the I same moment with the broad of her ; sword pushing Chock into the street ‘ with a will that sent her a-Ipinning on her way. Indiflerent, then, as though the outgo- lng damsel were no concern of hers, presentb. with a wager. yet 111 con. ceanng the anxiety she felt afresh as now who and female voices ”soiled “Chock.” said her mistress. “go you on before me to the King's Arms, where we alightec, engage the seats in the coach and, hark ye. child, an anght be- tlde I come not. get you home without me and tell his lordship I’m gone to Kent on a sick call from my godmoth- er. Lud. it’s lies all the way to be- ing a man! I'll not walk with you. less. 'Tis not seemly, and when I reach the inn I’ll pretend I know you not. With which my Lady Peggy flung wide the door. pushed out the abigail, drew her weapon, and, with a rush, the two of them tumbled down the stairs. taking on their way a giant of a man who struggled and struck out and dropped fruits and flowers and curses and yet gave in to the splendid tweaks and pinches which the lusty Chockey dealt him on his arms and legs and. falling headlong on the lower stairs. darted up the street crying “Watch!" at the top of his lungs. nor getting any answer, for “Watch" was snoring in the tavern and the sun now shining broad. “Hold, Chock!" cries she. clapping on the wig. “Bundle up my duds, tle 'em tight; so; give me‘ it; pick up the box. put on your cloak and bonnet and a bold face; follow and ape me. An you love me, Chock. an I thrust. thrust. too; an I knock ’em down. follow suit. I'd sooner die, Chock, than be caught now." Sick at heart, for a single instant she surveys the room, and then, finger on lip, it does not take her long to signal up to Chockey, motion her down with tho calfskin box, and to begin, with shamed race. in the darkest corner to strip 01! her man’s attire. Lady Peggy has laid aside the yellow wig; Chockey, weeping, praying that they may get away in safety, is spread- ing out the Levantine fit for her mis- tress to jump into it, when for the sec- and time within the twelve hours her ladyship’s heart stands still to the pat- ter and thump of footsteps climbing the last flight. ' “So easy taken then is my loss!” says Peggy, with a renewed fire of jealousy burning at her heart as she returns to the scene or her winnings. ’Twas not a beautiful night thus to behold in the pale pint of the dawn a dozen or so of merry gentlemen a-sprawling about on floor, tables, chairs â€"a-snoring and aâ€"tossing in their sleep, but ’twas the fashion of the times when, to be a fine gentleman, one must be drunk, at the least, once in the twenty-four hours. ' . All save Sir Percy. Almost at swords’ points he had quitted the company hours before, a little in his cups, but steady withal, murmuring to himself as he fumbled 911.90 rickety stairs. (5' u .- svâ€" with the vicar and the bishop when- ever the latter came on his visits. By dint of spilling her wine deftly under the table she had emptied as many mugs as the best bibber among ’em, and at 4 in the morning found herself the only one who was sober or even awake. Peg l ning over the rail, unaqen 1n the (111: e413, womanlike to Watch lest he trip and tall, heard him; “’Sdeath! An what that plnjay say be true, I’ll marry Lady laha out or hand, and show the minx I'm not to be cut out or a wife by such a flea- bitten rotten rod as Sir Robin Mc- L Co II no uvv naught that night. To the tune or £300 143. 6d. was the the richer, and rewarded for the many dreary oven- ings she had spent at Kennaston aowatching her father win and lose ,7..-_ hilarious sation. HALLS fié‘ii-‘fi'fiéi’fi Perhaps you like our gay hair; then keep It. Pet-hubs not; then rememberâ€" 111'; alt Renewer always restores color to my hair. Stop: falling hair2 also. if v-mrmrr' 1n W88 not her tather’n Km 90‘: “Aye. madam. that can 1. "Its as ; you say. but as you yourself, it report ‘ speak true. he the cause of his dis- . temper, methlnks you should know ‘ how to eflect the care. I see your 1 iadyship' s man returning. There is no I more danger. I take my leave of you. madam.” hand to heart, bundle stick- ' ing out under other arm. “it is to me one of the most fortunate chances of life to have had this encounter,” ‘ bending sweet eyes, which Diana re- ; turns with a will. “Fear nothing. The M at his name! A-ooekl g of him out Ilka that at cockcrow too Lud. an Pom. bowing. walks quickly on. her pretty teeth 3mm together. “May we meet exam! Never! Fruit: end lowers, ton-sooth! Pines eqddroaps. tor-oath! 'Blite. end how the min: rod- cutthroat: have long alnce made on by a rear alley. The shouter is doubt- lees ere this at his cover. Dld you need my further protoctlon 'twould be yours." . “From my heart. sir, I thank you." cries Indy Diana very sweetly. “May we meet again. and soon!" “You flatter, air. I t protest!" cried the lady in the chair. lashing like the reddest rose that 31‘6“ but who might say for whose sake. since Peg had named so many? “Oh. sir," Lady Diana's voice now lowered. “Your co finance is one to £89m mn“““fi..£§ll°§.39¢" â€"....~â€".... “Your ladyshlp’s name was on the llps above," nodding up at Kennaston’s windows. “I drank the toast with a will, I do assure you, and would double it now. Surely, it you'll allow me to say so, Sir Percy do Bohun’s a gentle- man of a rare good taste, likewise Lord Kennaston, Sir Wyatt Lovell, half 3 dozen more a-pledging your ladyship to the tune of nonpareil all the night long." “U I can um you further. command “Lady has. Weston. su- Robin. daughter to the Earl of Brookwood. at your service." Peg bows, hat in hand, bundle under arm. Swift as youth’s impulse ever is. says she, taking lightning-like measure or her chance and determined to probe matters to their core: call): “Sir nobm Mom: of fiobinswom. Kent, It your ladynhlp'o service.” Dian: bows, blushes. almost ogles. min: that the is, nouns well the fine eye! end beautiful mouth of the gel- lant at her side. never to the chain “And I assure you. madam, I put the valet who attacked himtohhpacewithaprlck. 111m am you rurthar, command me.” fore. and at such an nntowam nounâ€" veil displaced. eyes red. but still most undeniably handsomeâ€"nay. beautiful. “0h. air!" cried Lady Diana beseech- inzly, raising two implorlng hand: out- side the chair door toward Lady Peggy. “I pray of your honor," whimpered the ahlgail in concert. “I implore your protection. air, a you are a gentleman and man at hon. or. as your mien disposes me. I came here but now and sent my footman up to the room: of aâ€"a friend. who is ill. air, with a token of regand in the shape of fruit and flowers. when the man must have been set upon by thieves and beaten. for he”â€" , the net hirshly if I venture to inquire, since you were of their company, how fares poor Sir Percy de Bohun? The fruits and flowers I fetched were for him, since I am informed he pines. eats nothing. droops, mopes and no longer is to be enticed among the fair. Can you give me news of him-or of- Lord Kennaston?" adds Lady Diana wiiily and with another magnificent accession of color. Thus did Slyboots pursue inquiry on that lame horse which is named Subterfuge. ’1'- niy My Dom low she a con- gcioun tint it now behave. her to out. concisely 11pr my and station, â€"w v-.__ ind. loathinx'and hung the deception mono than she could express, she still adds (her imotlyo _ pot unmixed with :n-___-_ _1.- Mmummm :6“ macaw-study Diana «ton .by , «comm her woman. Both wept and humbled. whille‘sdu me: an m norm m yxranx. WARDER, JULY m YOu'll home With me, Mu, rn “low you what town life is. I'u 9‘“ 100 up at the best cluLe. introduce "u ‘0 "'9 Prince. present you at court. m wine. mount youâ€"gadzooks. Sir Robb. the man that invented that tie t Lady 0! the lace." tipping his finger a . “deserV99 9%. homemade cravat., '3 more than Brummel can do to! all. I brought not a letter, sir. you have my history.” “No King's Arms for Sir E “811' Robin McTart!" echoes the beau delightedly. “My old friend Sir 1190I tor's son and heir? I swear, boy. 3'0“ favor not your sire. Peace to his soul. 'twas an ugly gentleman, while FOIL ctrâ€"mantis! The ladies ’11 make bay for you. I promise you. Where do you stop? Are you up in town long? “'1‘“ letters do you bring?" me “ThehKving's Arms. 5“" 111 Strand." replies Peg glibly. “hue Benn rmwns. “I'm arrived but Se? â€"__.‘ ____ “SH: Robin McTart of Robinswo Kent, at your. service. Mr. Brumm 1 ‘10 protest, upon my oath, ’twas marvelous device to spill me to born my tie! "Iis yours, sir, and the fashi 0" it. an you’ll do me the honor to : cent a lesson." A“- - un.“ 12‘, “'Sute!" says Peggy to hem terrible heat. “An I must stop I must. God’s willâ€"or the Gm dad saysâ€"be done!" And to: she tucks up her knee, lays 11 word hilt, laugh: quite mcrrj myers: to .. Lady Peggy’s can falls inndvmcn 17 on the bundle across her knees. It begins to bulge and burst the paper and string; indeed. a tape at her potti- coat to oozing out even now as she pokes it back. hiding its telltale under the skirt or her coat. __ 1â€"4- “Never, sir, never!” returns Beau Brnmmel, with an impressive wave of his jeweled hand. "Zounds, sir. I had you “filled to get me the pattern and (“Mon of tying your cravnt from you. and lpllt me if I 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 at your throat. air. and 'Us Bcnu Brmmnol. “I. best dressed and worst imitated mu 1!! Europe, that has the honor of “mu you 90. Come, come, sir." con- tinue. this nonesuch, {nun-d alike at court and brawl {or his (ivory and droflery. “out with your name. sir. I bet. and render me your eternal]: mum." - -- - u_.-..0nn.. “M 7'. Brummel, at your service, sir,” continues be, feeling of Peg‘s palm, noting the wound at her wrist and the pallor of her face which shines even through the mace stains. “We’re en route to Peter’s Court. where my surâ€" geon shall attend you. ’Slife, sir, you’re not hurt. I'm sure! I told Worthing not to endanger a hair of your head, and it’s impossible he should have disobeyed me.” Peggy hears thin singular string of speeches. and, although stunned a bit and not a. little alarmed in her mind. she has country breeding at her back and such a robust Constitution as ral- lies on the spot. “Into my coach, sir. I 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 01! they whirl before she can open her mouth. .. .“I’d be_(;tllig_ed. Mr. Brummel, it 37.. .fl ’66:dâ€".§t me down at once, sir. I'm none the worse. and I’ve business of Import calling me far hence and with dispatch.” _‘ f‘Worthinz, run down the you" ten- tlenun at the crossing. Don’t hurt him, but run him down. an' I’ll give you 20 shillings)” He then sank back again. “hid the pillows. No sooner said than done. Just at the instant when Peggy re. called her position and was bewildered. 1y wondering where she had wandered to, clutching her bundle and all .g a muddle. click! grazed coach wheel. against her. shins. cock went her hat into the puddle; but, heaven be pm her wig clung. and she clung t6 her bundle. Out of coach the pink brocade gentleman, down from the rumble his. tooinan. pick up Lady Peg: , hat and all. rubbing the mud out of her silk stockings. clapping her hands; yet re- lented she not from the bundle, and all u-breath the loller cries: By tholeadothlseyel'twup to be soon he had not slept for t . eight hours Or so, but otherwise his I:- pect was as it newly out of a pertumu‘ handbox. Suddenly hil gaze “Mt Pony at the crossing. fixed Rise]! up” the lace cravat _at her throat: and then, with; spring u glen an that or any monkey thgowins himself out of tr. by his tail this nth-or of fashion mm" his head out at window. jerked m. fined to ground. pacedâ€"ow mu" W gotten the whole world 4:31:21? tor cry of her discovery of Lady De mu. passion for Sir Percy. law. There were few ubro d at that em, hourâ€"corn. market wfigons lelsu V the city, an occasional chart 6 . 0t ' gallant: getting home after the $1, . frolic. and just now at the cross of l streets a handsome coach thrown mo- le ‘ I back amid the cushions. mm W' By tholeadothlseyel'twup t9 be soon he had not slept for t eight hours or so, but otherwise m. a: pectwnl as it newly out of a u pandbox. 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