The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-02-12

what ails you, Lalia," declared the
young lady, half pettishly. "You have
done nothing this whole evening but
stand here alone in this window, bathing
in the moonshine. But"-with sud-
den merry little laugh "have you not
heard that Dian's orb has magical and
mystical, and sometimes meaning, infu-
ence upon this fair, fallen earth and the
denizens thereon !? Are you not afraid
But. indeed, one might fancy that some
dreadful charm has already bound you.
You 10 ok unnatural and ghostly with
the full moonlight on your white dress
and you are deathly pale, too, Lalia
and your eyes are strange. Are you
angry, or i'll, or grievingp That you
are very unkind, I know"
"Unkind, Minnie" iterated Miss
MarQuend, looking hurt. &c am sure /
do not know in what way"
"You are unkind in being 80 spirit
less and sad, and in hiding away from
us all, when these people were invited
here to please aud amuse you. You
will not sing nor play nor dance. But
you will dance just one With Fred, will
you not, dearp" she saio, persuasively.
"Who may Fred beP" queried
Lalia.
"Why, Frederick Auston-my Valen-
tine, my lover, my future lord,'' re-
turned the other, wonderingly. 81
thought 1 told you"
"And / thought you were talking of
| Wright Varian,' exclaimed Lalia, q
swift color in her cheeks, quaver in her
voice.
ooh, what silly creature you are,
my DEAR" exclaimed Miss Nichols,
laughingly, although she felt quite like
crying. "Did you think really I could
care for that grand, solemn prince of
propriety, with his owlishly big and wise
gray eyes, and tantalizing voice that al
ways bewilders one with its sweetness
and its suggestions of mockery, or mis-
chief, or sarcasmp What with his in.
teresting affectation of gallantry, his
hyacinthine hair and his marvellous
bronze yellow beard, I admire him
hugely. But I could scarcely be fond
of any one so magnificent. And be-
sides, darling" she added, with q sud-
den loving seriousness in her accents,
81 know all about that ridiculous quar-
rel. He will never love any lady but
you, and he is very unhappy, although
he Stimulates an indifference too pro-
found for either remembering or forget
ting. But he thinks you are hopelessly
proud and unforgiving."
cit is vino think that Of him." pro
tested Eulalia, quickly. "He did moth
ing needing my forgiveness-th blame
was mine-all mine, alone"
eff you feel that reconciliation is
easy, DEAR" remarked the diplomatic
Minnie, tentatively.
Especially as you are destined to he
mine" said somebody close beside
them, exhibiting q dainty blue card in.
scribed in silver ink: "Eulalia Mar
quand is the prize have drawn in the
lottery of st. Valentine, and by the eter-
nal shades of the waggish old saint
will claim and keep her!"
The girl regarded him o moment WITH
puzzled, half-angry eyes, and then all at
once put her hands over her face and
began to sob.
His jesting manner seemed to her to
be altogether unmanly, and almost bar
barous.
"You are cruel, Wright" protested
Minnie, rebukingly. 81 believe you
would jest over your own coffin. But
you are wicked to grieve Lalia by your
untimely pleasantly"
1.-The lady must learn to understand
my peculiar and characteristic man.
ners," announced this incorrigible
imitator of Petrucio, his countenance
unsmiling and unreliable; and being
wise, she will learn to gracefully toler-
ate what she may not particularly
admire. Surely, the raillery, tina
means n offense, is pardonable."
And Is the stupid, selfish pride thai
can be offended by kindly raillery no
objectionable, Wright" murmuret
Eulalia, looking toward him with meek
doubling eyes.
"The love that is leal and real par
dons all things, Lalia," averred the oil
lover, with sudden and tender and i'm
pressive earnestness; "and if that at
fiction be mutual, no misunderstanding
nor anger, no poverty nor parting, vii
ever make it less. My darling, our low
is like this-the real and the leal-ant
we will have no tiresome explanations
1t is always better to forget abso,utel,
that there has been any blame at all
than to attempt to decide who has beer
blamable. We are reconciled-that il
enough, is it not, dear love?"
cit is enough, with q reservation,
was the doubtful assent. "The provis
is, that / am to tolerate gracefully you
propensity for distinguishes heteroge
neous, miscellaneous, pat or unseason
able, witty or silly, and that do no