Ethelyn's Mistake - Page 115/218

Ethelyn had not approved of Harry Clifford's choice, and with others had

denounced his taste as bad; but she enjoyed the masquerades generally,

and for this last and most elaborate of all she had made great

preparations. Richard had not opposed her joining it, but he did wince a

little when he found she was to personate Mary, Queen of Scots, wishing

that she would not always select persons of questionable character, like

Hortense and Scotland's ill-fated queen. But Ethie had decided upon her

role without consulting him, and so he walked over piles of

ancient-looking finery and got his boots tangled in the golden wig which

Ethie had hunted up, and told her he should be glad when it was over,

and wished mentally that it might be Lent the year around, and was

persuaded into saying he would go to the party himself, not as a masker,

but in his own proper person as Richard Markham, the grave and dignified

Judge whom the people respected so highly. Ethie was glad he was going.

She would always rather have him with her, if possible; and the genuine

satisfaction she evinced when he said he would accompany her did much

toward reconciling him to the affair about which so much was being said

in Camden. When, however, he came in to supper on Tuesday night

complaining of a severe headache, and saying he wished he could remain

quietly at home, inasmuch as he was to start early the next morning for

St. Louis, where he had business to transact, Ethelyn said to him: "If

you are sick, of course I will not compel you to go. Mr. and Mrs. Miller

will look after me."

She meant this kindly, for she saw that he was looking pale and

haggard, and Richard took it so then; but afterward her words became so

many scorpions stinging him into fury. It would seem as if every box,

and drawer, and bag, had been overturned, and the contents brought to

light, for ribbons, and flowers, and laces were scattered about in wild

confusion, while on the carpet, near the drawer where Ethie's little

mother-of-pearl box was kept, lay a tiny note, which had inadvertently

been dropped from its hiding-place when Ethie opened the box in quest of

something which was wanted for Queen Mary's outfit. Richard saw the note

just as he saw the other litter, but paid no attention to it then, and

after supper was over went out as usual for his evening paper.

Gathered about the door of the office was a group of young men, all his

acquaintances, and all talking together upon some theme which seemed to

excite them greatly.