The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-12-22

LHcy gnu tuc plCCuFe-1TameS anew, make
Of the mirrors sheets of FURNISHED silver,
paint upon carpet and hangings the most
gorgeous arabesques, and transform the
whole house, warming and redening it
into new life.
The quaint Dutch clock, in its high
carved case-the shy old clock with its
hands held ever before its face-strikes
the half hour from its corner in the hall.
The hush that precedes the descent to
dinner in a house filled with guests has
fallen over everything Even the lights
culver and tremble breathlessiy, and the
coats IN the CRATE have ceased to crackle
and snap as they did an hour before.
The latest arrival is the first to descend
1t is Dare-Orland Dare-painter, poet,
man OF the Gorld-the cynosnre of the
brightest eyes, the cause of many a heart
break-p possibly heart ache, since they go
together-and, best OF all, Judge CARTS
brookes friend. To say the last is to
bestow rare praise; since one must have
had gifts and graces and something
nobler still to have won the place.
Handsome he is, sans doute, as he PAGES
the hall slowly, watching the wide
stairs to their curve with dusky eyes,
and an impatient word escaping now and
again from between the gates shut close
under the sweeping, dark moustache.
The eyes would guard their secrets well,
and the lips too for lips have secrets of
their own. Not once does he glance into
the mirror beside him. Do YOU think,
then, that he is without vanity! As
surance is the height of vanity. We scan
our faces eagerly in doubt. Dare knew.
The old clock rang out the third
quarter, and Mirabel foated down the
stairs ;-Mirabel in sea green, even to the
tips Of the dainty slippers that dipped
III and out the waves of her gown like
| lily leaves upon shimmering stream.
Yellow as the heart of the water lily,
hair that fell all adowu her back-a
golden cleaning mass. The foam.Iike
lace about her throat was caught together
with chrysoprase. Slowly she floated
down, Milabel, wonderful, humming
little song, with downcast, smiling eyes,
that saw nothing of the man waiting
below, over whose face content had
allen at last. For an instant the visor
had been raised from his eyes, and love
looked out. There he was, cool and dark.
and watchful as before
"You?" she exclaimed, in glad
questioning. No mask before her face.
1t was mirror turned towards her
heart She flew down with outstretched
hands. So soon !" she said He gather
ed the hands--a white harvest all his
own.
" So soon!" he repeated. "And does
IT T fhOurh1 Iowo
were long
ooh, not 50 but we did not dream of
seeing you till mignight;"
" | found an earlier train, excused my
self from dining with friend, limited at
sickness to account for my sudden exodus,
and here I am, you see. Comet" He
drew her under the blazing lights "Elf
Changeling Undine!" he murmured.
(" I've been waiting impatiently enough
while you combed out these yellow locks
Well, my mermaiden, how many poor
mortals have you caught in their snares
since we parted? Confess, now"
He held up her hand upon which
ring flashed out sudden liz ht in answer
to the dragons eyes Still wearing my
chains Is it possible ?-faithfulness in
a woman whole week! surrounded by
temptation, too! Why Bert Conway is
here T.
"a boy, just out Of pinafores.
And Col Weber"
: Who is old enough to be my grand
father, you know" Her laugh chimed
out like Christmas bells.
Mallie Rays little pink boots clattered
down the stairs. Sweeping after came
the stately form of her mother. The
whole train followed. Chaos ensued,
and the announcement of dinner.
A servant searched among the guests
I" Where is the Judges? Beg pardon. sir
but theresa woman in tho kitchen, who
says she will come in. She's walked. by
her story all the way from town. If
you'd just speak to her"
He followed the nan. returning in
moment. Some poor creature with
favor to ask" he explained. Il think
she has walked out from town. I'll at
tend to her presently" aud with
Madame Ray he passed on to the dining
room.
Dare in the doorway with his hostess
on his arm, found Mirabel at his side
A plague on them all I" he VIII sper
ed. " It's worse than the flies in Egypt
q crowd, and the only woman one cares
to mcet--like Paradise to the souls in
Purgatoly- just beyond reach"
Mrs. Carisbrooke turned her head.
:" I'm reminding Miss Mirabel of for
gotten promise" he added audaciously,
aloud the first waltz
"Ah: but really, now began Bert
Conway, who was taking her out, 6 [ was
intending myself
MY good fellow" interrupted Dare,
as they separated, "Do you remember
that certain place not 10 be mentioned
in this onnection-except bY way Of