The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-09-18
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had insisted on helping her to clam
chowder, and had passed her the tarts
three times; she had thanked him sweet
ly, and had gone to looking about
the room in an absent minded manLer.
They are not very well-assorted
couple-piquant Pansy Way and plain
Ben Allison. He is not bad-looking
man. for he has good face-a uery good
face; but he is rather awkward and very
much in love, and, although he has eyes
and ears for no one else tonight, he has
spilled both coffee and oysters over
Pansy's lace scarf and blush-colored
kids.
Pansy is very pretty to night in her
Amethyst silk and pearls, her eyes out
shining Madame Hempstead's diamonds,
her creamy complexion and red cheeks
dimpling all over with smiles.
Why do these pale SO suddenly, and
her eyes grow SO large, as alittle buzz
in the rooms beyond announces the arrival
of gentleman "a little taller and more ele-
giant than any of the elegant gentlemen
already assembled at Mrs. Doane's bril-
liant reception, He comes gracefully
forward, with that little toss of the head
surperlatively handsome people some
times have; his voice is well suited to
his amiable and genteel bearing, as he
| bio lota a1 To hic npctacc
How very handsome he is as he stands
there, pushing back his beautiful hair.
His large, magnetic eyes, his marble
like features, covered with such bloom
as Venus must have breathed upon
Apollo, make him the perfection of ply
sicial beauty.
"WLat silly lisp Ben has !" thought
Pansy, as she pushes back her plate.
"How sickening that cream-cake is! ~
and she quite imperatively orders Ben
to take her back into the parlors.
She has scarcely tasted anything, and
Ben is frightened to see her grow SO pale,
and all the sweet color fade out of
cheek and lip and chin, and he let's her
hustle him along obediently.
In the course of the evening she in
PRODUCES him to Miss Pinchem, a young
lady whose nose hooks into her mouth,
and who discourses eloquently over Ten
nyson, Byron and Homer. Poor Ben,
who has no taste for poetry or the clas-
sizes, sits on the sofa beside her, and
apiably tries to appreciate it all, sadly
missing Pansy who has begged for a
: moment to be by herself, and has run
| away to the conservatory near; she has
lust put her soft cheek down to calla.
! lily, when she hears quick, familiar
step behind her, and turns about nc
. longer pale, brt redder than the scarlet
gladiolus near.
; "St. Glare"
e "Pansy !"
n Both sit down on the rustic sof;
, among the nodding fuchsias and clean
: ders-there has been no smile, no kiss
not even clasp Of the hand between
s them, and yet these two are perfectly
= happy, with the joy of being near eacl
t other.
The fountain FLASHES away softly, th
y band clashes out in that sweet olt
"Norma" old, yet always new-that ha
j. made hearts beat quicker for SO man.
e Il hp,,u1,ne l,n val,
a of her dress; they look into eacl
t others eyes and are happy-they ar
going back to other times.
! "Do you remember" says Pansy, "tha
r night of the senatorial ball, whe
s. we sat up in the gallery all the evenin
!: and talked, and had 80 much fun owe
a old Mrs. Barry's dancing and simperin
with the younger membersT'
ayes, that was glorious night; bu
,r like everything else delightful, it is
e the past"
i "Do you remember what the ex-govel
1t nor said about my eyes, and you aske
70 him if he had not overreached hin
self2'
Is "Yes; and l would give half my lii
Re if could ever be so superlatively happ
l. again. "Oh, Pansy - and he takes th
n n bit of hand that has been wanderin
" about in her lap, over the silk founce
IN anxious enough to be taken, "if l coul
only take you and live five thousan
u u miles away from any one else, shoul
e. be perfectly haELy."
q "Why, it would not be at all interes
er er ing. How tired we would grow Of eae
m other
sa But Pansy does not mean what sf
says, for as she meets again that al