The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-19

permitted, until II crowd IN the ball
room began to thin and the clock III
the parlor struck /.
~ really must 60 now said Miss
Vincent, rising. s"There's1 o'clock and
/ leave at s.. Good night"
(Which way do yougo tomorrow"
asked Lawrence, taking the hand she
offered.
East. l must be at home by the
GOTH"
"And where is homer"
She gave the name of a village about
fifty miles distant from the town
where he lived.
"I1l see you in the morning" he
said. II believe We leave this place
on the same train, so Pinot say good
bye, And now just n mor dance
the last."
Down the long gallery they foated
into the shadow and out into the light
his clasp gradually tightening as they
went, her face against his shoulder
and his head bent forward until his
cheek touched the high coil other hair.
The music ceased suddenly, but the
arm about her waist did not relax.
She gave a furtive glance upward, then
dropped her eyes. With a swift move
ment Of his left hand he drew her arm
until 1T encircled his neck, leaned for
ward and kissed her. She darted
away like a swallow, and he caught a
last glimpse of her as she turned the
stairway.
When Lawrence came down TO break
fast the next morning it was nearly
8 o'clock. The early train had gone
So had Miss Vincent:
It was summe again. The work
Lawrence had contemplated q year ago
was finished. He had acted upon the
suggestion of his critic, he had turned
Pegasus out to Craze and given his at
tention to prose. The result was a
NOVELETTE, story of a ~day-called EN-
Route" which h~eprivately assured his
friends was suggested by an incident
of his Western trip. The book had
been duly published and thereviewers,
to use his own expression, had 9let
him down easy" Though the general
tone of criticism had been favorable,
he was much surprised to find himself
gently, and affably, and withal most
encouragingly handled by the Dis
patch. The writer was not prepared
to find so Indifferent q poet, capable
of producing a story so pleasing and
graceful, 20 full of felicitous descrip-
tons, SO fresh and unhackneyed.
1t was understood that the
young man was under a solemn
promise never again to attempt
verse; and, In consideration of
this assurance and the promise OF
ultimate success held out by thelatter
work, it was just that the public
should extinguish its resentment and
take the author to a forgiying and in
dulgent bosom. Th~erefollowed a crit
icism in which the claims of the book
were seriously treated, and by the
time Lawrence had finished the perus-
alhe was thinking that, after all, he
might have been a little too fierce In
his resentment upon a previous oc-
casion. There arose within hfm a de-
sire to make amends in some way for
his open derision Of this person, who,
however hard upon him at first, was
clearly without malice in the matter,
and had no doubt in each instance
expressed an honest conviction. He
wrote a note in which he acknowledged
the courtesy, and asked leave to call
and thank the writer In person. He
had a few copies that had been hand
somely bound, intended as souvenirs
for his friends. He would be most
happy to present one as a token of
his appreciation, etc.
Wbn roniy fn This fpiap1Iu rxyar%.,ra
was written upon a card, across the
left-hand upper r. of which was
the day of the week in gilt lettering;
on the opposite corner was a pen-and-
ink-sketch of st. George in the act of
vanquishing the dragon. Below was
written:
Miss Damon will be at home to Mr..
Lawrence this evening at 8 o'clock.
No. 7O5 West Broadway.
The sketch, despite theiimited space
it occupied, was spirited and indicat-
ed a knowledge of her uniattering So
briquet. AS he looked up at his own
sketch upon the wall he was conscious
of a ieeting impulse to destroy it.
At s o'clock that evening Lawrence,
bearing his p~eace-offering coquettishly
bound in gilt and morocco, stood up
on the steps of No. 705 ringing the bell.
He was ushered into the parlor, and
In a few moments he heard a rustic Of
drapery behind him. When he arose
he encountered a slender figure in a
toilet of black lace.
"Miss Vincent" he said exultantly.
III have been looking for you every
where. Ihave written you innumera-
BILE letters, and / have been three
times to that miserablehol of a town
where you said you lived. Why did
you deceive me?n
"Why did / deceive your" Well, /
did not think it would add anything