Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-10-16

going into. wish you joy. Mr.. TresHlian and
happiness through another's eyes; but ut few W
ptople are born under such lucky star as you
! and Cecil"
| he was almost traitor to his resolve as he
pressed that slender white hand. For a mo-
| ment the desire seized him to draw her to him
TO give up all idea of making Cecil happy, to
think only of HIMSELF bus he released the
hand. and with it he let drop forever the
thought OF Olive Denzils love. Only a few
| many minutes were over Edgar was again in the
| square: The door OF what had sometimes seemed
SOFT OF paradise to hin was closed and he
! Maynard-and duty.
That evening. at about ten O'Clock, Edgar en-.
tered MIS- Appleton's rooms. where We're as
/ goers. good many eyes fingered on him as
he made his way through. There was not a
nandSomeF young u al In the room, and he
/ looked even ha0dSOner than usual that night
orally wanted. animation. Two girls were
| standing together. one tall, slender, In white
SILK. with punches OF eXoUic5 here and there
was Miss Denzil the other, smaller and less
| striking, though not without attractions Of her
| own, was Cecil Maynard. She had sensitive
| face, which was almost too true an index TO her
thoughts; dark blue eyes, honest and tender-a
nltle W1stful, too-brown, wavy hair; CON
| plexion which made pretty contrast to Olives
ivory pailor. Cecil always felt annoyed with
her own tiresome trick Of blushlng: other peo-
| pie thought IL pretty enough. S)mething now
| In Edgar's intent look rs it fell UPON her
brought the eloqueat, foolish flush almost 70
her forehead, which OliTe's slight, sarcastic
smile did not tend to diminish. Possessing
| himself OF Miss Maynard's card Edgar quietly
returned it to her with the initials E. T. opp
site every round dance Olive turned away 70
bow to an eager partner hurrying forward: and
Cecil looked doubtfully in her cousia'5 face.
- What doyou mean BY putting me down for
all these. Edgar?" she asked simply.
"What do those hieraglyphic3 generally
mean?' ne answered, smiling.
But II | dance With You all those tines
- She stopped.
Wei if you dance with me all those times,
what will happen, Cecil?"
Mamma VIII not be pleased; aud-be-
side"-
0Well?"
People might wonder" she murnlured
Never mind that. Come now; don't be tisa-
greeabe. and spoil my enjoyment! Let me
have cne perfect evening tO-Dight, and don't
Think about what comes after
How foolish to talk like that, Edgar" re-
turned Cecil, severely. You need not treat
me as you do other young ladies' we ha ye
known each other too long"
How 90 treat other young ladies, pray?"
ne fa asked Laughing. 81 assure you, don't In
You know Whit / mean. You need not
take the trouble TO 1iirt with me-"
DO you call 1t flirting TO want to dance
every waltz with you: l 90 not. 1 never have
illrted. never want 90 firt with you Cecil"
Something gravely tender In his tone struck
her strangely. she had never heard him
speak SO before. She raised her clear candid
eyes to his; but met there SO soft an answer
that they fell again beneath it, and the hand
upon his arm began to tremble. They did not
take many turns in the waltz; Edgar was lazy,
AID said 1t was too hot TO dance; and before
very long he had established his partner in d
quiet nook OF the conservatory behind great
orange tree, where two low seats were most
conveniently placed. AS they disappeared,
Miss Denztl's eyes lighted upon them with a
peculiar expression-nOt exactly pleasant
one
a. Won law hov,r intor5ao+,a r,oo;, +r,,,,. o..
speak in her usual laughing easy way with
him. why do you want to bring me In here?
You know l Ike Waiting better than any
thing"
.Oh, we Will have plenty Of Waiting pres.
emily. | am not lazF Just now. l never felt
less so: but want to get you all to myself
alone: You know it Is my only chance on these
occasions l don't know whether It Is your
fault or your fanliiy's, but you are always In
CROWD or wa at home. ! often want to send them al
why, Edgar. what nonsense What on
earth should you want that fOr?' =
Why should want TO get you all to my
self? Well. think your own comm1n sea;e
may tell you why"
Edgar" Cecil said, In a slightly dtsp'elso1
zone, zone turning - her head away Il Won1er You
ont care for that sort of thing. you know
What sort OF thing, Cecil? Why are y0u 81
cross? What sort Of thing is it you don't like?
Is IL that you don't like me to love you?,
Love me? o Edgar! l know you don't
mean it; a silly DREAM"
Cecil, am afraid you have very bad opin-
Look at me, darling, and see If you think you
shall De able to care for lazy gOod-for-nothing
fellow like me?'
We may leave the rest to the readers fancy.
When tender hearted girl is asked to take the
very man OF ali Others She has secretly fixed
ner heart upon, She Is not very long he5ttatinr
Edgar and Cecil were an unconscionably long
tlme In the conservatory. Mrs. Maynard had
begun to look somewhat anXiously for her
daughter. who had very pink cheeks when she
Presently, Olive drew Cecn on one SID,
Wen, my DEAR she whispered, sis Il I'll
right? Have you discovered that while you
were 1retting about him he was signing for
you?. There was certain something In her
zone that Jared the sensitive girl The thought
passed through her with a sudden pang:'
wsn - mad told Olive cared for him. and she
isn't very good place for confessions, olive.
iou VIII know all ABOUT it soon enough"
"On, there Is something to know, then? Wei,
Gear, congratulate you. Ia your case true
rove seems destined to run very smooth In Iced "
The rest OF the evening was one dream OF
haDp1nesS-perhaps the most perfect Cecil was
desllned ever to know. Mrs. Maynard could
one oe IeSt ner oaugners entreatles for just
Steailng up the east as Edgar placed her In tle
DrOuS ham. Her sweet eyes we're q little haayg
ana bllf Ia Iaee looked pale by the gar5n leat
Ior th2t- He wrapped the white cloak ry11d
Ger 1lir neck, ana lOnged 20 kiss her as he GIi
so; but MIS- Maynard was there ana in
salutfngS must wait for a happier ODo1r;1nirT
A0eu, d2rling," he whispered Il Shall f.3il
on mamma before lunch; and IL she aiI0r5 7
snail Try AID take you on the water. ii,"u
my own little Wife!' -
10 his fathers aStonishmant Ei-lr i0,5aj
him at breakfast, looking as animated "a If
Gancng I'LL four in the morning was the health
lest occupation imaginable. Mr.. TresilIian was
tail, heavy, graVe-lO0king mana very Dt,.
ture OF British r1oneyrd man OF high rH,os,f
abllity. He spoke always slowly ann with
caution, and was never known to betraY flaI.
Ing, except where his son was concerned This
only son was his idol; for him he WORKED and
anasSed money; to please him he would have
given up the most cherished hopes of his Ifa
Edgar had never been crossed by his father
and had true affection for h,n; but there was
no intimacy between them Mr. TreSilIiap had
not an Intimate In the world
why, what on earth'S the meaning OF this
Edgar?" he said, smiling as his son entered
the room. "Of all mornings to choose. this
ought to be the last for so early an APPEAR
ance7 You can't have been In bed three
hours"
:" Did you hear me come in?"
Yes, it was broad daylight. Have you any,
thing to say to me, my boy?'
Yes, sir. You know you have been urging
me to marry lately"
"Yes,' said his father, eagerly, as he
paused. "And are you going to take my ad-
II hope so. If you have no objection
"And the LADY,"
:" Is Cecilia Maynard"