Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-01-29
Jack made room for her beside him.
How did / do it?'s she whispered 70

Jack made room for her beside him.
| How did / do it?' she whispered q
him
1t was perfect am SPECIFICS with
amazement at your acting. I had no
idea you were so clever. This praise
was grateful to her; she was so con-
scious of having acted her best
IF you had studied the part for
weeks you could not have done it
better" She had studied it for weeks
She played with the buttons of her
glove. and held her tongue sit was
dreadful to me to see Yen act that
part like that, he went on in q
whisper.
Ibid it pain you?'' She lifted her
dark ewes and fixed them upon him.
! with an earnest gearing look In them;
| how different was now their expression
from that which he had seen in them
half an hour ago!
Yes he murmured back. because
/ love you, and you know it" The
charades Were going on upon the stage
and the audience was in state of semi
darkness She lowered her eyes. and a
faint smile lowered upon her lips; was
it of joy or was it of triumph? little
of each. perhaps. Il love you as you
are. and yet everything you do and say
is right in my eyes. because it is you,
he went on passionately-
A twinkle in her downcast eye.
Even the cigarettes2a she muir
! INJURED.
Il 1orgave you even that: no other
woman could have acted. t hat, and vet
| produced no sensation of disgust upon
me; and yet, dearest, tell me that you
love me, and that, for my sake, you
| viii never smoke cigarette again in
your Iife?''
Il win never smoke acigarette again
| in my life, she answered; and she
kept her word. But she would give
him no answer to that other question,
although he urged her to do so.
''Will you tell me tomorrow night
| at the Wigrams' ball, then?'
''Do Quakers go SO balls?''
'.How can tell-you viii go, viii
you not? You are going to stay with
| people close by, 1 hear; they viii sure
~ take YOU
I'm my gray frock?'' she asked with
| smile.
What does your frock matter? you
are always lovely in my eyes. If you
love me you will be there to meet me. -
Every well" She answered in her
| quiet Quaker-hke manner. And he
could get nothing more out of her.
The next morning, Miss Rose had
taken her departure before the rest of
the party assembled at late breakfast
table.
The ball was crowded; the party from
Fosborough Court arrived very late As
Jack Dormer edged his way through
the block of people at the doorway, his
eye ran eagerly over the bright parterre
of well-dressed women; he saw there
many beautiful faces, many brilliant
dresses, much glitter of diamonds upon
white necks and arms, but nowhere the
little gray dress and the quiet demure
face of the girl he looked for; a pang
went through his heart; she was not
there, then. Then suddenly, through an
opening in the crowd, he saw-what?
A lovely woman clad in white, but
white that was not so much the garb of
Virgin simplicity as the imperial wit
nesses of Queen-a white that shone
with the the luster of rich satin soft
ened by the fall of costly laces; dia-
monds sparkled at her throat and ears,
and glittered in shining circlets about
her round white arms.
Could this indeed be Miss Rose, the
Quakeress?
She was not dancing; when she saw
him she smiled, and held out her hand
to him.
How late YOU are-will you dance
with me?"
viii I not?'' he answered, passing
his arm round her waist.
''What have you done to yourself, to-
p;r 80 ha in hor
II have tried to make myself lovely
in your eyes.
s.Because you love me?''
Because love your she answered,
simply.
And that waltz straightway became
as Heaven itself to the infatuated young
man.
Hello, old chap, you are making the
This was from Viscount Kyrle, who
stood behind him and slapped him
playfu1ly on the back.
..Heiress? what heiress? How do,
Kyrle. didn't expect to see you to-
night Whom are you speaking
abouts''
About Miss Ingleby. to be sure. the
fast Young woman I warned YOU
against said his friend, laughing.
Il really don't know whom you
mean, Kyrle!''
.'On, no. good joke, my boy, when
you have just been dancing with her,
and she wouldn' dance with anybody
until you camei''
He looked across the room; Miss
Rose stood talking to his sister; her
face was glowing with animation and
excitement; the Quakeress in her little
gray frock seemed to have vanished.
Suddenly the scales fell from Jack
Dormer's eyes, and he perceived
the truth; his sisters greatest friend,
whom she had written so often about,
telling him he must really marry her
the handsome, dashing Miss Ingleby,s
whom other people called EAST but
whom Adela swore by, declaring that
her good heart and her true sterling
character amply made up for a little
over-exuberance of spirit in her man
ner; the Miss Ingleby who rode, and
fished. and SWAN, and acted, yes, and
smoked cigarettes Miss Ingleby the
heiress. and little Miss Rose, the Quak-
eress, were one and the same person!
Jack walked straight across the
room. and stood before her.
Miss Kate Ingleby," he said. look