New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-02-26

| Is melting after vigorous polka, and, as tho God
approaches, sho cries breathessy,
"Mercy, I'm roasting"
Tho God murmurs suggestion, and they pass
through rafting bamboo portiere into an ante-
room. Here there armchairs, and red lamps be-
hind palms suggestion Of solitude renders the room
romantic and the languid pulses Of tho waltz rso and
fall softly in tho distance 1t IS an ideal nook thinks
the Cod Tho Van CorSer takes an chair, and
leans back, painting luxuriously, her head thrown
back her long throat curved tenderly. her eyes va
cantly fixed no network Of palm spikes overhead
The God draws up small chair.
Isn't this divne1o he murmurs, shutting his eyes.
It's cool, that's tho main thing" pants the lady
"Havo you been enjoying yourselfi' with anxious
solictudo.
ooh, having gorgeous Unexpectedly Stunnngl
What kept you late IN turning her lazy handsome
head and looking at him from under her lowered hS
with a Iangud glance
Do YOU moan that you missed me ~ hitchng his
chair little Closer and looking at her with precisely
tho intense, fiery glance which disturbed Iilies
equilibrium.
The Van CorI1er who has been gazing again at tho
palms, shoots sharp, puzzled side glance at him, and
then says, cheorfully:
Not in the least, my doar boy. Whoa you're
dancing ono mans as good as another'
Then why did you save dance for me? Z" says tho
Cod his ire rising
because you asked tho last time you met
The God tries tho efficacy of silence on this re-
calctrant beauty. Then no repeats the form Of at
tack recently 50 effective. Leaning toward her he
says in low voice:
suppose hadn't como at all tonight what would
you have felt y
"Mad,' promptly.
"Ony mad ~ In a mortified tone.
"I'm afraid so. Would you expect me to go crazy
with grleff I'd have tried-tO oblige you-but 1t
would have been hard work.
Tho God sighs feeling exhausted. But no Is do
termined.
How did you enjoy tho last Assembly, dance
which no did not grace with his presence
"Oh, it was splendidl mover had better time y
with sparkling glance.
Il hoped you had not had such charming tme"
huflly.
swhyi" raising her head in indg nant surprise.
" What mean, selfish thing to say"
at isn't mean or selfish at all,' says the God,
getting in rage.
@why in Heavens name,' continues tho offended
beauty, sitting upright and breathing war, shouldn't
1 have a good time I'd like to known"
Because" says tho God, In fury, az wasn't
there.
"Ohn cries the lady, in tones Of contemptuOus
conviction 4" Is that allt I thought you were limiting
that l was a wall
She sinks back In the chair smiling, and restored
to good humor The God fumes in silence, then look.
palms melts She Is certainly splendid creature
Suddenly as sho turns, he cries In tones Of agonized
entreaty
"Oh, wat-don't move. Koep Just so, only for 8
moment lOngerl"
"Why. What's the matterT cries She alarmed,
holding her ho,d stDy though caught in the iron
embrace OF photographers clamp, and gazing at the
rapturous God OF the Of her eyes" Quick
what IS It'll A better
"Oh, no, no. desperately, feeling as II no could
clutch his head, "yOur profile against the palms.
II was perfect pose.'
"My what !" sitting up and staring at him with
puzzled frown.
Your prOhlc-aganst those pams-it looked very
pretty with savage dlstnctness Of utteraace.
any PROHIBITION the truth breaking on her, she
filings herself back In gallo Of mirth
"Haha-hal oh, my, how idotio ~ She shakes
with laughter, pressing her hand on her side "Oh,
I'll die some day when I'm talking to you thought
you meant beetle or mouse when you spoke so
suddenly. oh, you're tho funniest man! Let's go
back You mako mo laugh too much"
They go back silently.
As the God drives home with his married sister.
she asks him which Of his two partners he liked the
best lie answers promptly
"Oh, Tllle, by all means She's much brighter
than that lump Of Van Corker"