Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1877-05-30

own powers, can she be blamed? So
bewitching as she had proved herself,
should this man be the exception to
her rule?
One night there was to be great
and gay party, to which the friends
could not fail to go, and Madge took
unusual pains to render herself lovely
for the occasion. A new Paris robe
was unfolded from It's boxes and
wrappings for the occasion: the deli
cate glittering pale green silk mingled
and mixed with equally delicate apri>
cot ard films Of Malines lace, was
wonderfully adapted to her peculiar
coloring and style; and in her red
brown hair, and here AID there about
the dress, clusters of tea rose buds
perfumed the air as she moved, and
harInonized with her dress in every
tint besides these her sole ornament
was necklet of great opals set in
black enamel
"Madge, you are a miracle to be-
hold!' exclaimed Polly, as she be-
held her. ''You have given your
mind TO it as much as ever Mr.. Toots
did. Woe to the Boston boys to-
night, my dear! Even Miss Dorr
won't hold candle to you
Pretty Polly, fresh and sweet as a
June rose in her white silk and pink
corals deserved comment herself; but
she was willing, fully, to be extin-
guished by Madge Roper, whom she
worshipped, as one girl will worship
another, So she put the fur lined
wrap over her friends shoulders with
an amusing travesty of a fond, proud
mothers care.
AS they went down to the carriage,
Polly said abruptly:
sob, my dear, to think ! should
have forgotten Lucretia Adams
told me to-day. in at Copeland's
while you were talking to Ned, that
there is to be new man at Mrs.
Hopes to-night-a New Yorker, too,
such an elegant creature. LII raycd
about HIM, his manners and customs,
his face, bis money, and I don't know
what more. l wonder if you know
him
"What is his Nance said Madge,
seating herself carefully in the car
riage, in awe of her fresh draperies
apparently, really smitten by a
strange thrill of curiosity,
Il declare l don't know. He's .
captive of Hope DORIS, they say
the tenth Muse as the aesthetics call
her
Madge Was treasured. She could
not, of course, know any OF Miss
DORIS adorers; but as she sat down,
an hour after, to rest little from
long walk, little buzz and motion
about the door of the reception room
attracted her, and looking up, she
saw, as the guests parted to admit
their entrance-Mr. Schenck, and on
his arm the most beautiful of women.
Tall, fair, with stainless snowy
skin, and hair of living gold, Hope
DORIS Greek features were indeed the
very Outlines Of ancient sculpture
with the Inspired expression of a lofty
intellect beaming from her great, cool,
gray eyes and calm lips; and her
simple, statuesque dress of ]usterless
white silk, utterly without ornament,
fell about her like the draperies of
Praxiteles.
Madge's heart sunk. How she des-
pissed her French fripperies, her puff
ed and creped hair, her jewcls-her.
self! What was her girlish, laugh
ing, rosy beauty besides this goddess
from Olympus, stately as Juno and
lovely as Venus, and, oh climax of
fate leaning on Mr. Schenck's arm
with gentle condeseension, and am
swering what he said witha serene
and lofty smile
How she hated in her heart, too,
the daprer youth who approached her,
card in hand, for the promised galop!
How he dwarfed beside her old lovers
manly aspect aud noble manner! Poor
Madge As she rose to do her duty,
she met Mr.. Schepck's eye. He
bowed courteously, but cody, and, to
her rage and disgust, so felt the color
steel upward to her bright locks, and
she had wild impulse to drag the
luckless youth at her side out of the
door. and bury him and herself at
once in the first snow drift. But
who ever heard of impulses ut party7
The galop was properly danced, and
her already filed card of engage
ments gone through with; but in all
the long evening Mr.. Sohenck never
approached her, and she went home
in state Of mind that alarmed Polly
anc Disguised herself.
II am tired and cross, DEAR she
said at last "Don't talk to me. III
be good Tomorrow, but i might bite
you tonight; | feel like it
$50 Polly kissed her with dumb