The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-09-08
INTERESTING STORY.
NOT AT HOME.


very cross mood, indeed but it was little
wonder, for it was the very evening before
that of her great party, and everything
seemed going wrong.
To begin with, one of the chief lions of
rociety, upon whose presence she had almost
depended for the success of the event, had
unexpectedly declined while, worse than
all the rest, her dressmaker had utterly
spoiled the beautiful costume which Sylyie
had planned for the express purpose Of
pleasing one whose admiration and approval
were all the world to her.
1t was certainly enough to make any girl
,ross and that dark, demure-looking little
French Canadian cousin, Aimee LIE Seur.
who, curled upon sofa with the latest
novel in her hand, listened with that faint,
shadowy smile on her thin, red lips, and in
the half-yeiled black eyes, resting on the
page before them, would have been perfect
ly wild with anger had the case been hers.
+" If any one calls, Aimee, you must en-.
terrain them yourself" concluded Sylvie.
brushing away some hot tears of vexation
that glittered ON the lashes of her pretty
blue eyes. My head aches dreadfully,
and | am going to my room to get little
rest, if possible. | shall not be at home :
to any one this evening""
Buff Monsieur Grey should call ~
suggested the cousin, gently.
Sylvie hesitated an instant, and warm
color suddenly famed into the clear, faii
cheeks.
" He will not, she replied, after a second
or two of thought He is in Boston, you
know, and did not expect to return until
tomorrow night"
Aimee was smiling, ever SO softly, but it
night have been over the story she was
reading, from which her black eyes had nc
once been raised.
Sylyie had turned to go up stairs.
At the door she paused.
"Don't forget, Aimee,' she repeated.
GO Not at home to any one who may call. -
Every well, said her cousin, quietly.
But when the doo- had closed upon Syl-
vie's graceful, retreating form, Aimee lie
Sour drew perfumed note from her pocket,
and once more scrutinized it carefully.
"Five O'clock" she murmured to her
self. "Sylvie did not leave a minute too
soon, for it is almost that now. Certaine-
ment, am not to blame that she flies into
4 passion, and refuses to see her visitors
That is her affair, not mine. How am ]
looking wonder9"
She indolently rose and took critical
survey of herself in the long pier glass, then
.esumed her careless attitude upon the sofa.
Couldn't look better for the OCCASION"
The went on, with satisfied smile. "Ot
course shall be taken entirely by surprise.
and this becoming a'egligee is just the thing.
I fancy that when monsieur leaves this
room"
Cling clang came the silvery tones of
he door-bell. And the next moment Grey
room, and his handsome dark eyes had taken
in the pretty picture that the French girl
made, reclining so gracefully upon the sofa
in crimson cashmere morning dress, her
little slippered feet just visible beneath ths
embroidered founces, and one or two Grim.
son blossoms carelessly twisted among hei
jet-black tresses.
She rose at once and held out her white,
jeweled hand with charming air of sur
prise and confusion.
Mr.. Madison greeted her quite cordially,
but ut once inquired for her cousin.
"Oh, Sylvie cannot be seen this even
ing" Aimee answered. with a light laugh.
This is the day before her party, You
know, monsieur, and one or two vexatioui
tribes, such as always occur at these times
have put her into one of her moods. Sc
she has strictly enjoined me to deny her te
oil callers"
" But she will see me, surely?" persisted
Madison.
His countenance had clouded visibly at
the word which Aimee's look and tone had
made SO expressive. He had never once
thought of his lovely, blue-eyed Sylvie as
creature of g moods"
To him she had ever seemed all purity,
all sweetness.
g Did she not receive my note informing
her of my return, and requesting an inter.
view at this hour? ?"
"Oh, as to that, monsieur, cannot say"
she answered carelessly. If you sent her
q note, suppose she must have received it
But that would make no difference to Syl
vie when she is in one of her tantrums
as you Yankees say. All, monsieur! my
little blue-eyed cousin is an angel SO long
as nothing occurs to arouse that unfortunate
temper of hers. But when once it is nrous-
Sd"
Here Aimee paused and let French
shrug of her shoulders and a meaning smile
finish the tale of her cousins "unfDrtunate
temper"
81 did suggest the possibility of your
calling" she resumed sympathetically,
"but, regret to say, she turned upon me
very angrily and repeated that her orders
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