The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-10-05

Is tHls-dll! 1dlCerl0pIV.
''Allr' ia dignifed surprise. Ger
tainly, Miss Grantley."
Il beg your pardon, Mrs. Caryngton.
Of course it was ALL"
Then, as the door closed behind the
employer of the fatherless girl, Vivian
Grantley sank back with a low moan.
Loyal in prosperity, faithless in ad-
versity."
Could she have known of the letter
that had lain on Mrs. Caryngton's bou-
doir firei
Next day, by the statue of ArchilIes
in Hyde-park, stalwart, fair-haired
man paced up and down with quick,
nervous tread. -----------
full, dark-eyed love of his, Mrs. Carrying
tens governess-this girl, whose sudden
bitter poverty had only awakened the
dauntless daring, the answering reso-
luton underlying her lighter, happier
nature.
Hark! was that her step?
He leaned forward eagerly. then,
though he raised his hat with gentle
manly Difference, drew back disappoint-
edly as he caught sight of the elegantly
attired young figure of his widowed
neighbor. Mrs. Caryngton.
..N1r. Deaner' in sudden surprise,
with one of the coy bushes that practice
had made perfect, and holding out o
Titania-like hand, exquisitely gloved,
''you hereP"
ssYes, though L scarcely expected to
have the pleasure of meeting Mrs.
| Caryngton. I had made an appoint
| ment-"
'Indeedr' with charming sympathy.
Gentlemen are so frightfully opposed
| to punctualityr'
| '.But ny appointment was not with
gentleman. II may as well tell you
how it is, Mrs. Caryngton, as we are
such old friends"
Mrs Caryngton slightly WINGED
Gas Miss Grantley is a resident OF
your house at present, you of course
know how sudden and totally unex-
| pected was the death of her father,
three months ago. l was engaged to
Miss Grantley, but the very day of the
sad affair, ignorant of the calamity, |
left England. Arriving in London
again only few days ago, learned ali,
and wrote to Vivian, requesting meet
ing here to-day. She has not come.
Pardon my troubling you with these
personal details; but" with quick anx-
iety, .could there have been any mis-
take? Mrs. Caryngton, do you know
if letter came for Miss Grantley yes
terday?"
She had been looking at him all this
while with sympathetic blue eyes and
face, in which the searching March
sunshine could find no flaw.
yesterday? Let me think"
A meditative droop OF the head, and
one faultlessly-gloved index finger laid
on the babyish, rosy lips.
"Oh, yes," looking UP suddenly.
''there was letter for Miss Grantley
yesterday-square, white. took it to
| her myself"
Did she read it?'' he asked, breath
lessly.
Eyes. Tore it open, glanced through
| it, laughed a little, and flung it on the
school-room firer'
He clenched his hands tightly togeth-
er in all the anguish of a mans dead
hope.
| 'sOh, Mr. Deane," in pretty, fearful
distress, ''what have | said? Perhaps
it was not your letter. l am SO sorry y
Thank you, Mrs. Caryngton, for the
shock which probably my conceit de
| served. But" with bitter laugh, 81
own | did not think woman could be
loyal for three short months. Good.
byer'
He held out his hand with q careless
friendly gesture that stung her; fol-
| friendship is, perhaps, the worst enemy
real love has.
For the first time, she whitened to the
very lips Under all the glittering shan
and tinsel of her life lay love as true
as natures like hers are capable of feel
ing, and that for the man before her.
'sAu reUoir, is it not?'
| "No, it is adieu. l am going away
| She was playing for high stakes
| Was she losing? One more venture.
'.Mr. Deane," leaving her little, grey
hand in his, speaking with shyest
trembling confusion, 81 am sorry fol
what have said-sorrier still for wha
l feel obliged to say. For" lifting hel
troubled blue eyes to his anguishe(
grey ones, lit will be cruel kindness .
$50 onr'
'Well," faltering just little, and eff
1 1tCtfNCIf ulOopIHg SOldCn ldSuCS
-"since Miss Grantley accepted my
proffered position as governess to my
little girl, "a gentleman has been a
the house almost constantly, and-oh
Mr. Deane, how / shrink from doing
you this harsh favor!-''she seems t.
like and
''Stopr' he cried, hoarsely. mis-,
Grantley is privileged to choose he
own friends. l cannot listen to this
You mean well, but-forgive me-good
byer'
Her poisoned arrows had gone home
But none the less terrible is the death
&C. sta9 dds # ssfh ssfhssn, sn.s and .svelled and fair
Such crowd as blocked Grosveno,
Place had not been seen for many
months. For tonight that brilliant lit
tie Parisienne and society pet, Madame
de Vivarol, gave ball.
Carriages rolled MP to her door in az
endless string. Ladies, stepping dainti
ly out on the carpeted, canopied pave
ment, swept up wide, marble steps, anC
into a very bower of bloom and beauty
into the softened radiance of many
lights, the tremulous crashing of mas
ter-musie, the fragrance and glow OF
tropical flowers.
Many, outside the fairy-land of mighty
Midas. and participating in this event
of the season only through the newspa-
pers, wondered, with vague surprise
why their ''little affairs did not go of
SO WELL
They forgot that very seldom dc
the wheels of artistic taste run smooth.
ly, unless bound by the magic tires Of
wealth.
Within, the graceful little hostess Hit
ted here and there, laughing, chatter.
ing, bewildering; ready ever with q
flash of repartee, the diamond-like
sparkle of wit. the latest mot
She dropped her cavaliers arm with
a quick lighting of black eyes, as girl
came towards her down the long-waxed
room.
'sAh, Mademoiselle Grantley, you