Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-12-05

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ladies at hand.
81 never feel so near manslaughter as l DO
whom Lucy begins about that woman, NUT
tered Miles to Preston; sand it's always the
same. in season and out OF season: was
er-awfully in love with lay-day, and she
tilted me: her name was Naomi And SO
Inc babbles on to the bitter end, II you'll let
him.
Meanwhile Hartog and Miss Weyland
were dancing.
~ told them to play a waltz" he said, as
thew went into the messroom. "Such com.
fort; having an informal affair like this
We can have what dances we like"
"But you are not going to have waltzes all
through, are your she asked, smiling.
GIf you would promise to dance them all
with me should try my little best to do so. !"
he replied "But Of course you are engaged
for all the rest Just like my luck never to
have seen YOU before this afternoon"
"Well, l am engaged for a few" said
Olive, demurely.
ooh. only fewl Then shall beg for a
few. likewise Now, shall we beginl"
Mr.. Anthony Hartog certainly danced re-
narkably well; and Olive, remembering
Lucy's rather enthusiastic description of his
CAPABILITIES in that hne-enthusiastic for
Incv. that is-acknowledged to herself that
he was really the very best Walter she
had ever danced with-strong, firm, light,
easy.
aSomethi:.g like a waltz, this, he MUIR
INJURED in her ear, as she arrived at the con-
clusion.
Yes" murmured Olive in reply; then
added, rather more stiffiy: ave go TO-
gether pretty well, don't wes'
But Mr.. Hartog made no reply, except
that the hand holding hers ciasped 1t
shade more closely.
"What others?n he asked, with his brave
air of composed possession, when the music
ceased "Let us arrange it now, won't youi
or shall have a dozen fellows tearing at
me for introductons."
Slam engaged for nine-no, eight" said
she, looking at her fan, with its neat MEN,
orandum on the first bar. "How many are
there to be-"
@About eighteen, l think. Suppose you
give ms all the resti We need not dance
them, you know; and nobody will notice
how long or how often we sit out"
Now, it must be remembered that Olive
had been wofully disappointed by not find
ing Hardness among her soldier hosts; and
being disappointed, and in a rather reck-
less mood, did not care in the least whether
she shocked Mrs. Grundy or not There
fore, not caring, she agreed to give Hartos
all the dances that were left-that is, about
well, am really ashamed to tell how
many.
The next dance and the next again she
flkN,r,h - with partparS that
neither use nor ornament Then Lucy APP
peared at her side, and announced that this
was one of his.
said. in an undortone.
"No; the las5 was too shameful. could
hardly believe my own eyes when l saw
you sailing off with Evelyn Baumme, in
stead of coming for me. 1t only shows how
little your best friends are to be trusted"
GBut you may twrust me, he asserted.
"Oh, of course" careessly.
"And how did you like HartogT
"Very well, in tone of complete indif-
ference.
"He dances well, does he notl"
"Oh, yes-beautifully."
"Far better than l do, half regretfully.
III never danced half so we'll as l should
have liked; but so long as l do that, or any
thing else, so that it will please you, evewry
one elses opinion may go to Jewricho, and
-er-stop thewre."
am quite sure that if any one Of the
Scarlet Lancers had heard Lucy deliver
this lengthy speech, or rather remark, I'M
promptu, straight out of his head, without
any hesitation until he reached the very
end, they would have believed he was fast
getting ready for brain fever, or something
serious of that kind. As for Olive, she
laughed outright.
pray, my dear Mr.. Lucy" she said, for
getting his rank in her amusement, do not
trouble to make tender speeches to me; 1t
won't do You see, know you too well,
and what all your pretty speeches are
worth. I've heard too many rhapSodieS
about-well, shall we say Sally, for ill
stancep
"Sallyn
Lucy fairly started, but the start was fol-
lowed by a laugh.
"Come in here" he said, opening the door
of a room on the right of the corridor into
which they had passed from the mess room,
and which was arranged as drawing room.
"Would you like me to tell you," he asked,
"who Sally wreally isl"
ooh, of course. Who is shel Tell mo this
minute" Olive cried eagerly.
"Then l will You are Sallyp