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

nail-tcnuer llSnC TO her lace, ana why
should this expression die slowly away
and the proud lines of the exquisite
mouth obtrusively show in its stead?
Barker" coldly, don't keep flowers
about that are not fresh. "
mo, miss" said Barker respectfully,
but wondcringly; then her eye, too, fell
! upon the condemned Marcchal Mel.
81 left tho rose, miss, because you had
it in your hand last night when you
came in, and there was bit of water in
the vase where you put it, so l thought
you would not wish it disturbed"
Did 4 faint blush mantle that smooth
white brow, or was it the wanton fire.
light which filled the room?
VERY well, Barker; it is OF no further
value"
And now tho hair is done and the
muslin gown is doilcd for a robe of pale
India cashmere lined throughout with
quilted satin and trimmed from neck to
hem and ut throat and wrists with cost
ly fur. Then Barker hands bit of
embroidered cambrc cXhaling faint
spicy fragrance, and draws aside Il
heavy por'i2rc, through which made
moisGllc passes TO u morning-room be-
yond, u beautiful, cozy apartment full
Of bric-a-brac and objects of art, an open
upright piano in one corner, with Il
banjo, the latest craze, tilting its flat
sphere against one leg. a sca-coal fire
glows IN the FURNISHED CRATE, tiger
skin rug sprawls before it, and break
fast service Of transparent china and
old silver is set out upon claw-lcggcd
mahogany table near the center Of the
room.
As madcmoiscllc enters. beautiful
collie leaps forward, fawnug against
Il and thrusting his noso under her
narc5sing hand. His mistress pats him
Al little abscntly and moves on to tho
table, where at her plate is piled the
morning mail. Letters, notes, cards of
invitation, one or two hlack-cdged
funeral announcements, for death moves
IN the best society, too-shc looks them
ali over without great cagcrncSs, though
her eyes brighton when she opens one
10 read that Il prominent man of fashion
bagS the honor Of leading coming
much-lalkcd-of cotillon with her, nor do
they dull when the next note informs
her that her presence is desired among
small select party which an aristo-
cratic society nlatrOn is arranging to
take 10 her country-houSc for Il winters
lark She goes on through her letters
while servant brings the breakfast
fruit, chocolate, pair of reed birds,
with potatoes In creme. with an
omclntte aux cOniiturcs.
MadcmOiscllc eats with relish and
appetite, willie the dog, on his launches
by her side, his forcfcct on the floor,
makes with his head in the air II 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 cntreaty
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 sho breaks the seal the
same tlocting look which the dying rose
had evolved comes back. The note is
short, n half dozen lines:
Il found my orders awaiting me last
night. | leave tonight. May | call
late this afternoon to say good-by?"
The letter drops from her hand. The
dog secs her cessation from writing and
comes over to her feet.
Yes, sultan" she says, stroking his
head. che may come to say good-by.
and then we will think no more OF this
charming young officer with his small
l'''N anu $40" anu HIS teIllpL-
lng suggestion of frontier barracks life. "
Oao more letter is quickly added to
the number waiting to be sent, then
madcmoiSclic hurrics TO her room,
where Barker already awaits her.
Twenty minutes later, perfectly
dressed in costume of cloth and fur,
whose elegant simplicity cqualcd its cx-
trava%ant cost, glovcd like French
rnI sinI l,n
css. madcmo!Sclle enters her carriag,.
and the tall footnan holding the door
bends to 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
present for fashionable wedding; ut
florists she orders n funeral piece sent
to society house of mourning; she
leaves her carriage for five minutes at
picture-gallery to glance ut II canvas
which her world is discussing; she
shows herself ut business meeting OF
is n member long enough to say that
she will stand at the Russian table in a
coming festival she drives to tho fur
rier's TO choose her sablcs, and to her
bootmakcrs for consultation over bot
''hNo % i't '''' iilt Slc lliIIItS
finally into the boudoir of her dearest
friend:
just 10 hope. dear that you arc GO
ing down to OakcliR with Mrs. L. on
the 2lst. Mop So sorry. And, oh,
Nell, will you kindly lend mo that little
book on figures for the german your
brother sent out from Vienna last
month"; Mr.. r, and want some novel
ties for the Worthington ball"
"rhat is the last" she says to herself
thankfully when she has kissed her
friend good-by, and Home" is the
word the footman takes as he climbs to
the coachman' $ side.
IL is 2:3O when Barker is getting her
out of her outdoor wraps, and luncheon
is served, she is told. That meal over,
she must give her maid ten minutes
confab over the 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 sltimming tho
chapters Of the last novel before another
toilet Is in order. At she is again in
the carriage i'm sumptuous reception