The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1867-02-14
eleet S tory
WRONG RIGHTED.
by CLIO STANLEY.

He was man such as you rarely meet,
and, at the same time, man whom few
could understand. Some say he could
only be read by woman, yet think
most woman would have failed here.
He was slight, and rather below the
average height of men, yet with look
about him that indicated great nervous
vitality. His hair was a light brown,
curling away from broad, white fore
head, under which his deep.set eyes
grew bright or dark with every passing
emotion.
just now he stood iu a ha'f shadow
made by lighted curtain in the parlor
of the Belieview House, watching the
dancers as they swept by to the mad mu-
sic of the waltz, Presently his eyes
flashed as if with new inspiration, and
he almost clenched his hand on the win
dow>soat behind him, and in a moment
more Annabel Lyle swept by. 1t was
this woman whom Philip Stanley had
been watching for, but now that she
had once crossed his vision, he felt him.
self deprived CT all power to look after
her.
He had spoken to her but once, al.
though they had been three weeks un.
der the same roof but people said Miss
Lyle was an accomplished coquotte, and
Philip Stanley was not one to rush head
long into danger He would wait un-
til sure of himself
Tonight she was more radiant than
ever, and she knew it too. Few women
of her character can live an hour iu IA
throng, and remain unconscious of their
power. There was an ease in her every
motion that reminded one of bird on
wing, and while her figure was almost
perfect, her face was iasinating. That
was the only word for it. The slum.
bering fire in her dark blue eyes, the
scarlet beauty Of her parted lips with
always such charming curve upon
them; the little blue and crimson veins
that never fail to denote highly emo
tional nature, and the pink color boom-
ing in her cheeks We're rare intensity
all combined " marx ner lace the most
beautiful in the room Her hair hair OF
paid gold dritted in tiny. lustrous waves
over fairer cheeks and fairer shoulders,
unconfued save by broad band Of blue
velvet, just feCked with gold. 1t was
her will to swear it so, and, while the
women could find no fault with it except
that it was peculiar, The men fairly raw
ed about it. Neither of which moved
her.
And tonight Philip Stanley decided
to brave fate, and with a slow, careless
step, he moved down the room as the
dancers paused He was passing his old
friend Warburton, with eyes that took
in all Jeyon him, and the next moment
he found himself face o face with the
only woman who had ever possessed the
power to move him out of his self con
troll. She was saying, Il env.ed you
the power to remain quiet by that far,
cool window, Mr.. Stanley, while we were
all doing penance for our overcoming
love of the merry tune and STEP" Sc
she had seen him, and did not scruple
to acknowledge it. st was pleasant
he returned. while a quick thrill of rec
ognitiol ran over his nerves won't you
come for breath of this delicious night
air ?"
She took his offered arm. and drawing
her shawl closer about her, its feecy
folds wrapping her beauty like a sunset
cloud, walked with him through the
crowd that parted and closed again after
their retreating forms, out the open win.
dow, on, down to the very shore of the
sea, lying before them in its unquiet
splendor. If they heard any of the re.
marks which followed them, they neith
Ell of them showed any consciousness OF
having done so. They walked quietly
along, apparently listening only to the
sad music of the waves as they fell and
broke at their feet.
"You are quiet" he said at length. 81
wonder if the time and place exercise a
spell over your mind so?"
lis that your own case 2" she return.
ed gently.
YES, there is feeling of actual re,
pose steals over me as often as | wander
here. l feel somehow alone in the
world ; alone, yet not lonely"
Do l hinder the spell?' she asked
now, half laughing, yet at the same time
strangely moved.
He drew little nearer to her, as he
spoke almost below his breath. lone
could scarcely be lonely where Annabe
Lyle brought her magical power and
sweetness of her presence.
She moved back step with little
startled air Of astonishment, but as she
lifted her eyes she became almost pow,
erless under his burning gaze. Was he
made to trife with her thus? She
wonld give him no chance of triumph,
though.