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

celebrated she started violently. 1t was
as if she had been asleep and was just
becoming conscious of her surroundings.
But he did not direct one more glance
toward her for the remainder of the
evening, but kept his eyes fixed un-
waveringly upon the musicians while
they played, and during the intervals
between the music still occupied himself
with the mysterious writing, which, by
the expression of his face, she judged to
be important.
When the concert was over, and the
crowd was preparing to leave the hall,
quite by accident, Amy dropped her
muff over the back of the seat by which
she was standing, and it rolled to the
feet of the young gentleman, who, with
gloves and various other things in one
hand and hat in the other, was about
leaving the hall.
She colored deeply and stood looking
after it, the image of vexation, while her
father, quite oblivious of the mishap, was
playing the gallant to some ladies Of his
acquaintance.
The young gentleman did not at first
perceive that she had dropped anything.
but, turning suddenly and noticing the
direction of her gaze and her disturbed
countenance, with a quick Sc L beg your
pardon, " stopped and restored the muf
to her. But the proceeding seemed to
be attended with some difficulty on his
part, as his hands were already oTerbur-
dened, and in his haste he had not
thought to disburden them in order to
perform the act more gracefully. He
smiled slightly and with some embar-
rassment as he acknowledged her bow of
thanks, while she, for some indefnable
reason, colored still more deeply, until
the cred, red rose was not to be COM
pared to her lovely countenance in
depth of bloom. But almost involunta-
rily she returned his smile, and for the
space Of a half moment or so, which
seemed an hour, the two stood gazing
into each others eyes with the air of long
separated friends who are verging on q
recognition. Then, drawing herself up
with sudden dignity, Amy turned away,
and, looking somewhat amused, he fol-
lowed her example and suddenly left the
hall.
On her way home she discovered a
bit of folded paper, tucked away in a
little crease In the lining of her muff,
which, upon investigation. proved to be
a note written In a somewhat hasty and
scrawly hand. She made haste to read
it by the subdued and unromantic beams
of the carriage lamp. It was highly
dramatic and ardent declaration of love,
commencing mysteriously, Unknown
beloved one," and signed "George,"
with simple familiarity which was cal
culated to produce surprise, whatever
other emotions might be sleeping in the
bosom. Her father, with his usual and
exceedingly-convenient drowsiness, was
oblivious to all things, leaning back
upon the cushions, and the girl read the
note over and over again, with pale
cheeks and loudly beating heart. Then
her eyes caught sight of familiar name
written In a finer and more careful hand
IN one corner of the sheet, sc Robert
Walter, 25 - street, London, En-
gland" It was the address of her own
uncle, her mothers brother. GLOW
delightful {" was her first thought.
sDid he know him2" Then an angry
flush succeeded the pallor in her cheeks.
How dare he write to her In this strain
and she tore the paper into little bits
and threw them theoretically from the
carriage window, but, watching them
whirl away in the wind, she experienced
o feeling of regret and longing to re-
call them.
She reached home in state of un-
usual excitement. The whole world
seemed to have been performing strange
antics, and, like the old woman in Mother
Goose, she said to herself, "This surely
can't be II"
She had no young lady conidant with
whom to confer upon such an amazing
happening, and to be obliged to lock
such secret In ones bosom was con-
ducive to madness. It's presence changed
the color of every moment, and made
the commonplace days over into some
thing half sweet, half tragic, and it was
the longest week that ever stretched
from sea to shore, from workaday to
holiday, from pain to pleasure, that
stretched between those two recitals Of
the Beethoven Club. But the fateful
night came at length, and with many
deep resolutions to scornfully ignore it
all, if he should dare to gaze upon her,
Amy went with her father to the hall,
her head adorned with a new hat and
new dignity, also.
1t was early when they arrived there,
but he was already IN his seat, and, to
Amy's CONSERVATION, directly he per-
ceiyed her, he arose, bowling with as
much politeness as if he had never
dreamed of writing her love letter, or
had ever gazed too frequently in the
region where she sat.
She involuntarily glanced toward her
father, but, as usual when not doing,
he was conversing with some acguaint-
ances who sat Immediately behind. and
afforded her no protection whatever.
"Will you permit me to inquire ?" he
commenced politely 4; but Amy's cheeks
became SO deathly pale that he paused
in dismay, begging to be excused for
troubling her.
She took courage, lifting her head
very high, and the color returned to her
face In q crimson food.
1T is nothing" he stammered; but,
quickly recovering his self-possession,
he went on with some dignity, "only
that through my awkwardness last Sat
urday night met with quite serious
loss-a scrap of paper, upon which was
written the address of a gentleman In
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