The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-08-20

gossip about it at the time, and--but
there's Dick Worthington now. Look
how her color rises when she speaks to
HIM"
care you quite certain your Informs
l,tion Is correct. Miss Granger"
The pale eyes glanced at him again and
then looked away.
"About the engagement? Quite sure,
Mr.. Thornbury. At least, the world is
sure of it. am neither more nor less
wise than it,
Mr.. Thornbury did not change color at
the Jews, or seem, in reality,to feel much
surprise. He stood laughing and chatting
with the young lady for few moments
on different subjects, and then, excusing
himself, sauntered across the room to
where Mrs. Kathlane sat, surrounded by
an admirlng group, Of whom Richard
Worthington was one.
cit is my waltz" said Mr.. Thornoury
as she looked up, and greeted him with
one of her brightest smiles "Or are you
too tired?''
"Tired?" She laughed little silvery
laugh as she rose. Il am never tired of
dancing. Richard, I will leave my
flowers and fan with you as hostage. :"
1t was nothing, this leaving with him
her fan and flowers 1T was like thou
sand other little coquettish ways she had;
! but Rupert, thinking oh, so bitterly! of
: what had just been told him, fancied that
he saw something deeper than her usual
:. light coquetry in the glance she gave the
handsome young fellow, and groaned in
spirit. It seer ed full confirmation of
!, what he had heard.
lone, two, three. One, two, three
: You are shocklngly out of step, Rupert
said she. after the first turn. "What is
= the matter? You look as stern as if you
!. had seen ghost? si"-a4.st - t'ai'~.
81 have, he said, almost grimly -"tht
ghost Oft dead hope; and she, half fright
: ened at his tone, looked up at him ques
~ tioningly. But in another moment he
= smiled back at her and she was treasured
), "Don't talk nonsense, Rupert. There
you are dancing beautifully now. Wha
were you and that odjous Cornelia Gran
ger talking about so long?
'Odious, do you call her?
swell, do, Rupert. 1 think her SO
she has not spark of good feeling il
o her. Don't you SO and tell, now.
i Do you think she is truthful, Mill
cert?
!. ing my Hdffet nightly through the dance
. Rupert almost startling Millicent by his
unwonted gaiety, laughing and chatting
like anyone but his grave self and she, The
color deepening in her cheeks, the light il
f her eyes growing momentarily brighter
looked like veritable dance spirit" sc
/, airily did she float through the rooms.
chow beautifully they waltz p Even
Colnelia Granger involuntarily spoke in
] admiration, and slender youth near her gave
= it as his opinion that "ThIstledown couldn't
be lighter than Mrs Kathane in a waltz"
"Are you tired % said Rupert, looking
down at the beautiful face; and Millicent,
for answer, said she could keep on forever.
. And SO they danced on and on, until Rupert
saw the bright color fading away, and the
sensitive mouth beginning to droop little
at the corners. aI
You are tired" he said, and then, before
she could answer, he whirled her through thu
low, open window, into the cool, fresh al.
on the balcony. ~lE
' Thanks" she said. IL believe 1 was
, little faint. Will you get my cloak Pr And
then, until her cloak came, she sat quiet
like tired child, with her head resting
YEARLY on the railing.
I, "The next dance but one is Richards 81
she said, as he wrapped the soft white cloak
{ around her tenderly. II must not slight
him. But we will stay out here until then
unless you wish go back-in which case d
> will not keep you with me.'
II shall not dance again tonight" he
J ansW cred, 'unless it's with YOU"
! Il am engaged for every one of them. I
am afraid. could have been engaged three
or four times over" she added, laughing.
" am sorry, Rupert butt"
"No NATTER" he interrupted her, almost
rudely. II must get used to 1t, I suppose. .,
He was standing before her, looking down
at her. and she, in her pretty imperious way,
laid her hand on his arm. . ...
"You are cross Tonight" she said. "Sit
here beside ne, and tell me what it is that
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