The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-01-22


the drive was thronged with carriages.
Bourchier paused several times, and
leaned on the rails to watch the moving
panorama of beauty and fashion. The
-nterminable stream of vehicles, and
the constant succession Of faces that
looked blankly at him as they passed,
made him feel somewhat M lancholy.
He was about to turn homeward when
he became aware of a pair of large
brown eyes regarding him from a
handsome barouche that had just come
to a standstill not three PAGES from
where he stood. AS his gaze rested on
the piquant face in which the aforesaid
eyes were set, flashing glance of
recognition shone from under the deli
cately arched brows, and a pair of fresh
rosy lips parted in bright smile over
set of the most dazzling little teeth
imaginable.
"Rosalier" murmured Bourchier to
himself; "and she has not quite forgot
ten me after ALL
He raised his hat and went quickly
forward to the side of the barouche to
greet the woman he had parted from in
bitterness and anger ten years ago.
''Vincent Bourchier, | declared said
Mrs. Ormskirk, as she extended her
daintily gloved hand; 81 thought
could not be mistaken. When did you
return from India?"
"Only the day before yesterday" he
replied, looking her full in the face.
sit is pleasure to find / am not quite
forgotten-a pleasure | hardly antici-
pated. l have been in the Park for an
hour or more, and you are the only
person who has recognized me-
I'll have good memory for faces.
And you are very little altered, she
finished, with blush.
That ready blush of pretty Mrs. Orms-
kirk gave her an air of girlish SIM
plicity that was more charming than
real.
"Would you have known me again?"
she asked with an innocent air, which
became her wonderfully.
II should have known you any
where" was his fervent answer.
''How crowded the Park is this after
noon," remarked the lady, changing
the subject abruptly.
'Isn't it wonderful where all the peo-
pie come from? And such queer-look-
ing people some of them are! Just
look at. that woman in pink bonnet
and yellow gownr'
MAY call on you, Mrs. Ormskirkpn
he asked, when they had talked about
mutual acquaintance, criticised the
passers-by, and chatted amicably, after
the manner of friends who meet after a
long interval of absence.
'Of course you may. | live at Me-
gatherium Mansions when I am in
town. You will generally find me
at home about four o'clock" And,
with another of her sunny smiles, Mrs.
Ormskirk drove off.
Major Bourchier saw good deal of
Mrs. Ormskirk during the next few
weeks. On some pretext or other he
contrived to drop in nearly every day
at Megatherium Mansions. The lux
urious suite of rooms occupied by the
fair widow was on the seventh floor of
the huge block of buildings, conse-
quently they were reached by that use
full modern convenience, lift. Bour-
CHER soon cherished quite a senti-
mental feeling of affection for the coy
little cage which carried him so easily
and so swiftly upward to the dwelling
of his charming Resale, and had he
been of poetical turn he would GER
tainly have penned sonnet in its
praise.
He was resolved to try his luck again,
and, in spite of the fair widows occa-
sional fits of caprice, he believed his
chances of success were considerably
better than they were ten years ago.
The worst Of it was that Mrs. Ormskirk
had at least half dozen pretendants,
and the name of her admirers was Lee
gion. Bourchier was often mortified
to find that the attentions of one or the
other of this band of aspirants seemed
more acceptable to the little coquette
than his own. More than once he was
tempted to risk everything on a single
cast of the Gle, and ask her boldly if
she would marry him. But more pru-
dent counsels prevailed, and he resolved
to abide his time. Precipitancy might
ruin everything. A woman, he argued,
is seldom won by a coup de main.
One evening, nearly two months
after the meeting in the park, Mrs.
Ormskirk was present at a fancy ball
given by Lady Ethelinda Roster, a sis
ter OF the most distinguished of the fair
widow s suitors. TWAS the first enter
tainment of the kind at which the latter
had appeared since her husband death.
Lady Ethelinda made so great point of
the matter that she wrote charming
little note begging dear Mrs. Ormskirk
to break through her rule. Her lady
ship, it may be limited, was extremely
anxious to bring about a match be-
tween her brother and Josiah Orms-
'lirk'S widow and Josiah Ormskirk' s
thousands, the Rockminster revenues
not being exactly in furnishing con-
dition.
Bourchier also received card of in
vitation; and he had the modification
OF witnessing the very marked attea-
ton paid by Lord Rockminster to
Rosalic, and what was worse, of motto
ing that the latter received his Lord
ships attentions with apparent salts
faction. He watched the pair with
silent wrath The green-eyed monster
had full dominion over him, and of all
Lady Ethelinda's guests he was the
most miserable. The brilliant scene.
the music, the gay crowd were like dust
and ashes between his teeth. He was
about to quit the ballroom in disgust
when, as on previous occasion, he
caught glance from Rosalie's beauti-
full brown eyes, which seemed to bid
him stay. In moment he relented
and went up to her.
She was standing with Lord Rock
minister and one or two other men near
one of the long windows.
Bourchier asked for a dance. which
was graciously accorded to him, but
when the longed-for time came round
he sought in vain for the graceful fio-
ure dressed in pink as Vatican shep.
herd@s. Just as the last chords of the
waltz were dying away he caught sight
of her emerging from a distant con.
servatory on Rockminster's arm. Bour-
CHER went straight up to the pair.
1.-THE last was our dance, think.
Mrs. Ormsknk, he said, in voice