Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-10

necklace encircled her throat, and over
her hands were drawn well-ftting kid
gloves of dull yellow, whose long
wrists wrinkled delightfully."- after the
latest modes.
On her way to the hall she had called
at the house of friend. who presented
her with yellow rosebud, and this she
carried lightly between her thumb and
forefnger. The orchestra was perform
ing some weird dance music. There
We're strains in it which sounded like
forests cracking in the wind, like the
wild crashing of tempestuous seas. She
listened, holding the flower In one hand,
her head slightly on one side, with a
sort Of 8" to sweet woe do I cling" ex-
preston, and an air of breathless alb
sorption.
A young man who sat at the end of
the row of the seats in front turned
suddenly, and, regarding her for mo-
ment, his first glance, which was one of
surprise, changed into that of undis.
guised amusement. He had taken Id the
yellow flower, the limp attitude, the
dreamy and melancholy expression of
countenance, but he turned away before
the girl had time to straighten herself
into an attitude of proud defiance, and
to fash him a glance of her blue eyes,
which would have at least surprised if it
had not melted stone.
"She is trying to look intense" he
thought. "Pity so pretty girl should
give herself up to such absurdities.
Dress, attitude and all verging on the
aesthetic. And what die away express
sion, though the music is as inspiring as
the north wind"
But he was mistaken. She was not
trying to look intense. liz fact, she was
as entirely unconscious OF the appear
ance she was presenting as it is possible
for a young woman to be. She knew
nothing of the reign of the aesthetics.
She had Just graduated from a convent
school In Paris, from which the fashions
of the gay world were excluded. She
wore the dull, dark tints because they
were recommended by her dressmaker,
and because she liked them she carried
the flower In her hand because she en-
ioyed its perfume. She held her head
on one side because it was natural for
her t. 10 so. Perhaps it was swayed in
that A,tion by the superior weight of
some partlcular bump, as IN the illustra-
tionsof the chronological journals. Then
the music, if it was inspiring to the brisk
looking young man who criticised her,
filled her with an indefnable melan-
choly, and seemed pathetic even In its
most stirring passages.
She vaguely remembered having no.
ticed HIM before, and, her head being
crammed with classical studies, she had
hkened his profile, which was fine and
clean-cut, to that of the statue of Apollo.
He usually read a newspaper if he
Glanced to be In his seat before the per-
Torrance OF the evening commenced,
and on one or two occasions was deeply
engaged in writing on sheet of paper
which rested upon the cover of pocket
portfolio. But now, for the first time,
she saw his full face, which. If she had
been in mood to be critical, would
have been disappointing, for it was al
together too broad to be poetical, though
1t was not altogether commonplace
There was something imposing about
the brow, not perhaps on account of its
shape, but it's expression, which, to the
mot casual observer, was suggestive of
deep thought and perfect candor, and
the eyes, which were very dark and
deep, might have impressed almost any
young woman as being eloquent, es-
pecially when their gaze was directed
toward herself.
But Miss Everett saw the fash of
amusement In them when in the brief
est of glances they met her own, and,
believing thas the amusement must be
IN some way connected with herself,
though she was entirely unconscious of
anything ridiculous in her appearance,
she fairly quivered with indignation, and
her enjoyment of the music was spoiled
for that evening. She had forgotten
that she had discerned In the profile of
this impairment young man classical
beauty, and thought, with scorn, that
he must be very common person, in
deed.
But after this little episode he not In
Frequently turned to steal glance at
her. And these glances she either tried
to Ignore, assuming such an air of dig
nifty that her consciousness was evident.
OF returned with such an excess of
naughty Indifference that the young
mans face was expressive of deep sur
prise, AID he seemed impelled to take
another glance Immediately to be sure
that his eyes had not deceived him.
Sometimes flash of amusement APP
peared In his glance again, but generally
it was quiet and respectful enough, and
given as if quite by accident, for he had
been seized with fancy to sit sidewise
in his seat, SO that her face came within
the range of his eyes quite naturally.
And after a time she found herself fol-
lowing his example in the matter of
stolen glances, and was vexed with her
self that her eyes would be such wan
derers, and her thoughts would no
longer remain within the spell of the
music. She detested this Impairment
neighbor, she was continually saying
to herself, but, by some strange
inconsistency she began to think of him
a great deal during the intervals which
elapsed between the concerts, indulging
Ii various conjectures concerning his
position in life, bis occupation, his fam
lily connections. And, what was more
surprising still, made her toilet on those
particular evenings with view to his
approval. She wondered which colors
he most admired as she arranged some
fresh pink roses at her corsage, and
what Stvle of beaIty he preferrnd as she