Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1869-03-03

4 Dut think that you have waltz quite OF
zen enough with that puppy Birmine
ham"
| 'Zealous, already, Gilbert ?" taunted tn
girl, flushed and rosy with the triumphs o
her beauty, and the irresistible instincts O
coquetry. She colored crimson.
| "Of course you will do as you please )
only L warn you, Blanche, it's choice be
tween me and Birmingham. You dane
with him at your own risk"
At that instant Walter Birmingham cam,
up, and respectfully asked "if he coul(
have the pleasure of a polka with Miss Pen
roy ?"
And Blanche, defiant and willful, and {
little piqued, answered,
"Yes,"
| And glided away with her plump HAND
| on Birmingharns shoulder. Gilbert had
| no business to be so unreasonable.
His grave, stern face rather startled her as
| she came back to the rustic seat of twisted
| bOughs, when the dance had been FINISHED
| and Birmingham had gone to bring her al
iced lemonade.
Colbert, why do you look SO cross ?"
Because I have reason. / am sorry
that you pay SO little attention to my wish
es, Miss Penroy,"
She drew herself uphaughtily.
you are beginning to dictate rather too
early, sir"
Have l not the right ?"
Nothing of the sort, Mr. Evering."
BE it 50, Blanche" he said, in a voice
that betrayed how deep the arrow ranked
in his bosom. Il give up the right now
and forever"
Blanche WAS startled She wonld have
said more, but Birmingham was advancing
toward her, and, when next she had leisure
to look around, Gilbert, was gone from
ler side
"What have done ?' she thought i'll
dismay. IN see him this evening, and
coax him into good humor, once more He
surely can't be vexed at me for an idle
word like that"
'Ah, little Blanche, it is not the we'll
considered sentence that does all the harm
in this world it is the lille word"
''Such a charming day as we have had,
Mrs. Traine, said Blanche, as she came
up the steps of the piazza, as smiling and
radiant as if the worm of remorse was not
gnawing at her heart.
THAT, of course" said the blooming
matron, who was reading in an easy chair
under the shadow of the vines But
what sent Mr. Evering away in such hur-
ry %
''Sent him away p
''Yes,-by the evening train. He came
home packed up his things, and drove
away as if there was not a moment to lose.
1 am very sorry, weshall miss him so much.
Blanche went slowly up stairs and sat |
down by her window, looking out at the |
purple glow of the evening landscape as if |
it were featureless blank. So he had gone |
away, and, by her own folly, she had lost |
the priceless treasure of Gilbert Evenings |
love-
Il cannot write to him, for 1 do not |
know his address," she said, with clasped
hands and fearful eyes. "WeI, it is my
own fault, and must abide by the conse-
luences as best l may.
Blanche Penroy Went from the gay sum-
place, a sadder and wiser wo-
man and the November mists dropping
over the brick and mortar wilderness of
her New York home, had never seemed half
80 dreary to her before as they seemed now
Il shall be an old maid" thought Blanche
Is she walked up and down the fre-ight !
of her quiet drawing-room, with
ler dimpled hands clasped behind her
waist
II never cared for any one as cared for
Gilbert and dare say 1 shall keep a cat,
and grow fond of green tea, and scandal,
and the sewing-circles. All, well-a-day ! |
his kind of life cannot last forever"
She rang the bell with very impatient
Jerk
care there any letters, Sanderson ?"
lone, ma'am, it came by the evening
post, only few moments since"
Blanche sat down by the fire, opened the
letter, and commenced to read
'Black edged, and black sealed So, poor |
Mrs. Marchmont is gone at last"
1t was from the executors of Miss Pen |
roy's distant cousin, formally and briefly
her death, which had taken
place in one of the West India islands some
months since, but the melancholy news of
which, so the letter ran, had been only just
received. 1t was not entirely unexpected,
as Mrs. Marchmont had for some years
been slowly falling out of the world, vic
tim of hereditary consumption.
Leaving one child, la son." slowly re-
peated Blanche, leaning. her cheek on her
hand, and looking down into the fiery quiv-
er of the white hot Goals, Poor little fell
low! he mustfeel nearly as desolate and
alone as I do only have one advantage.
'T have a sufficiency of this worlds
goods, and this orphaned child must be
thrown nenpiIess and alone on his own re-