Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-02-18

There was flush on Rosalie's cheek,
and subdued sparkle in her eyes rs
she answered.
II am sorry, Major Bourchier. And
now," she added, quickly, II am going
to ask you to give me your arm to my
carriage. am tired, and want to 60
home"
Lord Rockminster frowned, and
murmured a few words into her ear
which Bourchier could not catch; but
Mrs. Ormskirk's silvery tones were SO
clear that he could not avoid hearing
her reply:
eyes, tomorrow CLNI ma &
Then she dropped Lord Rock
minister's arm and took Bourchier''s
with slight air,of embarrassment
"You are leaving early, Mrs. lOrms-
kirk" he said, coldly.
eyes, l am tired" she replied, brief
ly. "Let us make our way downstairs
at once.n @sa
But when Mrs. Ormskirk's carriage
drove up a slight contretemps occurred.
The footman proved to be in state of
hopeless intoxication. Bourchier at
once informed Rosalie of the state of
affairs, adding that it would be better
to dispense with his services alto
gether. si ,rr
at is really too provoking" she
said. "Major Boucher, l must ask
you to drive home with me. / am in
most laughable predicament. Do
you understand how to work liftp"
Bourchier started, and then hesitated
a moment 'Yes, think so"
THAT'S Fortunate" she said, in
relieved tone. cat Megatherium Man
sions the liftman is often not to be
found so late as this, and l generally
depend on my own servant. l am too
nervous to work the thing myself"
Bourchier was naturally overjoyed
to do her this trifling service,
and he felt that the tete-a-tete
drive to Megatherium Mansions
would almost indemnify him for
the loss of that coveted waltz. He
seated himself with alacrity in the
widows cozy brougham, and they
were driven off rapidly-too rapidly,
he thought-to their destination.
As Mrs. Ormskirk had surmised, the
| liftman was nowhere to be found; the
night porter, who could not leave his
post, being the only creature about at
that late hour.
81 must ask you to escort me to the
seventh floor" said Resale, smiling, as
she seated herself in the lift. A small
lamp lighted the machine, and shone
down on her poudree head, piquante
face and radiant eyes.
"The ball was dismal failure
wasn't itp" she said, looking up at him
as he worked the ropes.
"Yes-n-no-not altogether" he an
swered, losing his head somewhat. 1T
would have been the happiest evening
of my life if" He stopped and fixed
his eyes on her face.
Eyes, Major Bourchier," she queried,
softly; "if whatp"
"If you had not cheated me out OF
my waltz, Resale" he burst out, inn
| pulsively.
Mrs. Ormskirk blushed and fingered
her fan nervously.
"Oh. Rosalie!" he said, dropping the
rope and seating himself at her side
why will you play with me like thisi
You know l love you. You know
have loved you for years" He hat
seized one of her small hands ant
pressed it to his lips before she coult
Withdraw it. He had forgotten al
about the danger of precipitan cy
Resale, listen to met
mot now-not herer she interrupt
ed with touch of her old coquetry
Fancy any one having the hardihooC
to make declaration of love-in a lift
And you used to be $3.50 romantic!
I" What does it matter where or whel
one speaks if the love be genuine?
love you truly, Rosalie, and have beer
very patient; but could not bear to Sc
that idiot Rockminstcr-"
Z" Major Bourchier, can not ALLOW
you to speak in that tone of one VIII
may one day be my husband.
Your husbandn'
Lord Rockminster proposed to m
this evening"" she said, dropping he
eyes.
y" And you accepted himP"
"Well, not exactly!' she replied
with m0lin smile; ''but | may.
have not given him his answer yet.
shall tomorrow
This, then, was what she mean
when she spoke those two words t
Rockminster. Bourchier's face turne
red with anger.
Rosalie," he said, hotly, you al
\ heartless coquette! | have done wit
you forever"
/, Il am indeed sorry you shoul
,, think so badly of me, Major Bourchiel
: But" she added, with the lighte'
! touch of sarcasm, ''that is no reaso
: why you should keep me a prisoner
> tell me so. The lift is at a standstill.'
e 1t was true. In his eagerness Bou
CHER had dropped the rope, and the Ii
!, was stationary.
I wont keep you a prisoner m,
ment longer than l can help, Mr.
> Ormskirk," he said, jumping up. H
pulled the rope vigorously, but the Ii
Q did not move.
Il Don't you understand the meehal
u ismp" cried Rosalie, in sudden alarm
y Eyes, of course" he retorted, trif
!. irritably; "but-but there seems som
: thing wrong with it."
= Mrs. Ormskirk sprang to her fe
8 with a little scream of terror.
@ "Oh, Major Bourchier, we shall |
( killed, know we shall. There is som
,. thing wrong with the lift! We may
v dashed to pieces--the thing may fall
: or-or something. Oh, what will b
!. come of usp" she went on, bursting il
s to tears. "Can't-can't you save m
g FincentPn
!. She chung to him in her terror.
Don't be frightened, dearest" !
l. said, trying to speak cheerfully; :.
n may not be so serious as you think. I
l. you know if this is an hydraulic liftp
o so, the stoppage may be caused by II
= failure of the water
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