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OUR SHORT STORY. I

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OUR SHORT STORY. I HILDA'S ROGUERY. i. I By JOHN RANKINE. I "It looks lovely." "It fits perfectly." Hilda Martin and Kitty Whyte were dis. cussin, the foriiier',s new frock, a pretty white silk crepe which had just arrived from the dressmaker. Kitty Wt.vte was the maid in the Martins household. Hilda was the only daughter They were identical in age and in figure. Though they were maid and mistress the re- lation between them was friendly rather than commercial. Kitty never presumed. Hilda never patronised. As the only child of wealthy parents, Hilda Martin had a large and frequently renewed stock of dresses. Hilda was enjoying the first "try-on"; K;ty was gallery, prepared to criticisc or applaud as her judgment dictated. Before the mirror Hilda turned herself round for the twentieth time. She had reason to be proud of what slW saw there. She wheeled round suddenly and saw Kittys admiring look. A generous impulse seized her. "Would you like to have it on, Kitty? » Kittv's eyes glowed. "It Should fit you almost as well as my- raelf and you wi!1 know what it feels like to h3.ve fine feathers. You will set them off better than I can." The girls undressed simultaneously. Kitty proceeded to put on her young mistress's dress. It was a wild, wet night without. An unpleasant consciousness of cold and a sudden curiosity to see how she would look prompted Hilda Martin to put on the dres-4 and cap her maid had just put off. They made merry over the transformation. Hilda was charmed with herself in servant's garb. "I have often admired you in this dress, Kitty, tut I never suspected it would set off my own charms so well. I am sure 1 look more attractive in this dress than in that. Hilda meant it. Kitty scarce heard it, so intent was she in preening her fine feathers. Certainly she wore her borrowed plumes grac I y, A vigorous ring at the bell startled both snrls from their complacency. They had not thought of interruption; no Visitor was expected. Hilda's parents were in-town for the evening Hilda herself was due at The Towers, where the Staggarts were giving a party. She had delayed in order to give the rain a chance to stop. Though visitors were at the moment as nnwdcome as unexpected, the bell had not ceased ringing before Hilda had decided her line of action. She opened the front door in brisk style. On the mat stood a young man soaked in rain, but wreathed in smiles. ?J?' this The Towers, Mr. Staggart'a house 1" "No. It is Woodlands, Mr. Martins Jiouse." "Bbther. I'm bogged. I was due at ihe Towers half an hour ago. This downpour of rain has upset my bearings. When I saw your light I thought it would be The I Towers. Since it isn't, can you direct mo to it?" "Miss Martin is going to the party at The Towers. Would you care to come in and mop yourself up a bit?" "Thank you. If you wouldn t mind, I would be glad." With never a flicker of an eyelid, Hilda Martin led the good-looking young fellow into the drawing-room, where Kitty Whyte Bcrrvously stood. Kitty saw but did not share the merriment in her young mis- tress's eye- but she realised she would have to keep up the hoax or incur displeasure. Hilda's glances plainly directed her on no account to give the show away. Kitty felt like a young doe making its first daring leap. The knowledge that the silk crepe became her so well infused her with courage. She rose to the occasion by rising to her feet and greeting the stranger with outstretched hand of welcome. "My name is Jim Farilliaiii." he began. "So glad to meet you, Mr. Farnham. Miss Staggart has frequently spoken of you when calling here. I am sorry the weather has broken -down. Would you care to wait a little and have your coat dried before going on? We frequently have such down. pours, tut they soon pas." Jim Farnham expressed himself willing to stop until the rain did. In the light of the room he was open to full scrutiny. A tine, strong face, eyes smiling and honest as the day, with his tall, muscular figure he would make either a handsome man in a drawing- room or a handy man in a scrap. For some moments it seemed as if Mr. James Farnham was going to be more damp -than his clothes. He did nothing but stare at the pretty girl in the silk crepe. The fiirl in the servant's dress marched briskly <mt and in. But Farnham never noticed her twinkling eyes and twitching lips. He was too intent on the young lady of the house. He did not know she was paler than usual. He was content with her beauty as he saw it. But as with each minute the ,colour remounted the soft cheeks his admira- tion increased. It Y,-as only for a moment -he was dumb. Kitty and he found tongue together. She plunged into conversation t feverishly and not quite coherently. But she could have made any irrational remark HltW, Jwir- Fartiham* would never have noticed it. He was too intent on the music of her voice to catch the purport of her I words. He surrendered himseli to pure enjoy- ment. He chaffed merrily. He proved ex- pert in verbal thrust and parry. His com- panion was not only pretty of feature but nimble of wit. Her conversation was a challenge and a tonic. Kitty was excited, but, realising she was fairly into it, she was doing her best. Lis- tening outside. Hilda Martin recognised it was a very good best. An hour passed be- fore Farnham offered to go. The rain still poured. "I must get on to The Towers," he said. "Are you going?" "Not now. It is too late, too wet." "Frankly, I am not keen on it myself. .But the Staggarts will expect me, so I must." Voicing his appreciation of the courtesy he had received, Jim Farnham went. He might have heard the merry laughter in the Martin drawing-room before be went as far as the gate. He would have laughed him- t self could he have seen the performance. Hilda was dancing a pas soul with energy and grace. Kitty was divesting herself of the silk crepe and demanding the return of her own dress. "I never practised so much deceit in my fife before, and it ought not to have been practised on such an honest, kindly man as that. You had no right to lead me into it. If it hadn't been for the embarrassment it ] would have caused Mr. Farnham I would not have carried on." "You are mifet ungrateful, Kitty. You have spent an enjoyable hour with a hand. some and o b v adniiring youn,, man. some and obviously admiring young man." "I don't envy you when next you meet him. "I don't suppose I ever shall. He is likely to marry Sarah Staggart and take her north. Certainly Sarah expects he will. She as good as told me so. And, as you know, Dr. Tom Answorth is within the next six weeks going to marry me and take me away south. So I am never likely to meet Jim Farnham again." Meantime, by the help of the directions received at Woodlands, Jim Farnham reached The Towers. He apologised for his delay and. explained it. "1 put into Woodlands, thinking it was your place. Miss Martin invited me in to dry myself and to give the storm a chance to pass. I spent a very pleasant hour." Ij Old Dick Staggart was too obtuse to see significance in the remark. His daughter was more interested, therefore more alert. While the Staggart family were on holi- day the year before they had met Jim Farn- ham. He had shown them kindnesses which Miss Staggart had invested with a signifi- cance quite unwarrantable. She had never bad much prospect of a matrimonial catch. Jim Farnham would be a particularly good ,on. For months she had been engineering this Aisit. She had been --hr,ping for great things from it. It was late when Jim Farnham was I allowed to leave The Towers The evening had been Jess successful than Sarah had an- ticipated. Mr. Farnham had shown an irritating desire to refer to Miss Martin and to glean informatic'n concerning her. Sarah put the extinguisher on his curiosity. "Yes," she said, "I daresay she is a very nice girl. I don't know her much. Sha is engaged to Dr. Tom Answorth, and I hear they are to be married soon." That last remark had the desired effect. It stopped Jim Farnham's references to Miss Martin; but it did not help Sarah Staggart. Farnham's interest in Miss Martin seemed suddenly to cease. But for the remainder of the evening there was no other subject in which Sarah could get him interested. < < Hilda Martin went out in the dusk of the following evening to post a letter to her sweetheart, Tom Answorth. She was still thinking of Tom Answorth when she collided with Jim Farnham. "Is Miss Martin at homer" he asked. "Not. at the moment, but she will be all the evening. Shall I tell- "Oh, no, not at all. Some other time, perhaps, if I happen to be passing, I may call, you know, but I wasn't really think- ing-" "Mr. and Mra. Martin have a town en- gagement to-night, but Miss Martin will not be out." "Er—thank you—er He slipped half a sovereign into the maid's hand. "You needn't mention to Miss Martin that you saw me; I may not have time to call. They parted. Hilda's promise not to tell Miss Martin did not forbid her telling Kitty Whyte. She did so immediately. "You must put on the silk cvepe again to- night, Kitty. Jim Farnham is coming to see you. We must play the comedy for another evening." "I shan't. You put me into the mess; you can get yourself out of it. I shall not again meet. Mr. Farnham under false pre- tences." "Don't be foolih, Kitty. Have pity on the poor fellow. He explained that he just happened to be in our locality again, you know. Was never dreaming of calling. But as surely as he said he wouldn't, he will call to-night; I speak from experience. My Tom behaved in exactly the same way m the early stages of our courting Jim Farnham will come fumbling to our door to-night, and will come in just for a minute, you know- to say good-bye before going home again to- morrow. He is going back to another long spell of country life. He must find it dull sometimes. He obviously enjoyed the hour he spent here last night with you. You I ought to provide thepcor fellow with another. "You can provide it yourself." "I would, but it isn't lawful, What would Tom Answorth say if he knew I was enter- taining a handsome young man?" "I don't know .what Tom Answorth would say, but I can tell you what I am going to do. I aha 11 not put on the silk crepe, but I Basil explain the matter to Mr. Farnham the moment he comes to the door, as ycu .sC1 M 8U he wiu, Kitty's indignation was sincere. She- had helped her youtt4 mistress in many a prank, but never in ofle quite so 6erioiis as this. She was resolute ltl her determination to draw out. An easy way of escape occurred to her. Immediately Mr. and Mrs. Martin went out she would be free as to her own move- ments. Without a word to Miss Hilda she would slip out by the baek and not return until late. Neither girl again mentioned the matter. Each silently matured her plans. Hilda saw her parents off at the front door. Next moment her voice was echoing through the house, calling Kitty to prepare for the re- ception of Jim Farnham. She called loudly but vainly. As Mr. and Mrs. Martin had passed out at the front door, Kitty had passed out at the back door. Hilda instantly recognised what had happened, and acknowledged herself beaten in strategy. Kitty smilingly thought the same as she hurried down the lane. Her smile was pre- mature. In the road behind Woodlands a man loitered. It was Jim tamhain trying to screw up his courage, trying to concoct a plausible excuse for paying a second cull ou Miss Martin. Into him Miss Martin sud- denly bumped. It is always easy to pick cut a mau hovering around with amorous intent. His appearance proclaims his purpose. He heightens the suspicions by his efforts to conceal the signs. The signs were rich upon Jim Farnham. He was eager to see more of Miss Martin, but fearful of seeming too pre- cipitate. The young lady's unexpected ap- pearance utterly confused him. But the signs of her guilt were as glaring as his own. Despite the confusion each in- stantly guessed the other's purpose. Jim Farnhanf felt foolish, but it was only the foolishness of the young man in iove. Nature had not made him a fool. Far from it. He sized up the position instantly. De- spite the ten-shilling bribe, the maid had broken faith. She had warned her young mistress that that bore Farnham waa hanging around and would be sure to call. This was the young mistress escaping. He boldly expresed his thought. "Mios Martin, I can read the situation exactly. Your maid told you I was in the neighbourhood. Dreading another night's torture you are seeking to escape. Will you I be frank and admit these things are so?" "Yes, I shall be frank. Last night was I indeed a night of torture. But you were not the torturer. The truth is She tol him the truth k?ping nothing back. She wound up with. a blushing ex- pression of regret. Farnham kept a keen eye on the blushes, but brushed aside the apologies. "You—aren't Miss Martin." he gasped. "No. I am simply Kitty Whyte." "And there is no Tom Answorth?" "Dr. Answorth is Miss Martin's fiancé." "Forgive me asking, but—who is youts. "I have none." A glad light filled Jim Farnham's eyes, a smile played round his lips. "You were going for a walk," he said, "don't let me deprive you of it. But may I share it?" It was before Mr. and Mrs. Martin re turned, but it was late none the less when Kitty returned, Jim Farnham with her. They invaded the drawing-room together. Hilda's mind was active enough. She needed no help to interpret what it meant. "I am sorry I ran off, Hilda. I hope you will forgive me when I explain what has happened." "It ia unnecessary, my dear. Put your hat on straight and tidy your hair. How clumsy men can be when kissingBut, tell me, have you fixed a date?" "This day two months. "Bless you, my children."

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