New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-03-18

but one never knows how to takaBer
nard.o~
After this affair Of the WI lite and blue
dresses, Bernard is for some days rather
cool and distant to his cousi1 |.
Edna does not Like it-her conscience
perhaps reproaches her-a1 ID one day,
standing in the low window, she places
her hand lightly on his coats leeve,, and
says coaxingly::
What is the matter, Bern ard? have
[ offended you? p"
BE turns his dark eyes upon her
withoutia word
81 am sure Inever intended! it," saws
Edna.
He takes the little hand lyin on his
coat-s1aeve.
IF you never intended it, Edna I'll
forgiveoit.."
Forgive what?" in innocent sur
prise.
But her color betrays her, and Ber-
nard smiles as he. says still hold ing her
hand:
"Youare no actress, little cousin, You
know to what I allude"
''But, Bernard, that blue dress was-
we'll, was really shabby, and you would
not aCall have liked to see me in it.
And besides you know-Mr. Derwent
had offered to,escort me to the party"
He's decidedly ofhcious and frissy
for his age" says Bernard dissapprov--
ingly.
"Frisky! Or. Bernardo" says Edna,
laughing.
Has he asked you to go to the pie
nlc.:" enqulred her cousin suspiciously..
Not exactly. He-merely alluded
Merely took it for granted that you.
were bound to go with him, and so he
needn't be IN hurry to ask you'll" says
Bernard wrathfully
Then hewill find himself mistaken"
Edna says with emphasis.
Are you sure of that?"
Sure? Of counsel And to prove it,
LII go with you, Bernard" this very
sweetly, e if you will let me, and aren't
engaged to Miss Ogilvie.
Miss Ogilvie is nothing to me. She's;
nice sensible girl, but I'm not in love
with her,. as Laura, and mother, and all
OF. them seem to think"
They say you liked her once" says
Edna, glanclnegy up askance, and half
shading her falaf 5tth sher fan.
.ssssl1 Aough, and, per-
L'HapAg glI lliiys lkefa her better in
Edna.
e aRs' 5 hbhent, Laura inno-
Cent? tered che room.
lt s,as a charming picnic, as every
body said. laura had plenty of part
ners, but as for Isdna, the beaux gener-
ally, though reluccs2tly, seemed in
elined to respect the Pre- --ptions OF Mr..
Derwent.
Bernard, from remote corners,
WATCHED that gentleman's attentions co
his cousin, and pulled his moustache
with inward wrath and resentment
He began, too, to look with doubt up
on Edna, for had she not that evening
encouraged him in the sweetest manner,
and was she not now, to all appearances,
equally encouraging bis rival?
A. Sudden thought sent the blood to
his brow. Could it be that this charm
ing cousin of his was coquette, and
was making a fool of him?
At this moment the couples began to
take their places for a quadrille, and
Bernard sees Mr.. Derwent, in his usual
| stately and deliberate manner, making
his way to Edna across the crowded
| floor.
Slipping past the row of wall fowe rs,
| he reached his cousins side in advance
of his rival.
care you engaged for this set?" he
whispered!
Eyes, toto Mr.. Derwent;" glancing
| at her card.
He takes the card from her hastily,
| and thrust it into his pocket, just as
tall head and shoulders loom up near
them
Dance this set with me, Edna ask
it as fayor-as something more than a
favor' he said earnestly.
| She knows what he means. He is
pressing her hand. This is the deci-
sive turning-point, which she feels that
she cannot evade.
"Our dance, I believe, Miss Edna"
says Mr., Derwent, offering his arm.
Edna hesitates, and casts glance at
Bernard, wistful and appealing.
He speaks instantly, and there is a
subdued triumph in his look and man
ner:
"Beg pardon, Mr.. Derwent, but I
think you are mistaken. This is my
dance?"
Edna slightly turns to Mr.. Derwent.
Her breath comes quickly, and her fin
gers tremble a little as she endeavors to
fasten that troublesome bracelet.
"Let Miss Edna decide which of us is
right, says Mr.. Derwent with dignifed
politeness.
He is a little flushed.
Bernard, on the contrary, is slightly
pale, and his eyes are intently fixed up
on his cousin.
She avoids his glance, and turning,
takes MIR. Derwent::s arm, murmuring
something about having lost her card.
Mr.. Derwent walks off with her upon
his arm with a little pleased smile Of
triumph lurking about the corners of
his mouth, and Edna sees no more of
Bernard that evening.
Next morning the girls come down to
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