Wichita eagle., 1888-09-27

was passing. The party under the tree
noticed and admired the handsome, proud
rider. AS he turned a corner and bowed
for the last time Tante looked up at her
young niece.
"You have fallen in love with Natella,
hear"
eyes, both Theo and 1 are anxious to
know all about her"
Folding her white hands on her lap,
with the delicate white lace falling about
them, Taute, with a smile, began slowly.
II brought her up from baby. She was
pretty even then and most lovable. Her
mother was seamstress of mine, and
died leaving only this child. She is ex-
ceedingly bright. Ask her whatever you
wish, and you will see she can do it."
Then raising her eyes looked full in the
face softly outlined by the silvery hair.
'Why?'' she asked, "does she seem so
terribly sad; in a deep II slancholy should
call it?''
''Sad9 do you think she is sad? I'm
afraid have been making myself believe
l only imagined it. For Harold didn't
seem 10 notice, and Harold is very obsery-
ant"
The uneasiness in the hesitating voice
ceased.
Her health is perfect, and she is so
proud that never for moment would she
think of negro on the place, although
they all worship her. There is Pierre,
the handsomest of negroes, who loves her
deyoutly, but she PIERCE
Tante laughed gayly.
During the weeks which now followed
there were balls and parties without num-
Der given TO Mrs Graham's nieces 1t
mattered not at what late hour the girls
returned home, always seated by the
burning logs of the open fireplace waiting
for them, either sewing or doing, was Ma
tella, brilliant picture but a setting Of
lurid gold. The time had come now
when the visit must end. 1t was the
night before their departure. when the
greatest event of the year took place,
when the negroes ball was at hand.
Candles had been lighted and placed in
the wide drawing room in every conceiv-
able corner. BY the order of Tante all the
female jewellers were to come to that
room and show themselves. "To amuse
you girls she said 30 them
A dress OF pure white had been made
especially for the beauty of them all Ma
bG1fet W tiS ~ NC pi-iiE'lg itSplNhhCLb.
line and TheO were to see to the finishing
touches At an early hour knocks fell on
the drawing room door, and the black
laughing faces peeped in to see if missus
and the young ladies were there Such
giggling, high merriment, wild laughing,
and outbursts of singing, made the
room shake its sides in sympathy,
and the very mirrors to reflect
faa rr,t,
proud turnings But they were all sent
out at last, and Natella summoned She
entered the room stately and soberly as
usual. her regular features looking like
marble. The laughter died slowly from
Tante's lips. Her glasses were suddenly
in need of wiping. With trembling
fingers Pauline and Theo pinned here and
shook there the white dress on the motion
less figure.
Look at yourself child p It was the
voice of Tante sounding strangely severe
Natella moved at once to the room and
stood still. The large mirrors on all sides
flashed her back proud, dazzling picture
She seemed 10 be in every spot, to fill the
great room and crush the silent watchers
out. .Jetty tumbling in broke the spell
The carriage was at the door Tante had
given them the family barouche The
crunching of the horses feet on the gravel,
the screaming and laughing of the gather
ing jewellers were now plainly heard
Tarte rose and, leaning on her nieces,
went out to the veranda to see them off
Seated on his high box Pierre, the coach
man, the finest negro Of them all, held the
prancing horses well in hand.
Cit in, you cbilens of Ham, git in"
10 lol ~, e oLo
at once. Pierre gathered the reins to-
gether and raised his whip; turning then,
he scanned the dusky faces. Nanny, the
black cook, watching him, called out i'm
patiently:
''Sakes alive, honey, where's that gal
Natella?"
Harold had been leaning nonchalantly
cycling the scene on a veranda pillar by the
side Of Pauline
Without looking round, she spoke to
him as mammy called: Harold, will you
find Natella:''
''She has not been here for some time"
1t was her sisters voice, hushed and close
TO her ear. But even as she spoke white
form rushed by them. was pulled into the
carriage, and the horses had dashed off.
Theodore, Pauline, come in; we are
gong TO nave Il storm.
Tante stood in the doorway Theo went
up to her and drew her in. Already the
wind was bangirg doors. The night was
of pitchy darkness Pauline in her
dark dress, was not visible on the veranda
where she stood. A strong blast of wind,
coming suddenly, buffeted against her
Frightened, she turned TO enter the house,
when, in one breathless second, she could
not move.
Leaning up against the pillar where he
had been before was Harold, with face
of fearful anguish. His head was barred
and fallen, with a look of deep despair.
His eyes sought beyond the veranda, cut
ting the very blackness with their inten-
sity, and yet with a distant look about
them. His lips, tightly compressed, were
blanched, as We're likewise the cheeks, the
brow above them. The only hand she
saw hung stif1y by his side, between the
fingers of which was crushed a half
smoked cigar. She tried to speak, to
walk, but could not, when, with a mighty
effort, she made her way to door near
by, sprang up the stCirs and sank ex-
hausted on the floor of her room She lay
there how long she knew not. trembling,
with that suffering face before her. when
she crept to bed. Her sister coming in
later was surprised TO find her sleeping.
Why had she deserted them this their
last night, when they had been so jolly,
and Harold had kept them laughing with
his songs?
Theo smiled rs she thought. When at
last she slept, Pauline opened wide her
eyes and stared at the darkness.
Harold, what was the matter with
him? What did it mean? That dream,
how plainly she remembered it: the first
night there by the window" She shivered.
How cold she was! Thee, would she
wake Theo? She Law and thought An