Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-04-23
THE WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT MONDAY APRIL 2s sss

~-~~ >~~~~ ~~o W hate so heartily.
 s'I dare say," she says, coolly.
 "Win you dance it, or pass the time in the gardensa-they are astonishingly pretty.''
 "That depends upon whom view the gardens with, says she, glancing at him insolenty from under half closed lids.
 esWith me, of course"
 "Ah!-then shall dance it."
 'As you will, my pretty cousin. |" There is touch of vindictiveness in the smile he bends upon her. "Perhaps, even, you would prefer to neither dance nor go into the gardens with me, but spend the half hour-another half hour here with MT. Measurement
 If for moment he had supposed he could confuse or disconcert her, he finds out his mistake at once.
 "Yes, should prefer that" she says.
 Massareene at this makes step toward her, but Granit Boyle waves him back with a curious laugh.
 "No, no, my friend," he says genially. "You can not have it all your own way. would not give up this dance with my cousin" He pauses, and then laughs aloud. "Do you know, Milly, was very near saying, with my wife, but that would have been unlucky, ehP Counting before the happy time, eh? But really, you know''-turning again to Massa- reene-"I would not miss this dance with Miss Grey for great deal"
 "It is astonishing how much you can say in a little time" says his fiancee with an i'll disguised sheer, rising with deliber- ate want of haste from her low seat. "Well, if this thing has got to be danced let us go and do it.'' She lays her hand upon her cousins arm, and moves away 8 step or two with him. Then she glances back over her shoulder at Mas sareene, who is looking little white, and comes to 8 standstin. ''The next is ours," she says in very sweet voice; "come for me as soon as you can. I shall be glad to see you again" This is as much as to say she will be overjoyed when her dance with the man who is her affianced husband has drawn to close Granit Boyle, with a smothered impreca- tion, moves on again, and she perforce ac- companies him-but not to the ball room
 "I'm not going to dance this, nor am I going into the gardens" she says, with decision. 1T am going to sit in the smaller hall, and criticise the people while they come and go. That will help to pass away the time.''
 ''Until you can with poiteness get rid of me-"
 
 put an unpleasant truth in glaring color is always a mistake.''
 "I will be mistaken twice, then, for your benefit, and to prove myself by no means fool in your eyes. You will sit here and criticise your neighbors until it is time for you to return once more to the arms-I beg pardon-the society of Ger aid Massareene.'
 "You have an excellent wit, says she, with an untroubled smile.
 "You cannot, however, deny the truth that lies in it?''
 ssWhy should I? You are such an ex- tremely clever young man that one must believe you can see through the proverb- ial stone wall.''
 MT. Boyle bestows glance that is not altogether one of affection upon his fu- ture wife.
 ssThen you don't deny it?'' he says.
 Certainly not. I should welcome the advent of any one who would relieve me II mean you-of the burden of your that is my-presence.
 She laughs as she gives voice to this little inlpertinence-made all the more pointed by the affectation of modesty that runs through it. Granit frowns openly. If the day should ever come in which he might claim this willful lady as his own-if-Ct seems very improbable at this moment specially so) he will cer- tainly teach her such lesson in propriety as she will not be likely to forget for the remainder of her days.
 "Don't trouble yourself to try to be po- lite, even in ridicule, ,i he says, in a voice that suggests Q good deal of hidden wrath beneath the forced calmness of his de- meanor. "But even you and MT. Massa- reene cannot dance together all night without laying yourselves open to un- kindly comment. An effete civilization has so ordained it, that the world has grown to look on such vulgar exhibitions of affection as-indecent.
 Miss Grey lets her fan drop to her side, and brings her hands together with a sudden sharp movement.
 "How dare youl' she says, in low tone.
 sHahi At last I have touched you, my pretty cousinI' cries he, gayly. "A little of that revenge, so wisely called sweet has fallen to my portion tonight. Why, you look positively palel Come, pull yourself together; call upon that in- dominitable spirit in which you pride yourself, and give me back my blowI What-still no words2 no seething sar- casm, no pointed barb environed? PshaWJ gave you credit for more go than you possess"
 His manner is maddening. Miss Grey, rising slowly to her feet, with parted lips, through which the panting breath comes hurriedly, surveys him with 8 glance that would have subdued most men. But not Granit Boyle.
 He rises, too, and picking up her fan with nonchalant grace, hands it to her with slight bow full of mockery.
 "You look charming so," he says, "with that naughty expression on your handsome lips. Flattery is not only vul- gar, know, but the crudest of mistakes nowadays; but you will forgive me for it, when you see how feeling has carried me away. I am devoted admirer of ar tistic effects. This, of yours, is perfect. I have always considered you pretty, my cousin, but never really realized th0fact that you could be beautiful until now.''
 "You run it very fine, says Miss Grey, in voice so subdued to be almost whisper. "You are daring. It would hardly suit you, perhaps, to be thrown over by the heiress of the season."
 tThe heiress of the season would not so serve devoted 1over," replies he, still with that light mocking laughter on his sneering lips. eff she did-why-she might cease to be the heiress of the sea-