The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1886-03-03

haIf-tender light TO her face, and why
should this expression die slowly away
and the proud lines of the exquisite
mouth obtrusivcly show in its steadp
Barker" coldly, "don't keep flowers
about that are not fresh"
"No, miss" said Barker respectfully,
but wondcringly; then her eye, too. fell
upon tho condemned Marechal Mel.
al left the rose, miss, because you had
it in your hand last night when you
came in, and there was Il bit OF water in
the vase where you put it, so l thought
you would not wish it disturbed
Did faint blush mantle that smooth
white brow, or was it tho wanton fire
light which filled the roomP
Very well, Barker; it is of no further
value"
And now the hair is done and the
muslin gown is dotted for n robe of pale
India cashmere lined throughout with
quilted satin and trimmed from neck to
hem and at throat and wrists with cost
ly fur. Thon Barker hands Il bit of
embroidered cambric oXhaling faint
spicy fragrance, and draws aside II
heavy portcrc, through which made
moiscllc passes TO a morning-room be-
yond, beautiful, coy apartment full
of br,c-a-brac and objects of art, an open
upright piano in ono corner, with Il
banjo, the latest craze, tilting its flat
sphere against one leg. a sci-coal fire
glows III the FURNISHED CRATE. Il tiger
skin rug sprawls before it, and break
fast service Of transparent china and
old silver Is set out upon Il claw-lcggcd
mahogany table near the center OF the
room.
As m0dcmoiSclir enters, beautiful
collie leaps forward, fawnug against
Il and thrusting his nose under her
rnrrs>ing hand. His mistress pats him
Il litilc nbscntly and moves on to tho
cable, where at hor plate is piled the
morning mail. Letters, notes. cards of
invitation. one or two blacli-cdgcd
funeral announcements, for death moves
in thc best society, too she looks them
adj over without great cagcrncss, though
her eyes brighton when she opens one
to read that u prominent man of fashion
bngS the honor of leading Il coming
muohtnlEcd-of cotillon with her, nor do
they dali when the next note informs
her that her presence is desired among
Il small select party which an ariSlo
cratic society matron is arranging TO
take 10 her country-housc for winters
lark. She goes on through her letters
while Il servant brings the breakfast
irUL', chocolate, pair OF reed birds,
with potatoes Il III creme, with an
omc!ctto AUX continues.
Mad2moiScllu eats with relish and
appetite, while tho dog, on his launches
by her side, his forcfect on the floor,
makes with his head in the air long,
silky. inclined plane OF his back, which
ends effectively in brush OF waving
fur. His eyes follow every movement of
the fair eater. but his dumb cntrcaty
gains him naught till the meal is done.
One letter Of her many that morning
she has not yet opened. She takes this
now, and rs she breaks the seal tho
same ilccting look which the dying rose
hal evolved comes back. The note is
short Il half dozen lines:
81 found my orders awaiting mo last
night. | leave tonight. May ! call
la'r this afternoon to say Goodbye"
The letter drops from her hand Tho
dog sees her cessation from writing and
comes ovcrto her feet.
Yes, sultan she says, stroking his
head, "hc may come to say good-by.
and then we viii think no more OF this
charming young officer with his small
pay and slow promotion, and his Tempt
inG suggestion of frontier barracks life. y
One more letter is quickly added TO
the number waiting TO be sent, then
madcmoIsclle hurrics 10 hGr room,
where Barker already awaits her.
Twenty minutes later, perfectly
dressed in q costume of cloth and fur,
whose elegant simplicity cqualcd its ex-
travagant cost, glovcd like q French
woman and shod like an English peer
cSs. mndcmoiScllc enters her carriage.
and the tall footman holding the door
bends 10 receive her initial order
She drives TO her tailor's where she
mounts wooden horse to have new
habit adjusted, to the jewelers. to select
a present for fashionable wedding; 1T
II lorists she orders funeral piece sent
to society house of mourning; she
leaves her carriage for five minutes at IL
picturc-gallcry to glance ut n canvas
which her world is discussing; she
shows herself at a business meeting Of
n charitable organization OF which she
is II member long enough to say that
she will stand at the Russian table in II
coming festival; she drives TO tho fur
riCr's to choose her sablcs, and to her
bOOtmakurs for consultation over bot
tines u la 81. Petersburg, and she hurrics
finally mo the bondoir of her dearest
friend:
Just TO hope. dear. that you arc go
ing down to Oakclilf with Ais. l.. on
the 2lst. No? So sorry. And, OH,
Nell, Will you kindly lend me that little
hook on figures for Tie german your
brother sent out from Vienna last
month? Mir. Il. and want some novel
ties for the Womhington BALL
THAT is the last" slic says TO herself
thankfully when she has kissed her
friend good-by. and "Ilomc," is the
word the fuotman takes as he climbs to
the coachman side.
1t is 2:3O when Barker is getting her
out of her outdoor wraps, and luncheon
is served, she is told That meal over,
,;ic must give her maid ten minutes
confab over tho evenings dresses and
twenty more TO criticisc an arrangement
her drcssmaker has sent for inspection.
Then few moments to loll among the
cushions of her divan skimming tho
chapters of the last novel before another
toilet Is in order. At she is again in
tho carriage i'm n sumptuous reception