The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-04-13
Most willingly"

which the tight fitting Hungarian costume
set off to great advantage. His face dio
not belle his origin. His hair was black
and curly, and under a broad forehead
shone apair of deep-set, lust"ous black
eyes. A Roman nose, strong ohm. and
long beara completed his artistic appear
ance. and although not so striking as his
friend Bella, he posed greater claims to
manly be suty.
When Andrassy joined the dancers with
llka Aponyi, Bella fastened to the Countess
Scapary. who sat alone. smiling as her ewes
followed her daughter who was waltzing.
We'll, how arc you enjoying yourself,
Countess?" asked he.
Very we'll, dear cousin. You see Etelka
is dancing, and I, as a wall flow or, am en-
Toying my child's conquest"
At that moment Etalka returned.
where is Ilka?" she asked, giving her
hand to her cousin.
She is dancing with Carl Andrassy."
All! with Count Andrassy'" said the
beautiful girl, her eyes glancing around the
ball room in search of them. Are you not
jealcus?'
"No. indeed" replied Bella smiling. mot
Of Carl Andrassy."
His tone of voice and his smile did not
please her. She thought they expressed
contempt for Carl, and little wrinkle
formed between her two eyebrows as she
looked inauiringly 1T Bella.
He is my best friend, and-in love-"
Etelka Scapary blushed, and, turning
away quickly, said: Then, certainly, you
have nothing to fear"
The music ceased. and supper was an
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y lid like some fresh flowers in my
hair" said Etelka to her mother. The
heat has withered my roses, and they are al
| most ready to fall to pieces"
We'll: let's go, then. Well meet again.
cousin"
The mother was proud, queenly woman.
Many persons said that she was very avari-
suspected from her magnificent costumes
and trains of cloth Of gold; but still it
was an open secret that she had dismissed
the young Esterhazy, and also Gyula
Zychy, when they proposed for Eselka's
| hand, in consequence of their extravag,n IN:
habits.
Etelka was slender and graceful. She
resembled Greuze's picture of spring in her
simple white dress of light silver embroid-
cred silk, cut in the fashion of the day,
with very short waist. She wore pale blue
blush roses in her hair aud at her girdle.
Her complexion was fair and delicate, her
dark eyebrows were arched, her long, black
lashes Swallowed large, liquid, earnest eyes,
and smile of happy youth played around
her lips.
Bella looked after her, and said as An
Grassy app: oached. "She is truly charm
ing"
Farewell, FRIEND" replied Andrassy,
giving Bella his hand. Il leave in an
hour.
"You are fool if you don't t,y Your
luck before you 60"
"You know very we'll that am not eco.
| nomical enough, and that is what the Scapa.
ry exacts from her SON. in law. Just think
of what happened last year, when I, with
special purpose, paid the countess visit.
We were strolling in the garden, and l,
thougbtlessly, pulleda plum and threw il
away. When the countess saw this she
was highly incensed, made me long speech
on economy and prodigality, and said who
! ever pulls plum to eat may be economi-
cal, but he who pulls one to throw away is
spendthrift. and to a spendthrift she would
never give her daughter"
That's ridiculous"
II believe her, however; and since E ,ter.
hazy and even Gyula Zychy have received
the mitten, shall not risk refusal"
You are too proud"
Etelka, however charming she may be,
still has great fault.
Her mother" asked Bella, laughing.
NO"
What can it be them"
She is the richest heiress in Hungry"
What great misfortune!" exclaimed
Bella, sarcastically.
Rich girls are constantly told that men
want to marry them for their money only
and Hna11v thov bo)iovo II y
"WeA, perhaps you are right"
"Good-bye. Your .fnncee is waiting for
| you. We meet again next November in
Pesth."
The friends shook hands. and while Bella
returned to Ilka, Carl Andrassy, making
| his adieux here and there, left the ta'l-
room, and ordered his carriage. he then
went to his room, which was on the first
floor, to prepare for his journey. While
his valet packed his effects, the count filed
the little short-stemmed pipe which he was
in the habit of smoking, and stretched
himself, signing. on the Tongue which stood
in front of the immense fire. place. While
quitting thick clouds of smoke, his mind
following the advise of his friend? He
would, Il he were only sure of Etelka's af-
lection. But as it was-no, he could not.
His pride won the victory. Suddenly he
started up out of his reverie.
odd you say anything?" he asked o. the
servant, who was busy at the other end of
the large room.
mo, my lord.'
Andrassy looked perplexed, for he had
distinctly heard some one speaking. There
it was again. A fresh, melodlous, girls
voice asked:
Are the roses in the right placer"
, Yes. my child. Watt and I will fasten
A.dras,y understood every word. He
recognized the two voices Immediately, but
where did they come from? That riddle
was soon solved. The fire place of his
zuch a manner as to allow him to hear dis
,inctlv every word that was said. Eagerly
listening, he bent his head down to the
tell-tale chimney.
Are you enjoying yourself this EVENING"
"Tolerably." answered Etelka.
(which of the gentle1pan do you like
best?"
Here was pause. The count heart
beat violently. He thought that Etelka's
answer, which was of so much importance
to him, was spoken too softly to be heard.
He leaned farther over into tho fire. place.
"Still-Count Andrassy, she said, at
last
He felt like shouting with joy. but con-
tinued listening without moving.
Il do, too" said the mother; AMI if he
should propose to you?"
AndrassY held his breath.
"Oh, mammal" she answered reproach-
fully. Then, after little while, she add
ed, sadly: Il don't think of that any more.
don't think that will ever happen"
But if it did?"
."Oh, then I sheuld be very happy" said
Etelka, so softly, that Carl Andrassy could
scarcely hear it.
He did not wait a moment longer.
Springing up, he threw away the e1tin-
guished pipe. His cheeks were burning,
and his eyes glistened, as he stood in front
of tho mirror to rearrange his toilet. Sud-
denly he stopped, and struck his forehead
Was he not dreaming? Was it not delu-
sion?
Did you hear any ono speaking just
pow?" he asked, turning round to his SER
want.
No, my lord" answered the valet, as
tonlshed At his masters strange question.