Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1886-12-31

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" turned away from her, but the tall
figure clad in the loose light overcOat is
not to be mistaken. He advances
quickly, and meets Dora with both
hands outstretched. She appears to
draw back little, and then he seizes
her hands, and, STOPPING, covers them
with kisses.
A film seems to creep over FlOrence's
eyes. With a stihed grOan. she turns
and flies homeward. Again in the pri-
vacy of her own room, and having
turned the key securely in the lock to
keep out all intruderS, she filings herself
upon her bed and cries Us if her heart
would break.
Not until her return to her room does
Dora remember that she did not get
back the false letter from her cousin.
In the heat of the conversation she had
forgotten it, but now, q fear possessing
her lest Florence should snow it to any
one, she runs upstairs and knocks at
MisS-Delmaine'S door.
"Come in" calls Florence slowly.
1t is three hours since she went for
her unhappy walk to the limegrove,
and now she is composed again, and
waiting for the gong to sound before
descending to the drawing room,
where she almost breads the thought
that she will be face to face with Sir
Adrian. She is dressed for dinner, has
indeed taken most particular pains with
her toilet, if only to hide the ravageS
that these past three hours of bitter
weeping have traced upon her beautiful
face. She looks sad still, but calm and
digniiicd.
Dora is dressed too, but is looking
Hurried and flushed.
81 beg your pardon" she says; "but
my ietter-the letter | showed you to-
day-have you it,"
NO" replies Florence simply; Il
thought | gave it back to you; but, if
not, it must be here OH the table,
lifting book or two from the gypsy
table near which she had been sitting
when Dora came to her room early i'll
the day.
Dora looks 70 it everywhere, in a
somewhat nervous, frightened manner,
Florence helping her the while; but
nothing comes of their search, and
they are fam to go downstairs without
it, as the gong sounding loudly tells
them they are already late.
Never mind" says Dora, afraid of
having betrayed too much concern.
1T IS really of no consequence. | only
wanted it, bccauSe-WelI, BECAUSE
with the shipper that drives Florence
nearly mad-"he wrote it."
Il shall tell my maid to look for it,
and, if she finds it, you shall have it
this evening" responds Florence, with
a slight contraction of her brOWs that
passes unnotiCed.
10 Elorence's modification, Arthur
DyneCourt takes her in to dinner. On
their way across the hall from the
drawing-rOOm to the dining-rOom, he
presses the hand that rests SO reluct-
antly upon his arm, and says, with an
atfcctation of the sinCerest concern
You are not well; you are looking
pale and troubled, and-pardon me if
am wrong, but | think you have been
crying"
Il must beg sir" she retorts, with ex-
cessive hutceu, removing her hand
from his arm, as though his pressure
had burned her-'I must beg, you will
not trouble yourself to study my coun-
tenance. Your doing so is most often
sive to me-"
To see you in trouble, and not long
to help or comfort you is impossible to
me" goes on Dynecourt, unmoved by
her scorn. Are you still dwelling on
the past-on what is irrevocable?
Have you had fresh cause to remember
it to-dayY
There is a CLEAN of malice in his
eyes, but Florence, whose gaze is
turned disdainfully away from him,
fails to see it. She changes color in
deed beneath his words, but makes him
no reply' and, when they reach the
dmlng-room, in very marked manner
she takes Il seat far removed from his.
There is a sinister expression in his
eyes and round his mouth us he notes
this studied avoidance.