Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1875-01-15


brother, was reading and smoking in
front of a great wood-fre, with a back
log worthy Of oldon time, and sap bub-
bling cheerily out Of score of crevices.
| Hcllow said Christopher. laying
down his book with m air Of resignation,
Is it you. Elf? Then farewell peace
of mind and qnict meditation"
!. Don't be tiresome, Chris said the
| little fairy in blue, with the dead-gola
hair and strangely-shining eyes. Get
your hat and coat"
For what p
ITO take me to Primadelli's concert"
! Christopher opened wide his kindly,
commonplace eyes.
/ but thought you didn't care to go.
/" Thought thought! thought cried
Martha, stamping her feet tumultously
on the floor. II wish people wouldn't
think | do want to go--and | mean
that you shall take me- love operate
signing, and it isn't once year we have
such star as Primadelli here. Get
your hat quick, Christopher, and don't
stand staring there, aSf your entire be-
ing were changed to eyesp
All right, said Christopher. I" just
wait minute until / get my gloves.
Now, then, | am at your service, little
Queen Positive
/ Martha clung. with little shivcr, to
his arm as they walked side by side
along the star-lit avenue of elms. that
led to the more densely-built portion Of
| tht. l,tt1a ~, - GxJ.n,,.1lo
:. Martha. why didn't you go with
Bernard Clyde TO this concert, when he
asked you 2" suddenly demanded her
brother.
Because | didn't choose = retorted
Martha, with toss of the dead gold
braids
/" Why do you treat him SO, Martha y
vigorously persisted Christopher. ( A
fellow like that, that's worth his weight
in gold, with heart as big as cart
wheel and"
Don't be a goose, Christopher !"
said Martha. saucily. " One would
think, to hear you talk that he was the
only man in the world p
| :" So he is, as far as you are concerned
~ al lNu dliu YOU Huu ~ IlEut W iufc
, him on, and then rebuff him, like cat
{ tormenting mouse. BE serious now,
if it's possible thing" as Martha
' laughcd, Historically, !" and ask your
: self if"
/ g Now do stop moralizing! p interrupt
/ ed Martha, pettishly I" We are COM
ing to the concert hall. and I'm sure we
' are late. Do you think we shall get
! anything like a decent scat Y
Christopher Moore was silent!
? As well write in sand" quoth he
I to him elf, 'as to talk of a woman who
; is a born coquette."
The concert hall was crowded and
Q after some difficulty Miss Moore was
! accommodated with camp-stool. under
3 the back gallery. where she could see
! nothing but the back of Mrs Squire Sea-
{ burys garnet-velvet hat. This. how
( ever, she did not much mind, as the sill
! yer torrent Of Signora Primadella's sing
ing reached her. clear as crystal, and
soft as oil, and-But this consolation she
I would scarcely own even to herself. Ber-
+ nard Clyde stood few seats away, with
: folded arms, and grave face. intently
' turned toward the stage.
| +" Why don't be look at me ?" thought
Martha, half offended ~ know lie saw
, me come in do think it would on
ly be polite to glance around once in n.
while =
But Bernard Clyde never turned bis
} head.
+" He will surely come to say few
words Of greeting when the concert is
over" thought Martha, picking ruthless
ly away at the swansdown border Of her
wrap.
But there was where she was mistaken I;
for Clyde bad vanished from his place,
when, at the end Of the programme, she
looked around, and found herself borne
along by the side Of the retreating audi
encc. just in front Of her she could see
Christopher's good-humorcd face and
broad shoulders.
Come op, sis I'm all rightp' said
he.
And struggling out into the darkness.
rendered doubly dense BY the brilliantly
|, lighted hall she had Just left, Martha
Wohc - uifhN ptubSe ~ uiS AZ III
g / thought should never have caught
I up with you !" she cried. brenthlessly-
"WlIy don't you wait? Look the bows
are tori of my dress. and Mrs. Scabury
put her foot on the trail, and tore half
yard of the back plcating down. hate
concerts p
There was no reply
Martha busted herself in adjusting the
damaged skirt, still clinging tight to her
companion with the other hand
Z" Did you see Kate Dunham's new
sealskin cap?7 she asked, presently -
Don't You think sealskin hideous fur r
Still no answer.
"Now. you are vexed with me" she
said, plaintively; "and all because Of
Bernard Clyde. Must / tell you the
truth. Chris Must own that do love
him dearly, dearly, dearly? Only, you
sec, he's offended with me, and"
To her indescribable amazement. her
escort faced around under the elms, drop
ping her arm, az be did so.
Offended. Martha--I offended Ny
love, my love. ! have your hearts secret
at last You love me, after all r
Martha Moore uttered cry.
Il thought It vas Chris !" she faltered.
beginning TO tremble all over. "Ob.