Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-04-27
A REVENGE.

Grace Clifford dropped a rose from
her dress, and Arteveld picked it up.
"May 1 keep this?"
She smiled assent.
Are you going to dance tonight? p
"With you," she answered, smiling
cit is a waltz they are playing
with quick glance into her beautiful
eyes.
"Well, lei us waltz"
A flush rose to Arteveld's cheek, and
ne trembled as he took her lightly upon
his arm. Was she his, then? 1t was
only the previous day that he had heald
her say:
az will never waltz but with the
man am to marry"
They circled to the smooth measure
as IL they were swimming upon a sea
of sound, and Arteveld knew nothing.
saw nothing, but the beautiful face
against his breast.
The strains died away. He drew her
into the conservatory. A great clean.
der blOssomed pink above their heads
as he whisp ered:
"Grace, that waltz-what does it
mean?'
"That / love to waltz" she answered.
shaking her shimmering fan in his ca: :
nest face. Pray don't keep me here,
there is draft, and"
"Grace, one moment"
"Please don't talk to me tonight. I
am not in the mood for it. l want to
hear Madam Bonpland sing, and to
speak to my cousin Maud, and then"
"And then?"
81 shall go home. Thisis the fourth
party have been to this week, and L
promised guardy not to stay late.
There is the piano, and madam going
to sing. Pray come?'
He gave her his arm, silenced and
disappointed. They found their way
through the crowd to the singers,
where Grace listened and he-did not.
"Who is that tragical looking fellow
with Cousin Grace?' whisps red Maud
Clifford, to her escort, Profess r Stein.
IL do not know"
what dark face he hasl'
"a dangerous face" murmured the
professor. "I fancy Miss Grace is play
ing with edged TOOLS"
Arteveld got word with Grace again
when she went to her carriage.
"Pray let me- speak with you to-
morrow
ayes, come
She drew up the carriage window.
The wheel ground sharply against the
curbStOne in turning.
Arteved watched the vehicle out Of
sight.
He went to The Magnolias the next
day--the splendid Clifford place on the
outskirts OF the city. Had he been
wcrld wise, he might have known that
the heiress of The M4gaolias would
never marry the penniless northern
artist who had come south to paint the
'scenes of her nativity. But he was
young. filed with ambition, and in love.
He did not feel poor.
The servant showed him into a little
pink -and-gold room. He remembered
after ward how an oriole in the window
piped in its cage.
Grace came in quietly. She might
have been "a Greek statue, for any
warmth of manner she showed. 4
Chill came over Artevelds ardor as he
looked ut her.
She Sore robe OF white cashmere.
buttoned from throat to feet with
sprays of pink coral. A little golden
comb held the waves OF dark hair from
her cool face.
did you wish to see me, or nv
guardian, Mr.. Arteveld? ?" she asked.
you, Grace. You promised me last
might" She raised her delicate
brows.
"WhatY
"An interview. Indeed, Grace. YOU
must know what 1 have to sayl'
'~Mr. Arteveld, 1 cannot imagineIo
"That love you, thenl You cannot
have been 50 blind as not TO know it.
Grace, do not coquette with mer'
Belle OF three seasons that she was.
she paled under the earnestness of Lis
eyes.
81 am very sorry" she began, family
shaking her beautiful head. 81 have
80 many gentlemen friends, I did not
imagine that you thought"
THAT was the favored oneP" Grace.
you gave me red rose last night"
az forget"
''You waltzed with me-"
because you waltz better than any
man In the room" He rose suddenly |
TO his feet.
'"You have been trlAing with mel"
-':Dc net let US quarrel" she faltered. ]