Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1878-10-02
A Very Natural Mistake.

Dale We're took his Flor del Fuma
from his awny-moustached mouth and
scientifically knocked off its column of
foamy ash with his white, monogram
med cameo-ringed finger.
Very pretty name, admit, Dick
Stella Sunderland; yes, very artistic
i'll sound and construction. But for all
that | can't see why fellow must be
expected TO go into ecstacies at the
prospect of our introduction"
Dick Maitlynde drew his brows up
into an impatient frown, and tipped
the ash of his cigar so emphatically
that it did not find its sepulchre i'm the
cuspidore.
Hang it all, you provoke me beyond
endurance. What are You made Of,
anyhow: Any man living except your
self, would give the eye out of his head
10 become acquainted with Miss Sun
derland, while you-oh, you bloodless
wretch-you seem TO think she isn't
worth the thinking Of"
Dick gave a little amused laugh.
showing his exquisite teeth-a laugh
that was not repeated in his dark deep
gray eyes.
You're about right, Dick. In my
estimation the woman doesn't live who
is worth thinking about. What are
they but a lot of pretty husband hunt
-i-h i1, Il nd
beaux and society? tell you, women
are a-mistake.
And Dale We're religiously meant ev
cry word he said. And the reason he
believed it was because all his life he
had been too blessed of the gods. He
had been born wealthy and belonged
10 blue-blooded old family, who were
as proud of their name as ever king was
OF his crown. He had ALWAYS been
handsome, so handsome that all his life
women had courted and csressed him.
And 20 he had been so fed with world
ly dainties that he had become surfeit-
ed-surfeited with travel and pleasure,
and all the detail of leisure fashionable
life until he had come to De unable 10
find any sweetness in anything, ard the
only resort left him was to take things
as they came, allowing nothing to dis
turb his calm serenity-not even the
advent into aristocratic society of
belle and a beauty and an heiress who
was creating havoc wherever she went.
Whereas, Dick Maitlynde, younger
by ten years than handsome We're, who
was thirty-five, was hot-neaded and
impression able and continually burst
ing out into RACES against his friend
and inseparable comrade for his blood
lessness."
just now, Miss Sunderland was the
topic under discussion, and Maitlynde
was in state bordering on fury at
Vere's cold. persistent, sarcastic re-
fusals to be dragged to Mrs. Westmore-
lsnd's reception for the sole purpose OF
all Introduction.
II tell you you've not the least com
prehension of what you will miss, We're.
Why, she's-she's perfectly stunning;
she's-a-why, she's a magnificent
creature-all curves"
Cotton, Dick"
And creamy skin that
Liquid pearl, beyond the shadow of
doubt"
-'And such hair-well-"
THAT Guilmard can sell at ten dol
lars a switch. tell you, Dick, l don't
care that'-a puff of blue fragrant
smoke-"for the girl who evidently has
sent you pretty far gone. But, to heal
your wounded spirit, I'll consentto the
sacrifice of a quiet evening at the club
and be led like lamb to-Mrs. West
moreland's, tonight"
And that was how it came TO happen
that at half-past ten o'clock that eve
ming Mr.. Dale We're was bowling TO his
hostess, handsome, languid, easy, bored;
10 be rushed up to, ten minutes alter
ward by Dick Maitlynde.
..She's in the music-room with that |
snob of cousin of hers-wears his |
hair parted in the middle, and writes |
his name the same way. Come on; j
want you to have a good sight OF her
before she sees you"
And they saUnrered of towards the
music room, Vere's face wearing a
half-amused, half-resigned smile, where
the door being wide open, he could
command full view of the occupants
as he walked down the corridor-two
people, one blonde-haired, struggling
moustached English gentleman, Sit
ting in state of pitiable awkwardness
on the piano stool, playing delicious
chor.ls and arpeggios, with red, fat fin
gers; the other, slender, exquisitely-
formed girl, leaning over the end OF
the piano, her dark lasbes sweeping
fair creamy cheeks, her dark hair
brushed high off forehead that was
the perfection of womanly loveliness.
Her lips were lightly closed-such lips, '