The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-05-08
HAUNTED BY A FACE.

HAUNTED by a FACE.
Only one glimpse of it was all that
Julian Chestwick caught in the swaying
crowd that filled the rooms OH the night
of Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade ball,
yet it struck OIL his consciousness like a
new sensation, Il revelation Of untried
capacities and possibilities within his
heart.
Julian Chestwicl1 had always laughed
ut the idea of love.
'There is 10 such thing he said,
Love forsooth! People marry because
it's mutual convenience, All established
customp
But when he saw the case at Mrs.
Pelgrove's masquerade ball, he furled
his banners and sent in his letters of
capituation to the little blind God with
the bow and arrows. Julian Chestwick
in spite of the theories Of lifetime, fell
IN love with Il Marquise of the time of
Louis the Fourteenth, with big black
eyes, a pale oval face, and mouth
whose sweet archness correspondent not
lily with powdered jetty locks, patches,
and dainty high heeled boots.
1t came and went like Il shadow-the
bewitchng face-and Julian Chestwick
fastened TO his hostess with a heart
that throbbed and cheeks atlame with
the fevered quest:
'Tcll me, Mrs. PelgrOve, who is the
MdrquiSe in the velvet trained dress and
the red heeled boots and the diamond
StOmacher?'
Mrs. Pelsgrove stared.
My dear MIR. Chestwick, there are at
least half Il dozen Marquises here.'
Julian bit his liD. 10 him, there was
but one in all the world.
He haunted the rooms like an unquiet
spirit I'LL the evening, until people began
10 believe that the Hungarian Prince,
with the tawny moustache and the
velvet blue eyes was an ubiquity; but
the face ShOne upon him no more.
SO you won't marry Miss Pearlfleld?'
quoth his uncle, a choleric old gentle
man who was particularly fond of two
things in this world-nutty Favored port,
and his own way.
no, sir, said Julian recklessly.
and what the-the deuce is the rea-
son?' :.
Because L love somebody else.'
'Who?'
Julian looked awkward; he could not
very well say, a face, nor yet could he
describe the quaint. lovcliness OF the
days of Louis QuatorZe. So he said
nothing at all; and in consequence there
OF his uncle went home in II passion and
altered his will
Miss l.earllield married somebody else,
and Julian Chestwick worshped at the
shrine OF the oval face, contented with
its remembered smiles as they haunted
his dream.
Il shall see her some day. he told
himself, and until then l will wait
patiently.
He haunted the galleries of photo
graphic artists-he pored over the
albums of the various friends and ac-
Iuantances-he stalked up and down
the sunny side of Broadway at times
when the tides of fashionable promenade
inundated it most overwhelmingly,
staring persistently into every feminine
face that passed-but all in vain.
Il shall see her. he kept repeating, IF
only bide my time!'
When Mr.. Field Pakenham invited
him down to Christmas party at
Pakenham Court, an old-fashioned place
with wide-thr0ated chimneys and groves
of holly and laurel and nodding ever
green's, Julian Chestwick hesitated.
New York was great human beehive;
in New York his chances of realizing
the dream of his lifetime were as five to
one, compared with any other place,
and yet Julian Chestwick was too good
Il chess-player not to comprehend that
the tide Of luck needs u change now and
then.
You'd better come, said Field PAX
enham, we shall have no end of larksl'
Shall you have a large party2' asked
Chestwick, with sort of lanquid inter-
est.
Twenty or thirty answered Paken-
ham Lots of pretty girls
1T will be such u bOre?'
NO, it WON'T
sAll right, then; III come.'
But when?' demanded Pakcnham,
who, having been ordered by his sisters
to 'De sure and secure that handsome
! Mr.. Chestwick,' was naturally desirous
Ito clinch the nail Of assent.
\ Net me see. Christmas is on Friday.
Z if IN Y come down to the Court Thursday
4 sskeafternoon.'
All right, said Pakenlam; land mind
SR you fail us, we'll have you hung,
Idrawn and quartered2 Why, man alive,
Sthere are fifteen girls coming, and If
ggssaon't get some musculine help I haven't
iii idea what is to become Of mel'
Don't get discouraged old fellow
8Sgaid Julian cheerily; 'I'll stand by youl'
s Pakenham wrung his friends hand
Rnd went on his way rejoicingl
sS Mr-Chestwick's eye roved SItom face
to face, as he took his seat at the long
brilliant table In the antique old dining
} foom, oak k-panneled and low ceiled, at
pakenhaln Court. There were blondes
and brlmettes, and blue eyes and gray,
4 4 craggy throat and dimpled shoulders,