Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1888-12-12
In REVERSE ORDER.

A handsome couple they made. even il
the crowd OF weIl-dressed people who wert
watching the game OF tennis. he in a red,
striped tennis suit that set off his shapelJ
figure. and she in a soft muslin, that set of
her blue eyes and light brown hair.
II am sure, Hilary, you will meet you
fate this summer" she was saying with {
laugh. "You cannot 60 on flirting in thil
shameful manner all summer
why not?" he said, lightly. you hav,
known me six summers, and though / hav'
met many loyable women, / have lost m,
heart to no one."
cit will come some day" continued An
gelica. 81 suppose she will have to be very
beautiful and-n
"Are you speaking about Miss Nor
daunt?" broke in Adele Weir. 'She il
coming tomorrow, and l am sorry my
| seif.'
The friends looked at each other ant
smiled. There was the usual dearth o
young men in that watering place. and tn,
arrival OF another woman-especially 8
| b~eHuty--was unwelcome to the female ele
| ment.
Miss Mordaunt, when she did arrive
cared little for the opinion OF her sex &C
long as the men we're loyal, and as Hilary
was the best looking and the richest mar
in the place, she directed her attention to
him.
Angelica and she got up q conspiracy ia
deprive him of his heart.
Miss Mordaunt played her cards very
skiifully, and Angelica ran the m0th-fiy
| straight to the candle. As Lillian was
gond of hnr che cnuId watch tha uu mo from,
q heal point OF view.
The remaining month and q hall after
Lillian came passed away. The girl was
rarely aid really beautiful, with clear-cut
firmness that spoke well for Hilary's taste.
One moonlight night the two girls cruelty
wandered off with three gentlemen down to
the sea wall.
Lillian and Hilary and another; Angelica
with grave Arthur Whitney, who affected
hes society a good deal.
They sat down and watched the play Of
moonlight on the water. That is, most Of
them watched it, not Hilary.
He sat gazing toward Lillian, his face 10
shadow, hers in moonlight, and saying
hardly a word. Angelica, seated by Lii
ltan-the two were seldom apart-was full
of laughter and talk. albeit a trife forced.
Returning to the hotel, Lillian and Hill
airy sauntered in the rear, Angelica and the
two other men in front.
The latter lady IA silent; the smile had
died from her face and eyes, and she spoke
i'll mere monosyllables.
Her companions made occasional re-
marks, but the beauty OF the night kept
back many words, and they attributed her
silence to the same cause. She could not
resist trying to hear the lo~w-spoken words
pf those tnuaripO nnoa hnhipH
Suddenly she gave herself a gentle shake.
''Cold?" asked Whitney.
"No, indeed! But l feel that | should
ike to dance awhile tonight, and the mu-
SIC sounds SO bright. 1t is truly inspiring"
The next day, taking her parasol and Il
book, Angelica was starting toward a fa-
Yorite nook in the rocks, when Hilary
called to know if he might 60 with her.
Now he will tell me, she thought, with
IL meRtal shiver, and aloud she said:
yes, but where is Lillian"
"She has gone sailing"
II thought she was away" she laughed.
Then there was silence till they reached
the sheltered corner among the rocks, and
Angelica sat down.
"Why did you say that, Angelica?" he
asked, still standing.
Because anyone can see that you adore
hCt, 11il1IJ. L Wd6CuCu you ld5U uiSuU, duU
[ think you are in low at last"
1T is true. I am in love, and have been
for some time. But you are mistaken as
to the object. 1t is you, Angelica! 1 love
you'll"
'No! You ~cannot!'ii
But do, and | have loved you for a
.ong time, but | never felt it. 1t stole into
my heart in a sweet, gentle way, for all the
world like you, dearest, and l did not know
Jill too late"
How too late?" said the girl.
"Why, till YOU loved Mhitney."
but | don't love Whitney"
'Why, Angelica!"
"No! Did it look SO to you? Well, they
10 say that love is blind,' she remarked,
Angelica, is it l you lover" he asked
taking both her hands in his.
Yes, goosey, and oh! it was SO hard to
,ide!' she replied, with trembling lips. and
ne blue eyes full OF tears.
Poor Mr.. Whitney.