Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1859-11-11
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20 ne mas dctudlly ldtu wager tidt
he will marry me before we start for
Saratoga. One, two, nearly three
months, said Mrs. Dayton, leaning back
on the sofa, and laughing merrily. "Ah,
me he has mistaken me; have had
enough of matrimouy, and my present
life of freedom suits me 3"
." | admire the mans impudencc, " said
her companion, Mrs. GRAVITY Harting-
ton. HE has never even seen you yet,
has he 2"
NO. Tell me exactly how it hap
pened."
Certainly GRAVITY invited his cou-
sin, Harry Vaughan, Mr. George Coates
and this irresistible Horace Cooke to dine
with him yesterday. After presiding at
dinner, I, of course, left the table after
dessert; about an hour later was pass
ing through the hall, when heard Mr..
Cooke say;
:" So this charming widow, Mrs. Day
ton, has vowed never to marry again. |
want a wife, and from your description |
think she would suit me. What will you
bet | will make her break her vow p
/" A thousand dollars" said Harry.
"Donop said Mr. Cooke 4" When
our party start for Saratoga in May, the
charming widow will join the party as
Mrs Horace Cooke"
Z" | went up stairs, but determined to
put you on your guard, for tonight at
our house, you will meet him"
+" Never fear for me. III have him al
my feet in a week, and again the silvery
laugh rang through the parlor.
Mrs. Harrington and Horace Cooke
were standing. few hours later, in the
formers brilliantly lighted parlors, There
were beautiful women and handsome mer
all around them, but the star of the even.
ing was not there. 1t was fancy party
aud Mrs Harrington, lovely little
blonde, in piquant flower girls dress
made quite charming contrast to thu
tall brigand beside her, whose fine fgur,
and dark, handsome face suited we'll hi
dress.
"May l tell your fortune 2" said {
sweet little low voice beside the couple
and they turned. One quick glanc,
passed between the speaker and Mrs
Harrington, and then the hostess passeC
on to receive other guests.
Stay, lady, let me tell your fortune,
said the gipsey.
No, tell my friends. Mr. Cooke,
beg your pardon, Conrad, you will listen
and She moved away. Mr.. Cookies eye
were riveted on his companion, and ht
mechanically offered his hand for her pc
rusal..
She was startling, beautiful figure
Her scarlet skirt, short and full, wal
embroidered in gold, with strange fig
ures, aad the tiny foot it left exposed
was cased in scarlet boots embroidered il
the same way. The body of the dres
was of white muslin. made very full, blu
cut so as to leave the neck and arm
bare. A brilliont scarf was bound from
3 the right shoulder, to make full bow a
the left side. A turban of white was OF
the hair which fell beneath il in ricI
black masses almost to the wcarer's feet
A graceful figure, medium height, larg,
black eyes, witk long, sweeping lashes
perfect features. a rich, clear complexion
with high color, completed the picture
" Your fortune" she said, as sh,
dreamily scanned the palm Of bis hand
''to WOO where you can"
Two walters whirled in between thl
couple, and when Mr.. Cooke looked agail
. the gipsey was gone. It was a Ion,
time before he saw her again; but atlas
he found her She was standing alon
near table, lazily turning the leaves ,
an annual 1t was in a little sitting
room Leading from the parlor, and sh
: was its sole occupant.
"Will you not finish telling my for
tune p said he, coming in. She started
ooh !" she said, 4" dare not. NJ
spell was so violently broken I am afrai
to renew it,"
"Afraid read your face wrongfully
Z I should have said the spirit shiniD
thro' your eyes scorned fear"
$50, while ] studied your hand, 20
specialized about my facep
Gould any one let such q face pas
him aud not try TO read it."
F! Allow, mocking courtesy was the ar
{ swer TO the compliment. They stood a
! hour in the little room, and when Horac
at length offered bis arm to escort th
charming gipsoy 10 the parlor, he wishe