The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-02-01

! That is what she has come up all the way
from Cornwall to see. Lady Luttrell carries
h wherever her own daughters 60, and.
Well. ii is foolish to daily over simple
fact; Patience becomes the star, and out
shines her cousins.
NJ rcia does not care -she has consola-
ton of her own--but Nan flashes out words
sometimes which young maiden of decor
GUS manners should not use.
The climax comes one day when Patience
receives attentions from gentleman who,
before she came. was devoted to Annabel.
1t is like fire to tow; Nan says too much.
Wheroat Patience retires to her room, and
by-and-by, instead of appearing dressed for
ball, shows herself In morning gown,
and her boxes are seen to be closed and
strapped.
us aunt in her room ?" she asks of a
maid. "And will you have cab here for
me at seven in the morningp'
The maid is aghast; also Nan, who stands
in her doorway, is aghast and speechless as
Patience sails by sternly on her way to see
Lady Lutrell.
Lady Luttrell is indignant, then she
laughs, then she falls to weeping, as naught
else viii avail against the injured pride Of
her niece.
Tears succeed, for what further resource
was to be found Lady Luttrell does not
know-she only knows she can have no
scene Is not the ball specially given by
her for Patience? She is veritable match
maker, and she sees her way to curing Pa
tiences ssstarring" by grand coup. There
is minor canon within reach of her tolls,
smuggling his wings in the pure light of Pa
tience Luttrell's sweet, fair dignity. That
canon shall end all riyalries.
The girls generous heart fails, indigna-
ton and pride succumb, and she returns
to her room to dress. The best evening
dress is at the top of her box, and she is
not many minutes donning it. It is of In
dla muslin-silken robes she has never
wor land this dress, with its soft ruff1ing
of laces, is the most extravagant garb she
has ever possessed; it is Lady Luttrell's
gift. Not even the old Indian jewel will
she unpack. She shakes her radiant hair
into fit order of disorder and walks down
stairs.
Guests are arriving, music is sounding,
the scent of faint perfumes steals up to her
on the stairs; the fresher, purer breath of
flowers comes up and makes her think of
the dear old Cornish home, where the sea
dashes blue against the rocks. She will be
there tomorrow.
Jump comes up in her throat and gives the
lie to that first thought.
A man comes.up to her with the imper-
durability of perfect servant: "For Miss
Patience Luttrell, miss" With this he puts
in her hand bouquet of roses. From
blush to crimson, from crimson to blush
again, there they are in her hands, flashing
warm color over her soft wilderness,
"Unexpected-eh Z" says high, thin
voice at her elbow as Patience moves along
and becomes one of the throng.
Patience's face is buried in the mass of
sweetness; she does not answer. Why does
she not? Why does she not show her face
ssAh, yes, Miss Patience!" and the high
voice rings on cold and cutting. This is
Lady Luttrell, Titus Luttrell's fiancee, and
Titus is leading her across the landing from
one room to another. CHOW tell the
secret?" and she makes dead stop in front
of the girl.
All the color has gone out of her cheeks
as Patience lifts her face
sDo not answer any impertfnent ques-
tons, Patience" says Titus, in his languld
way. He is by no means languid person
in trath, but covers what originally may be
in him by the sterotyped manner that hum
dreds of young men love. ssTake my adj
vice." he ends, without the languor.
The girls spirit had risen rampant against
the cold, thin voice of Lady Ellice; she is
equal to most calls upon her. and she might
have flashed retort which would have
been magnetic, but she catches tone, or
sees trick of her cousin, which turns
anger into gay defiance.
"Impertinent-no; but answer a peril
nent question like Lady Ellice's. 1t is
really quite unexpected think shall go
round the room asking, ssWho is the owner
of this pretty thing this very pretty
thing?"
ssTitus, is she as simple as she looks ?"
says Lady Ellice, with unveiled scorn
"Ah !" this is an exclamation quite beside
the present small matter. sfYou will find
me seat, Mr.. Luttrell?" she adds in her
coolest manner.
ssYou do not waltz this time, then r.
He does not look miserable at the pros
pect; but, then, why does that intense Ian
guor ever lead enc to understand?
ssNo. think not"
The answer is chilly.
Patience goes off in an opposite direction,
and again her face is buried in the roses.
When she lifts it tears are in her clear eyes.
She is ashamed of them surely How proud
ly, with what noble, quiet dignity does
she walk across the great drawing room.
Her cousin has said that he would send
her flower to wear that evening why has
he sent the bouquet?
Titus Titus do you know what you
have done?