The Penn's Grove record., 1885-05-09

that. even though / saw how she drew
him on, and then threw him over when
the cash failed, / am weak enough to
fear that ! shall forget jays wrongs IN
the soft splendor of her great brown
ewes. Through jays long illness | was
too loyal to think of its cause with any
thing but anger. But when he got well,
and [ left him so ridiculOusly happy
with the woman who had been lelen
Trevor's best friend, | took f0olishly to
dwelling on his good fortune IN that the
wrong oma had Tilted HIM IN time to
give hlm to the right one.
81 call that too bad, 'growls Dick las
we stroll through the Casino promenoir,
boudoir, reading-Toom and terrace With
out sighting Il game-tor OF course l
mean to plunge in medidS res; ito III
out and have a bit of healthy exercise.
They are doubtless either flirting IN the
dark corners of the hotel garden Or hav-
ing "a goose party with Yarmouth and
cigarettes. What a lot of heated, blousy
furies they look, those women IN the
dancing-haIl. How sweet aud KIND OF
YOU to come over tonight, dear Mrs.
birmingham. when you must be so tired
S.s-st. Hyacinthel Some chairs here,
near the door, so that we may get a
breath of air"
Mrs. birmingham and her party EN-
tered; and in less time than it takes to
tell it Miss Florence birmingham Is.
with himself, added to the ''furles, ''and
whirling TO the music in apparent con-
tent. 81,
Adapting yourself to- circumstances"
questions a low soft voice i'll my ear;
and. obliged at last to address her, |
turn and see such a beautiful illustra.
ton of falsity that the sight might have
driven Truth to drown herself in her
well, in despair of competition.
How happens it that the fairest
Helen condescends to 50 petty a Tr9y2''
l drlvel over her white ilngers-her I'M
g .rs-her fingers are cold, too, on this
hot September night
She is slow in responding, and have
time, and muster supercilious GOODNESS,
to look at her glossy head with its
drooped eyelids and small scarlet mouth,
at the soft white bosom heaving under
it's foamy lace, at the 1.-THE elegance OF
her clearly.deined figure, resting upon
slender little feet that hernamesake and
prototype might have envied. All men
are free to gaze-and why not l, whose
heart stands still at sight of this glorious
beauty, so fatal because it is so falsep
Naturally Helen Trevor does not
wait to answer; she turns to respond to
some commonplace of her chaperon, and
then lifts her perfect arm as If to give
me the waltz which rings out on the
night; and / have even forgotten my
Cousins existence while l float down
''the blue Danube" with Helen's beau
tiful undulating form. AS | give her
my arm at the conservatory door, she
says
81 wonder if you quite hate me. Do
your"
The glorious waltz has not put a
shade OF color into the soft whiteness
of her cheeks, they even look thinner
than they were last year, or at least
their oval is a shade finer; aud, as she
raiss her wonderful fringed eyehds, l
see the faint violet undermining which
speaks of tears mot baby-tears, like
summer showers, but the bitter drops
that come of deep pain.
"Hate you?"I repeat. "Well pretty
heartily i fancy; or at least | did, and
still should, if l hadn't left Jay and
Dolly 50 absurdly happy that there was
no viewing it with patience. l don't
think hate is the word"
Mss Trevor is looking out over. a
moonlit stretch of hill and river as |
cease, but she shows 10 anger. As she
puts her hand on my arm for our last
turn at the waltz she shivers slightly.
Got chilly on this hot night ~ l
ask.
She looks up INTO my face with her
disclaimer on lips %singularly blanched
and colorless, while an almost defiant
light shines in her eyes.
81 knew Dolly Hetherton loved Jay
Jenkins, even at Cauterets last year."
she says, with a cold laugh.
wounded friendship, too!' / an
swer, what a lucky ruin his wasl''
"Bahl Don't joke with truth. And,
since you know me so thoroughly, let
us be frank. What have you here worth
netting?"
Oh, to hear my beautiful darling seal
her infamy with her own lip5l L think
1t is the bitterest of all my pain.
"There's fat old Prince Bortchaska,
sixty, if a day, and with quite a new
and original shade of purple for a nose.
He comes often from the play-tables at
Luchon to see If we have anything
striking and CONNIE IL fdlt, as he has
decided TO marry, in the hope of restrain
ing bad young GalitZin, who initiates
him so flialy. Rather of the yulture
order this, but very golden game" |
could almost think that her lips tremble
piteously as she covers them with a yell
low rose probably because I wish to
Heaven they would. "Then there's
that Jew Noise, who stopped the play
at Monte-C Carlo twice last year, and has
no end of shekels of gold and silver.
Ctdcun u son govt, but | would almost
prefer the Muscovite.
''By the way" | go on ~viciously, 81
haven't mentioned the man In the Bath
chair-a petroleum lord, and as rich as
the rest-because | fancy Mdlle. Aline
Deslange, of the Gymnase, would allow
no poaching on her manor"
''Take me to Mrs. Jerninghaml'' in
terrupts Miss Trevor haughtily; and |
bow and obey.
At all events she is frank with me. l
wish she were not. Then we ride and
drive, climb peaks and descend ravines,
and M IS Trevor seems out Of spirits
and does not appear to ''go for'' any
one. The cool October waneS, and
warns.us to think of fight.
II say, Ted Livingstone, bawls that
happy youth n day, as l am going
off, with my gun to while away the
afternoon hours, you'll just be getting
yourself hanged for murder one of these
fine days. The woods are full of pic
MICS and such small dears, and you go
popping about ON the loose, IS If bag
ging a brace of pretty girls was of no
account.
81 propos of nothing he goes on,
81 have heard something about the
Trevor which has given nle dualms of
conscience. Pm told that the fair. Tro-
jan is really hard up-cleaned out, you
know-and by some family trouble that
Florry promised Helen not to tell, as
her mother and Helen's are as thick as
thieves. The mother lives in an eatreS0l
at Paris on 't%uppenee' a year, while