The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-02-14


kbook -shelves, the staruettes, and the
Heather cushions, has been eBjoying 4
Idolce far nsefte stats of rspbse since the
IearIy setting in Of dusky twilight.
"Don't remember it, then, ! beg Of you;
EBut ii ever that boy ufoiests or troubles
you in the slightest degree, let me know
Of it. Has our guest arrived yetW
"Miss Field, or her friends from Avon
ffAeP'
.Miss Field In particular"
"Before | answer your question, sir"
| says our heroine, coming up close to
where Silvertop lounges amid, the cush-
ions, and holding a candle just above
| her expressive face, her dancing gray
Ieyes looking, full OF an amused tnteltf.
gence, into his own, ssbefore I answer
| your question may take the liberty of
asking whether you have ever seen this
Miss Fieldw
siyertop stares at her in q somewhat
astounded manner before saying '.No,Y,'
which he does In SO evidently a dazed
to its place upon the study-table and
laughs d little low silvefy laugh as melo-
dious ana sweet as the tinkle of a
mountain-born stream1et.
"Then, Silyertop,n says she, bowling
| herself out of the door, "Miss Field has
| not yet arrivedW
| LII half an hour there is another tap at
Silvertop's door. He mas spent the time
in dumb stupor; and, when the same
| voice cries. s'Mr. Reade?' he answers
San, Lefty; come I'M" like we'll
! But "fetty" does not come in. Some
| one in pale, shimmering blue, With
costly laces' afioat like foam upon the
| sea, With white checked pearls upon her
whittier throat and sister pearls woven in
the rich dark hair that forms coronal
above her wide, clear brow-this some
one approaches and, lifting the waxen
light above her head, makes a tine Re m
brandtish picture df herself. "Miss
Field has arrived" says she.
"Violet;o and, with a smile at bis ur-
lifted, puzzled, handsons face, our he
roite brings forth a vase OF the fragrant
| blossoms that she hid, among the books
1only that morning. "How dull you arew
1 ;sYioletl" he cries, catching at the
lhand that holds the purple fowers,""Yio.
let, you have given them to me-you can
mot mean-~
4 Wen, she hadn't meant exactly that.
to- be sure, but what could she tell the
poor cripple with such, fine eyes looking
V5O CUtH HOcUiy uCl-WudUs IUut6uT
Directly there is a great rush for the
door, The bell has sent a ringing SUM,
mons and every one knows it, is Miss
Field. This time they are right.
| "Violet! Violet! Violetw cry ever
so many fresh young voices, as water
lprooted figure enters the bright, warm
draWing-room. Then Mrs. Torrensham
grandly approaches with a prettily
wOrded welcome, that freezes upon her
| lips as pair Of strangely familiar gray
eyes look straight into her ownas ifthey
would read her very soul's secrets.
"Lettyp' she gasps, urging her faltering,
reluctant body forward to where Miss
Field stands surrounded by her beyy of
admiring friends.
''Vio-tettyi' laughs her guest, throw.
ing aside the capacrous waterproof cloak
and seeming suddenly to blossom into u
big azure butterfly, that floats over to
her and stoops down with little kiss of
Icontrition.
"Oh, dear Mrs. Torrensham, forgive
meW -.
You, young mischief! rye read of
such things in books; but-0h, can't
talk Until soold you we'll Mytriends,"
and Mrs. Tarrensham, who IS, equal to
any emergency, tells them, all about it;
even admitting her designs upon Miss
Field in a charmingiyirank fashion that
wins Miss Fields good will in spite OF
herself. U.,
The evening passes gloriously; but
with all its gtOriousness Violet keeps
wondering why Sifvertop does not put in,
am appearances. When supports is about
to be announced Violet KNOCKS for the
third time-and there Is always charm
fnthe third time any same thing is done
ON Silvertop's door; hut this time she
retuseSato TO enter. A
.'Are you not coming, then, to escort
me TO supper, SilvertopT she asks,
rather imperi0usly, considering their
late ehaige OF rank and place.
mo, 1 believe not, MISS Field" Silver
top answers gFavely, as he comes over
to where she stands, upon the threshold,
and bringing SO serious ascoanrenance
with him that Violet grows curious.
Sand why not, II l may be so boldf"
"My aunt never expects me-"
''Tut, tutl' growls the voice of Dick
behind them. ''Be honest, Toppy, love;
say it's rank cwafdice. | say, Miss
Field, fetch him out; coax, make him
come. It's deuced queer the fellow isn't
at home in his own house, While my
mother and l king it and queen it no
end-as il it was our very own, and never
Silly's at all. Miss Field, |, kiss your
hand; '-and the iihpudent lad does it
with quite an ar-.'but hang me ii 1
ever KISS you again with a dozen green
dragons a-guardingi your and Dick
moves blandiy away.
rs this your house, Mr.. Reader'
II believe So"
"Why didn't you tell me, thensr
"What earthly difference could that
have made, Miss Fieldp
IL should not have given you the yio-
lets-that is ALL"
~ have no need, then, of the sweet.
subtle fragrance Of the flower since |
hold shining store OF yellow metal, is
that your creed? There is one azure
blossom l would gather to my heart;
but, Si,sgle-hdDdea, 1 dare not climb to
the Gin wnere3n it grows-helps me,
Yiolet?1 he beseeches.
"We are both teIrifically rash and
impetuous,"' says Miss Field, prosily.
But she helps hin--and, dear hearI
how wonderfully easy it is for her to
fashion therounds OF that lad Ter w6ere-
on he climbs TO the regions Of bliss
And Aunt rorrensham, searching for the
absentee, finds her guest very evidently
in theipossesion OF Sifvertop.
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