The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1874-03-25

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was prospering slowly and steadily
and had gained many friends Anx
ious mammas looked upon him with
favor, and many bright eyes gave him
bewitching glances-hitherto in vain
His whole heart-and he knew it
was still with Millieent Kathlane
but her marriage had raised her, both
as to wealth and position, so far
above himself, that be did not, excep,
at some fond, delusiye moment, dare
to aspire to her He was only a city
man, plodding on in his close city
Office with his three or four clerks un-
der him.
How beautiful she is !" he thought
as he walked away from the house
Just the same little Milly at heart,
too, as in the dear old days. And
her glances-oh, if / might dare to
believe in them seem as true to
me as they were then. But what
would the world saw"
That night saw hin, at Mrs. Grang-
er's-a fashionable woman, with
some fashionable daughters, one OF
whom, Cornelis, had made dead set
at Mr.. Thornbury. He stood in the
lighted rooms, watching eagerly for
Millicent-but it was not until very
late that she arrived. As she came
down the long rooms-moving as
easily and gracefully as though she
had been, from earliest childhood, ac-
customed to reign in society,"
murmur o, admiration followed her.
She was dressed in a trailing
robe of pale silvery blue, with an
overdress of soft white lace; her
beautiful neck and arms were bare.
save for their ornaments of fretted
gold; her face was untouched bv
paint or powder, and her vived col
oring made her beauty seem almost
unesrthly as compared with some of
the inane faces around her. Her
black hair, elaborately dressed, was
fastened here and there with droop-
ing sprays of scarlet flowers, and at
her bosom, looping her overdress, and
in her jeweled bouquitierre, the scar
let buds glowed and burned.
"Is she not lovely.' That was a
question which every one felt could
be answered in the affirmative. And
many envious heart was hid beneath
the smiling face which greeted her.
There is Mrs. Cathlane, Mr..
Thornburv," said Cornelia Granger,
a tall, pale, ill-natured girl, to whom
Rupert had been saying civil moth
ings for the last few minutes, and
who was furiously jealous of Mrs
Kathlane in her heart Of hearts
You gentlemen are wild about her,
/ believe. Red and blue-what ex-
cruciating taste. | wonder her maids
does not teach her better"
Every one has not your critical
eyes Miss Granger" said Rupert
laughing.
II thought her dress charming"
"Of course" Miss Cornelia was
not an amiable girl, as we have said,
and at that moment her temper was
pinching her rather sourly. Per
haps you make one Of those who are
wild over her, Mr.. Thornburv,
1T would be of no use to me, ex.
pect, i'll were" replied Rupert, in
his csndor.
We'll, / suppose not-as she is
soon to be married again"
Married again." he uttered.
$50 report runs" said Miss Gran
ger, toying with her fan.
ITO whom | bad not heard of
it."
TO Mr.. Worthington.-a cousin
OF her late husband, you know"
II know him." cried Rupert, feel
ing he knew not how. "Dick Worth
ing;on's not worthy of her 1t would
be desecra:ion.
"She may not think So II is said
there was great deal ofintimacy be-
fore Mr.. kathlane died. She mar
ried him simply for bis money-that's
well known-and the handsome cous-
in used to be very frequent visitor.
There was deal of gossip about it
at the time, and-but there's Dick
Worthington now Look how her
color rises when she speaks to him."
Are you quite certain your infor-
nation is correct, Miss Granger
The pale eyes glance at him again |
and then looked away.
About the engagement Quite |
sure, Mr. Thornbury At least the |
world is sure Of it. l am neither
more or less wise than it."
Mr.. Thornbury did not change color |
at the news; or seem, in reality, to
feel much surprise. He stood laugh
ing and chatting with the young lady |
for few moments on different SUBJ
jects, and then excusing himself, |
across the room to where |
Mrs. Kathlane sat, surrounded by an |
admiring group, OF whom Richard |
WorthingtOn was one.
1T is nv waltz" said Mr.. Thorn
bury, as she looked up, and greeted |
him with one Of her brightest smiles. |
"Or are you too tired?"
Tired" She laughed little sill
very laugh as she rose. II am never
tired of dancing. Richard, | will
leave nv flowers and fan with you as
q hostage"
1t was nothing. this leaving with |
him her fan and fiowers-it was like !
q thousand other little coquettish |
ways which she had but Rupert. think
ing-oh, SO bitterly of what bad |
Just been told him, fancied that be
saw something deeper than usual
light coquetry in the glance she gave
the handsome young fellow, and
groaned in spirit 1t seemed q full
of Whist he had heard
Zone, two, three. One, two, three.
You are shockingly out of step, Ru-
pert :" said she, after the FIRST turn
What is the matter You look as
stern as if you had seen a ghost"
II have" he said, almost grimly-l
The ghost Of dead hope" and she half
frightened at his tone, looked up at
him questioningly. But in another
be smiled back at ber, and
was reassured.
Don't talk nonsense, Rupert
There you are dancing beautiful now.
What were ynu and that adions