Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-08-01

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ing a l,opar the 4--M--House.
"Ah! YOU are v&y gay here, Mon
sieur," shs lightlyBaid.
Just then fantapped her on tho
shoulder. "Good morning, ma mie,'
spoke a slrightly Wice, that of vir
ginie Harright. 4 have an invi
tation foryou to tie german at the
C-Hotd. this afternoon"
"Thanks' said Miss Ponsonby
"From wlbm doesit coine ~
"T.om a friend-Ars. Mamie"
"Shc is very kind.N
Virginie pased.-On\ her way to
her seat at q table near.
"You will dance wit, me, will you
mott If not previously engaged, OF
course"
She looked up at hin and saw
upon his face strange, pleading
look.
"Perhaps," he said in a low voice,
"perhaps l should not ask, it is
presumption. l have not the light.'
Why could she not speak! A
strange feeling choked her. For
worlds she could not have said a
word. 1t was a moment of embar.
rassment to both, /
"I see your answer in your eyes.
No; do not speak it. Well, yol
are right. Most women would not
be so frankly kind"
"You are wrong" she murmured
in a weak voice; but he did moi
hear-he was gone.
Miss Ponsonby was very wretch
ed that day. She did not go to the
german, but accepted invitations to
the tea on the rocks and the hop in
the evening. The former was a very
pleasant affair to every one but
Charly and though she appeared
to enjoy it she was in reality miser-
ably wretched. Stonington Far
leigh devoted himself to her; one
of those desperate society flirts who,
ensconced behind eyeglasses and
plenteous whiskers, break or at
tempt to break hearts ad libitum.
At his tongues end are sentimental
stanzas from Owen Meredith and
Tennyson, and he understands
thoroughly the art of appearing to
be desperately in love, when in re-
ality he is incapable of the feeling.
He sprawls himself at Charly's feet
and gazes up into her eyes, and the
nonsense he speaks clashes on Miss
Ponsonby's ear, though she attempts
to reply to it in his own strain, the
more so as she sees Ernest Blakes-
lie talking in so devoted style to
that sweet faced though dowdy Miss
White, a very affected little thing
from Boston. Ernest is clever in
deed, he is possessed of eminent
and the pretty Bostonian is
literary. How Charly hates her in
that moment How glad she is
when the fire on the rock is out,
when they all saunter towards their
different conveyances. How glad,
indeed, to be at home in the hotel,
up in her room ready to array her
self in laces and diamonds for the
lop. She has been very simple in
ler dress to-day, but Of what use ?
Things have gone wrong with her.
Tonight she will bloom out in her
I'D gorgeousness, display all the
wealth of which she is said to be so
proud, wear the diamonds, and with
;he glitter hope to dazzle the min
ons who are sure to gather at the
shrine.
A Narragansett mist, like rain, is
,ver everything. 1t penetrates
;hrongh the light blue silk that dis
,lays to advantage black lace
and the diamond aigrette
'parkles in her hair, and the bril-
liant rays of the solitaries in her
'ars are dazzling. The necklace,
100, glitters on the black lace cover
ng her neck, and altogether Miss
Ponsonby is herself to-night-rich.
beautiful, bent on conquest. Care
essly throwing a Spanish lace scarf
,ver the high comb on her head,
he is ready to join the party bound
or the hop. The ladies are wild
bout her now, and her toilet and
are amply commented
lpon. Stonington Farleigh is daz-
led by her brilliance and is more
devoted than ever. Arrived at the
lOp, the men crowd around. 1t be-
ng Saturday night many New
Yorkers, freed from the burdens of
business cares, have fed from the