The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1878-09-05

you are! Unjust go to Boston to purify
my English, see."
Hello, Nadge!" and small boy burst
into the room with q bounce that is native
to small boys. @Oh, Mss Roper, such &
lark II you had heard Nadge give II e
him! She was stunning, tell You, and
wicked Master Jack began his Lit Of High.
land Nora" again.
You horrid little wretch! Come away
directly" shrieked Madge, c0loring to the
tips Of her ears. You'll kill sunty's poor
head"
-Oh, indeed" feebly squeaked poor
Jack, as he was hustled smartly out Of the
room, while Miss Euphemia laughed till
the tears stood In 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 for the hOl-
days, and the luckless child had abridged
his own pleasures unawares; but the rare
delight Of tormenting his beautiful cousin
was temptation to enticing to resist.
And Madge was leased; she hated the
sight of the boy, and made her journey to
Boston the excuse for his radiance. But
the thorn he had left behind him was well
planted; the piquant ballad haunted Madge,
and flushed her face many a time when its
lifting measures returned to mock her.
So To Boston she went, to her dear
friend Polly, and found that proper and
intellectual city mighty agreeable. Beaux
she had by the dozen, but there were none
like Mr.. Schenck; none so devoted, so ell
egant, SO noble-lOOking. She missed the
daily bunch OF fragrant violets on her
dressing table; she missed the selection Of
new books that showed always how well
he OWNED her tastes, the fOrestalliDg OF
heI faintest caprices, the devotion that
was too delicate to obtrude itself, the
homage that was sincere yet courtly.
How young all your gentlemen friends
are, POIly!" she said TO her friend one day,
after an evening at which at least dOz-
en- sets OF English whiskers had yibrated
about her and been pulled before her, rs II
paying kind OF mysterious kOwtOw to the
latest goddess.
That's a fault they will mend OF, Madge,
laughed Polly. Even in dear old Boston
we have To grow up, and be iterati to
boot"
But l do SO hate boys!" sighed Madge.
And boys do SO adore yOu!" Knocked
Polly.
Madge blushed, and sighed. Why did
she think Of Mr. Schenck?
In the mean time, there in New York,
Aunt Phemy had visitor now and then.
Mr.. Schenck knew his friends, and never
neglected them; he was least OF all likely
to set aside Miss Roper; but she never
alluded to him In her letters to Madge, and
that young lady had already decided In
her own mind that her sutton had taken
himself of to parts unknO xn to stifle his
anguish by absence. II Madge had SO
good an opinion Of her own powers, can
she be blamed? So bewitching as she had
proved herself, should this man be the
exception to her rule?
One night there was to be great and
gay party, to which the friends could not
fail to go, and Madge took unusual pains
to render herself lovely for the occasion.
A new Paris robe was unfolded from its
boxes and wrappings for the occasion; the
delicate glittering pale green silk, mingled
and fixed with equally delicate apricot
and films Of Malines lace, was wonderfully
adapted to her peculiar colo-ing and style;
and in her red-brown hair, and here and
there about the dress, clusters OF tea-rOse
buds perfumed the air as she moved, and
with her dress l.. every tint.
Besides these, her sole ornament was
necklet Of great opals set In black enamel.
Madge, you are miracle to behOld!'
exclaimed Polly, as she beheld her. You
have given your mind to it as much as
ever Mr.. Toots did. Woe to the Boston
boys tonight, my dear! Even Miss Dorr
won't hold a candle to you"
Pretty Polly, fresh and sweet as June
rose in her white silk and pink cOrals, de-
served comment herself; but she was will
ling, fully, TO be extinguished by Madge
Roper, whom she wOrshiped, as one girl
will worship another. So she put the-fur-
lined wrap over her friends shoulders with
an amusing travesty OF fond, proud
care.
As they went down to the carriage. Pol
ly said, abruptly,
"Oh, my dear 10 think I should nave
forgotten! Lecretia Adams told me to-
day, in at Copeland's. while you were
talking 10 Ned, that there Is to he new
man at Mrs. Hopes to-night-a New
Yorker too; such an elegant creature!
Lu rdved about him, his manners and GUS
toms, his face, his money, and don't
know what more. wonder IL you know
him."
What is his name?" said Madgc, seat
ing herself carefully In the carriage, In
awe of her fresh draperies apparently,
really smitten by q strange thrill Of curl
Dsity.
Il declare, don'tknow. He's captive
" Hope DORIS, they say-fhe tenth
Muse as the aesthetics call her"
Madge was Reasoned. She cOuld not,
IF course, know any Of Miss DORIS alor-
nrs; but as she sat down, an hour after to
rest little from Il long walk, little buzz
md motion about tho door Of the reception
loom attracted her, ana looking up, she
saw, as the guests parted to admit their
Schenck; and on his arm
The most beautiful of women.
Tall, fair, with a stainless snowy skin,
and hair Of living gold, Hope DORIS
Greek features were indeed the very out
lines of ancient sculpture, with the in
spired expression Of q lofty intellect BEAM
ing from her great oool gray eyes and
calm lips; and her simple statuesque dress
u lustreless white silk, utterly without
fell about her like the draperies
Of Praxiteles.
Madge's heart sunk. How she despised
her French fripperies, her pulled and
rreped hair. her jewels-herself! What
was her giriish, laughing. rosy beauty be-
side this goddess from Olympus. with
knotted hair and flowing garments. stately
~ Juno and lovely as Venus, and, o cli-
max OF fate! leaning On Mr.. Schenck's arm
with gentle condescension. and answering
what he said with sereneAnd lofty smile!
How she hated in her heart, too, the
dapper youth who approached her, card
In hand, for the promised galop! How he
dwarfed beside her old lovers manly as
pcct and noble manner, Poor Mad9e!
As she rose to do her duty. she met Mr..
Schenck's eye. He bowed courteously,
but coolly. and, to her rage and disgust.