The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1882-07-02

| grain;' her fair hair was RULED In that sweet
| order Of disorder which best suits n ureuze
face and low white brow.
"Will you put in my flowers 3'' said Ger
tie holding mp the great pink bells Of the
belladonna lily for Clare TO fasten in her
hair.
"Thank you, dear" as 1t was accom-
plished, and the little lady pirouetted round,
humming waltz In manner which caused
Clare to exclaim
"Gertie, are You Jewitchod What is the
matter with you ~
Nothing" said Gertie, bursting out
| singing in her sweet, rather small soprano:
'''Si vuus n'avoz rlcn mo dlro,
POufquol venir aupfos do mol ~
oh, Glare, how badly Miss Fox sang that
the other night, like n peasock with the in.
luenza And she needn't ask tho question
considering how people avoid her"
"Still, the question Is rather n pertinent
| one sometimes" said Glare lightly, yet with
a ring of pain in her tone.
Eyes" said Gertie bitterly; then with a
| sudden faltering of her voice and burst Of
tears, ooh Glare, am so unhappy !"
Clare put her arms around her and let
her sob for few moments in silence, then
she spoke.
al am very sorry; but, Gertic, you
needn't be afraid ava sure he cares for
you" Her words were very brave, and her
lips did not trembe as she spoke.
"Do you think so ?" and Gertie lifted
her head from where IL rested on her
friends breast. But why does he ilrt SO
| am proud and don't show II, but IL pains me
dreadfully, Glare. ] feel sometimes as if
oh, why should he hurt me when | love
himH''
T.. II. a.. - A.. n ia In
| him l' thought Gertie's friend, and the hot
glow of u wounded pride, far deeper and
stronger than that of the younger girl,
burned her pale check at the idea that she,
| Clare Grattan, should be suspected of flirt-
| ing. II was some little time before she
slowly answered.:
81 should trust him and he sure he de-
serves it; and, Gertie she spoke ner.
vously and as il frightened lest her friend
| should he offended wouldn't give him
any cause for jealousy by being too much
tonight with"
There's the carriage" said Gertie,
| springing up. " Pm very sorry, dear, !
| can't take your advice, as it's the exact op-
posite TO what l mean to do. shall treat
him Just as he treats me-"
With which words Miss Give ran down
stairs, and Glare had no opportunity for say
ing more.
How good ofyou to be early I" exclaimed
Florence Wedmore, entering the cloak room
| as Clare and Gertie were disencumbering
themselves of their wraps. "pve put you
down to play two waltzes, Gertie, and Miss
| Grattan for one"
"Oh, will play as often as you like"
| said Glare. Z" | am rather tired, and don't
want to dance much"
Florence shook her head.
Il won't victimize you," she said All,
there's the first waltz beginning. | put
down Miss Fox for that she always plays
the Faust and thumps so. It's as well to
| get her performance over before many peo-
pie come"
Jersey hop is very much more primitive
in its arrangements than an English carpet
dance. AT the former entertainment the
carpet is nearly always up--so far Jersey
dancers are exacting-and the boards are
polished, as the doors are removed, the fur
ture piled away, and the lights fixed by the
young men mtimoS of the house. All your
friends plate is held in requisition, and mir
rors, flowers, and other such adornments
are freely lent and borrowed. IceJ and sit
down suppers are rare, lemonade, claret-cup,
and light refreshments being usually the
order of the day. If you have friend who
possesses n butler, borrow him with the
| plate, if not, rest conteuted without one.
| Bands are seldom seen or heard, the general
arrangements being that the performance OF
the music shall he divided among the guests
each family being expected to supply SC
many dances. They are very pleasant very
informal, and sometimes slightly wild, these
Jersey hops. l am not speaking, of course
of the stately dances given in the aristo
cratic region of Rouge Bouillon, nor of the
military balls, but of the small hops of from
thirty TO eighty, principally in the Shingles
The Wedmores was a pattern one of it,
kind-bright, gay, with all the girls pretty
and good dancers-it is hard to find a Jer
sey girl who is not both. The dancing room
soon grew full, but neither Mr.. Moray no.
Capt. Rashton had yet appeared, though
they went to their respective abodes to doI
evening dress shortly before o'clock Tn,
night was so sweet and warm that the plan,
had been moved into the veranda which sur
rounded the house, and which had beer
hung with four paper lanterns-a proceed
ing which caused many old ladies to remark
enthusiastically that "it looked like fairy
land" Outside this fairyland was cool
calm, scented garden, a wide, hushed sky
moonless, but bright with stars, and fal
off the restless splash of the waves on tn,
shore. Inside was lit room, gay will
evergreens and bright with many colorec
dresses, pretty faces, and the rhythmica
sound of dancing feet.
Clare sat at the piano between these tw,
worlds the light falling on her showed hel
to the eyes of a man who had entered by tn,
garden way, as only an intimate of the Wed
mores would have dared TO do. There wer,
many people near her in the veranda-girl
without partners, girls sitting the dance on
with their partners, old ladies' talking sean
dal, old gentlemen talking politics, ner
vous boy who dared not dance, gloom,
man who wished TO do so and could not
but Percy Moray only saw Clare.
She was dressed in n simply made dress
unilounced and untortured by fashion, o
soft silk, the color of the outer leaves O
the daifodil, which deepened in the folds o
the drapery with subtle gradations of shade
In her black hair were set two or three ste
phanotis stars the outline of her face wa
calm and tair-Percy thought sad. TIL
heavy-lidded gray eyes were not on he
music; her hands moved mechanically
How different she was from other women
How unlike her dress, her face, her words t.
anything he had ever known! He wa
twenty seven, and he loved her, loved her
loved her--the words formed themselves t
the rhythm of the passionate German walt
she was playing. 1t was a conventional
sickly-swcet thing, but 10 the young man i
now, for the first time, became lively an,
full of meaning-the expression which hi
love needed. He wished that he and sli
were Waiting to it. Anyhow, he would a
the next best thing-ask her for the follow
ing dance.
Alas, before he could move to her, tn
waltz ended. Clare was monopolized b.
| Loo, a..
her, and Percy himself was discovered b,
Miss Wedmore. who insisted on INTRODUCING
him to a red-haired heiress, who smile
sweetly, as she hoped Mr.. Moray did no
mind deur femps-she did not dance anythin
else.
Percival Moray was a lieute nant of Illus
sars, whose father lived in Jersey. The no
himself, when a child, became favort
with his mothers brother, who procaime
him rs his heir petted him as n child, sen
him TO Eton, bought him his commission
only asking in return that ha shnuId enan