The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1877-04-26
VOLUME Y.

AAs NNt'tt u AtNi II NNh tl'ss1 44Nttih sA't,tHt
give o. Aim She Was stunning. | tell
You, ana wicked Master Jack began his
hlt oi "Highland Nora" again.
"Nou horrid lttdc wrtch Come
away directly, sAriekei Madgc, coloriug
% the tips If her ears, You'll kill
untv 5 puor head
"Oh, indeed !" fcchly sgueakci poor
Jack, rs he WAS hustled sm.utly cut Of
the rNum, while Miss Euphemia laughed
J.ll the tears stood III her eyes. and said,
softly. Children and fools speak truth.
truly.
Jack went home the next day; he was
only "a school boy cousin come iur the
holidays, and the luchleSs child had
aNrsd-cl Als own pleasure unawarrs; bat
the rare delight uf t1vnenuug has beau
uful cousin was temptation too tutl-
Clug to resist And Nadge WAS tyascd;
she hated the sight Of the boy. and made
her Journey to Boston the excuse for hls
radiance. But the thorn he hai left be
Amd Was well planted; the piquant bal
lal haunted Madge. and flushed her face
many "a tame when It's lifting measures
returned tHnoch her.
- % B.Ntou she went, 60 her dear
friend Polly. and iouud Lmt proper and
intellectual city nightly agreeable
BgauN she had hv the dozen, but there
were none like Mr. Schenck; none SO de
voted. sa elegant. So nohlc-lookiug. She
missed the ially bunch ~ fragrant violrts
ON her art>sl. X table; she missed the
selection ut new books that showed al
WAYS how he OWNED her tastes the fore
stAluug oj her falutest caprctS, the de-
yutson that was too delicate to obtrude
itself. the homage that WAS sincere vet
coUrtly.
"How young all Your gentlemen
friends are Polly = she sand to her friend
one day. after au evening at which at
least dozen sets of English whiskers
had v.bIayed about heg and been pulled
before her. Us II paving "a kind Of myster-
ious kawtuw TO the latest goddess.
That's fault they viii mend Of,
Madse.' laughed Polly. Even in
dear old Boston " have TO grow up, ana
be ltgrI,. 20 boot
But l do 50 hate boys - sighed
Nadgc.
Aud boys do so adore You :" mock
ed Polly.
Maiye blushei. and sighed Why
did she think ot Mr.. Scheuck?
In the meantime, there in New York.
Aunt PAemv had "a visitor now and then.
Mr.. ScEenck knew his friends. ami never
neglected them: he was least uf all like
" % set aside Mss Roper; but she
never alluded 20 him in her letters 10
MadEe. and that Young lady had already
decided IN her own mind that her suitor
had taken himself Gif 10 parts unknown
- stlte his anguish by absence. If
MaIEe had 50 good an opinion Of her
own powers, can she be blamed? So
bevi.ching is She had proved herself.
should this man be the exception 10 her
ule?
One night there was to be a great and
gay party, 10 which the friends could not
fail 20 60. and Naige took unusual pains
70 render herself lovely Tor the occasion.
new Paris robe wus Uufoldej from its
boxes and wuppiugs for the occasion;
the delicate ghtterlug pale green silk
mingled and mixed with equally delicate
apricu: and films Of Nahues lace. was
wonderfully adapted 20 her peculiar col
oriug and style; and in her red-brown
hair. and here and there about the dress,
clusters OF tea rose buds perfumed the
air rs she moved, and harmunized with
her dress IN every TINT; besides these,
her sole ornament was a necklet OF great
opals set in black enamel
MaIge, YOU are % miracle % be
hold r. exclaimed Polly, as she beheli
her. You have given your mind to It
as much as ever Mr.. Too's did. Woe To
the Boston boys Tonight, my dear
Even Miss Dorr won't hold candle 70
YOU.
Pretty Polly, fresh and sweet rs a
June rose ia her white silk and pink
cora.s, deserved comment herself but
she was willing, fully. TO be extinguisheI
by M4dge Roper. whom she worshipel,
as one girl will worship another. So she
put the fur lined wrap over her friends
shoulders with an amusing trayesty of q
fond, proud mothers care.
As they went down 10 the carriage,
Polly said. abruptly:
Oh. nv dear. % think / SHOULD have
forgotten I. Lucretia Albums told me to-
day. in at C3pel.ui's, while You were
talking to Ned, that there Is to be a new
man at NJ S. Hopes ta-night-a New
Yorker. too; such an elegant creature
Lu mved about hun, his manners and
customs. his inre, his money, aud |
don know what more. | wonder II Won
know him. ="
What Is his uame?' said Madge.
seating herself carefully in the carriage,
IN ave OF her fresh draperies apparent
", really smitten by a strange thrill Of
curiosity.
Il declare, don't know. He's a cap
tive # Hope Dorr's, they say the
tenth Muse, as the Fp.tletics call her.
Mldge WAS reassurcd. She could
not. Of course, know any of Miss DORIS
adorers; but a. she sat down, an hour
after, to rest a little from long walk, a
little buzz and motion about the door Of
the rectption-room attracted her, and
looking up, she saw. as the guests part
ed 70 admit their entrauce-Mr Schenck;
and on his arm the most beautiful OF
women.
Tall, fair, with n stainless snowy skin,
and hair Of living gold, Hope DORIS
Greek features were indeed the very
outlines Of ancient sculpture. with the
inspired eyuressiOn of lofty intellect
beaming from her great cool gray eyes
and calm lips; and her simple statuesque
dress Of lusterless white silk, utterly
without ornament, fell about her like
the draperies Of Praxitelcs,
Madge's heart sunk. How she de
spised her French fripperies, her pulled
and creped hair, her jewcls-hersef! +!
What was her girlish, laughing, rosy
beauty beside this goddess from Olym-
pus, with knotted hair and flowing gar
ments, stately as Juno and lovely as
Venus, and, Oh climax Of fate lean
ing on Mr.. Schenck's arm with gentle
condescension, and answering what he
said with a serene and lofty smile
How she hated IN her heart, too, the
dapper youth who approached her, card
III hand, for the promised galop How
he dwarfed beside her old lovers manly
aspect and noble manner Poor Madge
As she rose to do her duty, she met Mr..
Schencks eye. He bowed courteously,
but coolly, and, TO her rage and disgust,
she felt the color steal upward to her
bright locks, and she had a wild impulse
to drag the luckless youth at her side
out of the door, and bury him and her
self at once in the first snow drift. But
who ever heard Of impulses at party !?
The galop was properly danced, and her
already filed card OF engagements gone
through with; but in all the long eve
ming Mr.. Schenck never approached her,
and she went home in a state Of mind
that alarmed Polly and disgusted her
self.
Sc am tired and cross, dear" she