The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-11-28

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
eyes ran eagerly over the bright parterre
of well-dressed women; lie saw there
many beautiful faces, many brilliant
dresses, much glitter of diamonds upon
white necks and arms, but nowhere the
little grey dress and the quiet demure
face of the girl he looked for; pang
went through his heart; she was not
there, thenl 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 white
ness of a queen-a white that shone
with the lustre of rich satin softened by
the fall of costly laces; diamonds
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.
GLOW late YOU are-will you dance
with me?"
"Will l notr' he answered, passing
his arm round her waist.
"What have you done to yourself to-
night?" he murmured in her ear.
81 have tried to make myself lovely
in your eyes"
Because you love me?"
"Because l love you," she answered
simply.
And that waltz straightway became
as heaven itself to the infatuated young
man.
"Hallo, old chap, you are making the
running famously with the heiressr
This was from Viscount Kyrle, who
stood behind him, and slapped him
playfully on the back.
''IIeiress? what heiress? How do,
Kyrle, / didn't expect to see you to-
night. U'hom are you speaking about?"
"About Miss Ingleby, to be sure, the
fast young woman / warned. YOU
againstr' said his friend, laughing.
81 really don't know whom you
mean, Kyrle!'
'Oh no! good joke, my boy, when
you have Just been dancing with her,
and she wouldn't dance with anybody
until You came!'
He looked across the room: Miss
Rose stood talking to his sister; her face
was glowing with animation and excite
ment; the Quakeress in her little grey
frock seemed to have vanished. Sud
denly 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 marry her; the handsome, dash
ing Miss Ingleby, whom other people
called fast, but whom Adela swore by,
SOOi anu llVI
true sterling character amply made up
for little over-eXuberance of spirit in
her manner, the Miss Ingleby who rode,
and tished, and swan, and acted, yes,
and smoked cigarettes-Miss lngleby
the heiress, and little Miss Rose the
Quakeress, were one and the samel
Jack walked straight across the room,
and stood before her.
Miss Kate Ingleby," he said, looking
her full in the face, ''you have taken
me in shamefully."
"What was to do?" she said depre-
catingly. IL had the misfortune to fall
in love with you at first sight, in book
sellers shop, one wet morning, and at
the same time had the modification of
hearing you say you did not wish TO
know me. / could think of no other
way of peIsuading you to think better
of me than the character your friend
gave of me. Won't you forgive me?"
she added softly.
He tried to frown, but a smile was in
his eyes.
"On one condition--will you be mar
ried in your Quaker's dress?'
eyes, if am to be married to you,
Jackw she answered, speaking his
name for the first time with that sweet
timidity which a man loves to hear upon
the lips of the woman he loves.
As to Lord Kyrle, he was made to
feel that he had put his foot very much
into it, on a certain wet morning, in
Adams the booksellers shop. Never
theless, Kate always declared herself TO
be under debt of gratitude to him; for
had it not been for his remarks concern
ing her, she would never have been so
bent upon proving to Jack that it was
possible for him to fall in love with
that horrid girl"
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