The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-01-06
THANKS TO THE roe,

down old ma inquired Val Forces
ter, as he lit another cigarette, and
lounging back in his comfortable arm
shair, looked contemplatively up at the
ceiling.
A conscious smile lowered around the
yellow tips Of Captain Vivian's nous
taches. well, I don't know, /" he said
slowly. Mean to take a look round
and see what is going on"
Whatever you do, eschew good
looks. Pleasant enough, I'll allow, il
you could keep them for your own con-
sumption; but an intolerable nuisance,
as you can't blind your friends"
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you day after day would be deuced nm
pleasant.
eyes, but a beauty is the devil. Poor
Cornwall never got over it, when his
wife had once become the fashion. She
took all the individuality out of him,
and, as Mrs. CORVALLIS husband, he
provided . Competitor other men to tread
on. Have yougot any one in your eye 2"
Vivian blushed like a girls "I-deE't
know just yet. It's five years since /
saw herr
slime for a woman to be married
over aud over again; or, worse than that,
she might have had the smallpox or
lost an eye. What's her name and
where does she hang out?"
The other leaned forward and lowered
his voice. "Mind-strict confidence
Mabel Lorraine
"By jove!" and Val Forester sat bolt
upright, an expression Of dismay over
his pleasant face.
"What are you looking like that for ?
You are not hard hit. It's not q case Of
I'll have her-or die?"
"No, no, nothing of the sort, " the
Wilderness of his cheeks belying his
words. II was at her wedding last
month"
Frank Vivian stopped to pick up the
cigar he had dropped. "Her name? ?"
His voice Was calm, but hoarse.
"Lady Wayerly. Her husbands Sir
Guy. He ran a horse for the Derby, but
it fell dead lame before it reached the cor
ner. Have a B. and ST." as VivicI rose
III q hurry.
Thanks. Can't stop. Forgotten an
appointment. Ia, ta." With his hat
drawn over his eyes he hurried down
the steps of the Army and Navy, up st.
James street into Piccadilly, not caring
in the least where he went, only anxious
.e se44agax tem he cccts.-a greet
ings Of his friends.
Knowing -thatromance was q thing to
be sneered at, that true love was q butt
for chaft and contempt, he had buried
his dream in the depths of his heart,
and hirted with Che Calcutta bellies as
gayly as the rest Of his brother officers.
Now it was all over-the dream as
well as the hope Of realization. he had
thought that even in this prosaic age
ne had found one verse of poetry; but
the page was q blank, and the verse,
if ever written by any other pen than
his own conceit, had been most care
fully erased. Unless to pull a wry face
for other men to laugh at; better to
grin and bear it, telling himself that
matrimony was ever q lottery and the
greatest prizes had a knack of turning
ont Eae wnrsa than blanks.
1t was the first night Of the pearl Of
opera-singers after o lengthy absence,
and Covent Garden was crammed from
the stalls to the ceiling. The second
act was over, aud Vivian stood up in
Che third-row of stalls to let his
glasses wander round the house on q
voyage of discovery. A friend tapped
him on the shoulder. "Look at Waiver
ley. He doesn't look much amiss, all
though he's lust passed through that
grave Of the affections, q honey
moon. His wife's q stunners and not
q bit stand-ofish, SO they soy. Could
MT see her on her wedding day,
her veil had such q beastly pattern ;
but tonight, BY Georgel she repays
youln Al pause. "She's smiling at one
Of ~. = excitedly. You don't know her,
so ii must be me. Let as go up; I'll
introduce YOU
Al bitter smile lowered around Yivi-
ans mouth, but he said nothing. She
chose To smile at him with the prettiest
Of lips iii the world, with just the same
blush as when they parted 30 miserably
under the srees, but his face was grove
and impassive. Looking over his
shoulder before he disappeared through
the doorway, bel saw that an old
man with gray hair had taken Sir
GUYS place in the front Of the. box.
With Darlington on one side, this
stranger on the other. there would beno
opportunity for private conversation but
he felt il was worth the journey from
India only 10 stand within sound Of her
voice, within reach Of the glance Of het
eye-worth q large sum in pounds shli'
lings, aid pence, although to hear nel
was torture. to see her, madness. Love
mrst 80 very bad for as when It turns
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