Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-01-04

Will you do me the honor of waltzin
with me-"
Waltz with him Between fright an
delight, Christy stood undecided, turn
ing red and white alternately. Then
forgetting everything but the music an
the dangerously beautiful dark eye
looking into her own, she put her han
on his arm, and in q moment they wer
circling down the room. Christy'
cheeks burned like fire. Whenever sh
dared raise her eyes from her partner
broadcloth sleeve, she be came aware tia
she was the focus of all eyes. For
while she was dreadfully conscious O
this. Then she forgot everything bu
motion and music, and the handsom,
head bent so near her own. When a
last they paused, and Mr.. Ross led he
out TO the moonht piazza, the frigh
came back again, and she nervousl,
withdrew her hand from his arm, ant
flushed scarlet when he asked her fol
the next dance.
"Do you care for quadrilles?"
Poor Ohristy looked wistfully toward
the parlor, and pulled blossom te
pieces.
"Oh / do like to dance-before any.
thing-Im very much obliged to you,
but l can't dance again."
The young autocrat in society, whose
invitation to q dance had never before
been refused by any lady, looked Of
Christy in surprise.
You oughtn't to dance with me; I'm
not grown up" said Christy, checking
q sob. "They'u all want Won to dance
with them"
Mr.. Ross would have laughed il his
politeness would have allowed. He only
said, leaning closer to Christy in the
moonlight. and speaking low:
But want to dance with you"
And Christy, of course, yielded. What
q happy evening that was that followed
II people looked amazed at Mr.. Ross
dancing with q schoolgirl, it was no
matter. He wanted to dance with her,
and the thought made her eyes shine
and her cheeks glow, as she moved
through the quadrille with the prettiest
grace in the world. A waltz followed.
then polka, then another quadrille, and
still she monopolized the lion of the
evening, apparently to the lions salts
faction.
Sand now," he said, as they returned
to the piazza, knitting his brows over
his dance-card, "now / must 90 and
dance with Miss Honoria Clapham. But
/ shall come back to you. You will
give me the rest of the dances after
supper, won't youl"
"Oh, haven't you any names ON your
card 2"
"Nct one. But perhaps you would
like to dance with some one elsel"
"Oh, no! nobody wants 10 dance
with me-"
"Then you will wait for me here till
after this dancei" he said, hurriedly, as
the music sounded.
as she sat alone, the moonlight falling
around her, the music drifting ont to
her, waiting for Mr.. Ross TO come back.
She had rude awkening therefrom. A
hand grasped her shoulder SO harshly
that she almost cried out, and Bellies
voice said, in fierce whisper
Go straight up stairs to bed, miss.
DO you hear met Go this Instant
and each pause was emphasized with
shake.
40, Belief"
Hush not word aloud. You've
been making yourself ridiculous, and
and / are ashamed Of you. Go
straight round the piazza and up stairs"
Christy never thought of disobeying.
Her rose-colored Visions all fioated away,
and she went slowly around the house,
and up the back way to her room. There
she sat down in the moonlight, with
wide eyes and burning cheeks. Oil what
had she donei And finally all her won-
dering resolved itself in bitter burst
of crying.
When Belle came up stairs, after the
last guest had gone, and looked in her
sisters room, Christy was lying across
the foot Of the bed, asleep, her pretty
dress all crumpled and her cheeks
stained with tears. SO her indignation
did not break upon Christy's head till
at the breakfast-table, when
her piqued pride sought revenge. Poor
Christy before the meal was through
she saw q forward, pert, bold chit, at
whom Mr.. Ross had laughed in his
sleeve, and of whose simplicity he had
made capital.
"H You could have seen yourself
around with that silly smile,
and he paying mock devotion |"
Did he say anything about me,
Belle 2"
"Bah why should hei We had bet
ter things TO talk about" said her sis
ter, with little conscious toss Of the
head.
Why need tell of the days that fol-
lowedi Surely every girl will under
stand the change that came over Chris
ty's school girl life. Why say that her
cheeks grew pale, that she had frequent
hts OF crying, and that the very mention
OF Mr.. Ross name brought q guilty
flush to her cheeks? She would not
have met him for the world. and IL
would have been hard to calculate how
many times she avoided him on the
street yet evening after evening she
waited and hoped he would come. The
evening after the party he bad come.
She heard him ask for her in the hall,
and heard Belle say, with q laugh, that
"these schoolgirls always were deep in
study evenings" Then, crouched in
the dark, after David had been put to
bed, she listened to his rare tenor voice
as he sang song after song, his notes
blending with Bellies, his laugh min
Cling with hers. What fool she had
been she thought, as she closed the
French grammar, whose leaves were wet
with tears, and crept to bed. He was
Bellies beau, that was all.
But after that evening he did not
come, which was strange for Bellies
beau. Nay, more his lady mother
mentioned, in the course of a call, that
they would return to New York in the
middle OF October.
1--WE have staid in the country much
longer thar usual this year." she con-
tinued, "and l wish / could persuade
Charlton to go to the city at once"
He wants to stay ON Bellies &C.
count" mused Christy "but 1 wonder
he does not come and see her."
One thing was certain Belle was un-
usually cross, so cross that Christy was
fain to do her studies out of doors Oh
locked in her own room. A little sum-
mer-house covered with vines was her
favorite retreat, and thither she re.
paired every afternoon upon returning
from school. She had no more river
expeditions, for, poor child, she was
afraid OF meeting the proprietor of tbe