Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1877-09-27
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diamonds to make human SLOW
window out of her.
YES said Mrs, Geofreys, ele-1
waiting her eyeglasses. you are
Miss Wing, the singer, eh!'
4 am Miss Wing, said Madelon,
not without dignity, 'and | sing
Yes said Mrs. Geoffrey = smy
friend, Mrs, Leopold, mentioned
your name to nj" ." l propose to
entertain a few friends next Friday
evening, and l should like you to
give us song. Something Scotch
or English, of the pathetic Fordcr,
you know.
Il can sing sAuld Robin Gray
said Madelon, quietly.
Yes, [ think that would about
do said Mrs. 6. 'Auld Robin
Gray and afterwards the Last
Rose Of Summer I suppose you'll
charge five shillings?'
Madelon colored.
'Mrs. Leopold pays me ten
'Ten!' Mrs. Geoffreys' voice rose
Utmost 10 a scream. sTen for sing.
ing two songs! And the society you
are in--and the privilege of supper,
if you are so inclined.'
The society makes no difference
TO me- said Madelon smiling; 'and
[ never eat supper
Come, I'll give you seven,' said
| Mrc G,oHrovc. Copl tbot'c mara
than l can afford
And to these terms poor Madelon
was forced unwillingly to accoed,
while Mrs. Godfrey Immediately
made ont a five pound order to the
nearest florist for the decoration OF
the room.
But Mrs. Geoffreys believed in
economizing when and where She
could.
"Going to Mrs. Geoffreys' party?
Of course | am going" said Miss
Flora Fortescue "and I'll borrow
your pearl ear rings too, jennie
Guy L'Estrange is to be there, and
[ thirk-I really do thirk, Jennie,
that | can bring him to the prnpos-
ing point to night, with a little
strategy"
and I should think it was high
time," said Miss Jennie Fortescue
Flora's younger sister. Papa is
beginning to grumhle awfully
about the milliner's bills and
things"
"W ell" said Flora, complaceatly,
"we shall see."
/ She was a plump. blooming
bloude, and really she booked very
pretty at Mrs. Geotfreys' that even
ing, with Jennie's pearls and &
dress of he alest piuk silk.
| 1t was one Of those awkward In
tervals between the dances thai
are apt to try the patience of the
most enduring.
Flora had taken refuge in s
group of Photographic views, witt
Guy i L'Estrange leaning languidly
over her shoulders.
"Won't somebody sing ?" sale
he, looking around with an air o
i hopeless ennui.
'We shall have some delightful
! singing presently said Miss Geof
ffreys, who sat bv. Mamma ha
engaged the new sensation, Mis-
Wing. They say she is positivel,
charming in ballads
Wing
Guy L'Estrange looked up ii
surprise.
MY goodness ! thought Mis-
7 Fortescue, with sudden start
r Il hope it isn't Madelon Wing tuin
ed up again. after all these lonl
months
And she remembered, with
guilty flush, the note, entrusted t
her care. that she had never deliv
. cred to L'Estrange.
y But just as the crimson scarle
snffused her face, the door wa
thro 3n open, and Madelon Win
a gIided into the room, pale an
. lovely, in dress of black grena
dine, with her brown hair coiled a
S the back of her head, and Il ro
0 of music in her hand.
e 'Madelon'
S Guy L'Estrange involuntaril
started forward, but the next in
/ stapt he repressed himself with
}, violent effort, as Miss Wing passe
d him, and took her place at til
t piano, while Flora Fortescue's fac
was study.
n L thought, said L'Estrange,
= a low tone to Miss Fortescue, 'yo
. . said that Miss Wing had gon
abroad
= IL supposed that she had
:. faltered Flora, seeing the netwol
= of falsehood momenlarily tighten
~ ing around her.
But Guy had gone to the pian'
q and was bending with rapture
:. face over.the beautiful young SIM
10 er, as one by one the silver ciei
e notes Of tAuld Robin Gray fioate