The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-03-25

Harrington hall it had even found
It's way into the cloak-room, where the
Gaselier was full of 1t. 1t was Christ
mas eve, so of course the mistletoe had
right there; but [ don't think it ever
hung over anything more fierce looking
that night than the face of Col Yer
schoyle, a great, tall, soldier like,
brown bearded, brown faced hero from
Abyselnia.
Col Vivian Nerschoyle, G. B. and
Y. G., had done his country much good
service, and laurels had been amply
heaped upon him he was "honor-
ably mentioned and duly Landed, re-
ceiving his fill of adulation and adora-
ton from oil the country round. His
handsome face was as bronzed as it
well could be, but all the mischief the
African sun had done his complexion,
bad not spoiled the beauty of those
deep, dark eyes, or the perfect symme-
try of those noble features.
Yes, he was wonderfully fine fellow,
this Abyssinian here, and great lion
IN his way; ell the girls about Har-
bingdon had failed down before his
shrine and worshiped; but their ador-
alton was short lived it died away
with faint struggle when they heard
the gallant colonel was engaged to be
married It was all up with cur hero
then Abysslnla was 10 longer an IN
terested topic OF conversation and I
don't think the colonel was considered
go handsome as he had once been.
There was q grand entertainment at
Harrington hall on Christmas eve, and
Col Verschoyle and his fioncce were
at if.
The evening was more than half over,
and the colonel was III the cloak-room.
standing under the mistletoe, looking
With great, dark, angry eyes into the
glowing fire. Let me tell you this
brave warrior was much put out lust
then, and about as angry as he could
be; you could see he had Il hot tenn
per, and that something had occurred
70 render it hotter than ever The col
onel was a man who would not stand
being trifed with, and he considered
that he had been trlt1ed with III most
shameful manner, he was there TO
learn the cause and he was waiting for
Enid Vavasor to come and render an
explanation.
Meet me IN the cloak room in
quarter of an hour he had said to
her, IN low, determined, hard voice.
as she was whirled away IN valse by
tall, dashy young officer, whose name
the colonel did not know, and whose
uncommonly handsome face he had
not, seen until Just few minutes be-
fore, when he caught sight of it in the
conservatory, amid orange trees and
cameilas, IN very close proximity to the
lovely, laughing lips Of Enid Vava-
sor.
The storming of Magdala was nothing
to the fierce warfare in the heart Of
Vivian Verschoyle as he witnessed that
kiss. He walked away to the far end
OF the long drawing room at Harding
don hall, bewildered, maddened, furi-
ously angry, tiercely Jealous This
great, strong, noble hearted man had
given all his pure, true love to that
girl and she had made a fool of him.
Another moment and she was whlrled
past HIM IN the arms OF this stranger
valslng too thing she said she had
given up because she knew be disllked
1t. The colonel was beside himself,
and then it was that he went up to her
and told her to meet him in the cloak
room IN a quarter of an hour, and now
he vas there awaiting her presence
she was tcng IN coming. He pulled
fulously at his great tawnv beard in
his restless Impotence, aud vet he had
not made up ais mind what he was to
say 60 her, though he felt that girl
who could net as she had acted that
night was no tit wife for him He was
utterly disappointed in her for he be-
heYed her to be all that was pure and
womanly, having lively aversion to
the fast, free girl Of the period"
They had been engaged about
month, and her fathers estate Joined
Harrington, where Col. Verschoyle
was how staying on a visit to Lord
Marlborough. Enid Navasor was the
only girl III family of nine sons, most
OF whom We're in TIE army, and she
was the very idol of her doting par
ents.
Tia she was coming now-and Wv
ian Nersohoyle turned his naughty face
toward her rs she passed through the
door of the cloak-room.
lind Naysor, how shall | describe
you, with your strange, fanciful name
and your strangely sweet face 1t was
not IN beauty and excellence OF feature
she excelled, for beyond those rare blue
eyes she had not single good feature.
nnd yet-strange contradiction-it was
lovely face, and Col Verschovle
knew 1t to his cost as he turned to meet
u, with its winsome smile, its exquisite
coiorlng, and its halo of chestnut
brown hear. ripping and waving over
the broad low brow. Bright scarlet
hoAy berries shown out amid the brown
rpples with Just the faintest so,tpcon
ct mIstletoe. and another bunch Of the
Christmas berries appeared on the
breast of that snowy dress Of softest
lace. She looked almost as if she were
enveloped in white cloud rs she came
forward, and met the naughty gaze of
colonel bent upon her.
little mischievous smile parted her
coral hips. For moment she looked
about to laugh outright b II she con
trolied herself; and, looking up with
dancing hight IN her blue eve. she ask
ed, What Is the matter 2"
Now our Abyssinian hero did not
expect this effrontery, so he came to
the point at once with soldier-like
brevity.
End Savasor, YOU are a CoquCtte-
and won't stand it Will not be
tritied with y
OF course he II eant to say much .
more, and make a longer speech, only
the pretty face looked SO mocking that
he stopped short in abrupt contempt.