Daily Republican., 1885-12-18

ly; within, the r0d glow piAyou on
warm lux ury and on the smiling vision
In white, with her brown eyes all
aolow.
But she fell back with low cry of
alarm as q figure-taller and more
graceful than her father's-rose, ad,
vanced, and paused In the circle I'll
light before herewith . look Of tender,
smiling admiration on his handsome
fnce--in his beautiful blue eyes.
81 beg your pardon"-in deep, rich
voice" but, II the unbounded appre-
citation OF poor artist counts, 'mascu.
line admiration IL not lacking. Yes,
you are the very loveliest vision NV
eyes ever beheld. almost wonder
that you are real"
A fiush crossed her face, and died
away on her perfect throat, and:
"Who are you?" she demanded
hauahtily. "How came you here, In
my fathers chair? You have no right
herel"
He smiled dreamily, and:
my name Ia Thorpe" he said calm
". "Depzll Thorpe. A magnificent
servant ushered me In here, and "-dry.
ly-" sat down In your fathers chair.
I shall always bless fate that l did
So"
Again she blushed under his earnest,
passionate DISQUALIFICATION broke
into Q sweet, con tagious laugh; and held
out her snowy hand frankly.
He chung to IL az eagerly as though 1t
he" saved him from drowning.
ssIkrow You now" she fAid." Y, .
arc the son of whom ma NINA raves.
beg your pardon. We are booked
for large bali to- night, and-Parks
must have forgotten to annonnca you I"
He bowed low, still retaining that
little, fut Sring hand.
" From the after ,onsequences:I can
bless the OMISSION" he said Rravely.
Are YOU not pleased to see me %
" VERY pleased "-smiling up into his
face" Observation-Disclosures will be-"
"Oh - blankly. 1.-THE completion
is hardly 80 complimentary as the
start"
I" I kissed you too" she said, with
vague, Retrospective regret. q" ! am 20
sorry
ogre I cannot find enough hypocriie
treason IN my heart to say 1 am sorry.
Instead am immensely glad. Who ia
Douglas ?'
"Who?" blusing. "Why, the 'lion'
of New Y0rk-the aristocratic Southern
artist. Gracious-come, mamma ID
calling, and they are arriving al
ready"
Most OF the evening he talked with
his sweet, dear old mother, or leaned II
careless grace against the doorway, and
watched the glittering crowd in the
/ magnificent rooms but his eyes fol
lowed Violet ward most. And hi
heart ached with bitter pain as HI
noticed the adoring attention paid ne
b. the supercilious, wealthy Souther
nsr, st. John Douglas.
And he could not fail to see that hi
b image gave her pleasure.
Late In the evening he took her cart
aud glanced down 1t eagerly.
"Not o single oue," he said despair
inRly. You might have reserved on,
for lonely Ian, Miss Warl."
"An alien" she laughed care.estly,
should not hesitate too long. Tue,
deserve to lose who come too late"
"Indeedi Is there any latent mean
ing In that, Miss Ward?"
She blushed hotly, and q CLEAN
of anger shot athwart her lovely brow
eyes.
Just then gentleman stepped NJ
and:
"This 10 our waltz, Miss Ward,
he said, 3" but-Mr. Douglas is going
sing in the mushroom. Would 20
prefer TO hear that?"
: "Always!" she answered severel,
"That Ia q treat not to be missed"
And she swept away on his arm, an
Denzil sauntered toward the must
; room with ia vague, dull pain at b
heart.
. "Oh, yes," he heard one gentlems
remark. =" guess it'll come to clims
! to night. Douglas Is terribly smitte
and-well, she was fiirt always, but
guess she's sincere enough this time
Z "'Sweet violets, oh, sweeter than
All the roses"
St, John Douglas sanglit through In
fue, though rather affected tenor, wi
A his dark eyes on Miss Wards fine fac
4 then Is he aroee from the piauo:
!. "You play, Mr.. Thorpe. No? I
q deed. It seems to me that q man Is b
half civilized who docs not play 81
y sing"
. There was latent sneer in his tone
Il . malicious CLEAN III the eyes behil
his glittering glasses, and: :.
"There is one thing | can DO besid
IN play" Depzil said. ~ can throw
"a impudent, insulting puppy from yond
er window easily-using only one hand
at remember that |"
q Violet Ward overheard the whisp
and looked up with mingled fear q
Id wonder in her lovely eyes.
ha What q Patagonian he was, to
surel Men did not talk in society Il
IL way nowadays but she could not b
nd the smile that curved her lips As
liz detected o look of fear on the hal
IN some, supercilious face Of Mr.. Dougl
Somehow it lowered him terribly
n her estimation; and when, later,
asked the important question, her
swer was o decided negative-cap
- and underlined - hopelessly defiI
and entirely unsatisfactory, judR
ira from the fierce, passionate anger In
Douglas eyes.
"Then 1t Is on account of this brawl
eli new conner you throw me over" he
me angrily. Eyes, you would have 10
All me but for him. You would have
ed me and married me. Bah! and he
\. wife already-a giddy Partisan bs
rt or! A vile.
Do o9SS1 I've sentence was never dnish
ol DG SSr. Douglas, sadly bewilde
iS M asln !, end around he found De-
"a r Ipn.s ,ding over him with cline
i" a .s'.~S a.. hing, angry eyes.
i sna :, n1 ~. x. you coward /. ne "
g n,rsa sh hea ,r oso- i. Else your lie is
worth picayune. "A lady so, or
!. | v life 10 dead. Tell II. ,fficient to
ASut the threat was .. had said,
, duce' him 10 rstract oil he. MARI
y to lea 70 New York before IL rad
OF Den..il and the woman ho ~
j. hoped to win.
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