The Dickinson press. (Dickinson, Stark County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1927, 1889-10-05

y YE81EQN YOU you seer ss''' Little tie
&&SSAZAAEE girl in white,
pZ7kSP with daisies all
WA "Eh? Oh, yes" !"
says Sir George, looking in quite the
contrary direction at an ovcrblown
young thing of so or thereabouts-not
to be uncharitable.
"Not there, my dear fellow. There"
"Eh? Oh, yes, of course" says Sir
George, in exactly the same tone. "Why,
she's child!"
BARELY seventeen. But her people
put her up first chance on account of her
remarkably fine eyes and the six sisters
yet to come. Ponsonby's got lot Of
money, and looks as is lie adores her."
"He does," says Sir George, staring at
the young beauty's present partner-a
stalwart Mephistopheles. who is decided
ly epris with her; "but she don't look as
is she adorcd him-eh?'
"1'hat isn't her fia,ice. He is loung-
ing against the doorway on your right,
talking to that tall dark girl in yellow
Miss Nugent."
"Why on earth can't he talk to his
own girl?" says Sir George testify, who
is growing angry at his many mistakes
Mr.. Wilding laughs. Miss Nugent
was very near being that" he says
"She is his cousin, an heiress in her own
right, and, dare say, the girl he would
have married bu. for tho beaux yeux Of
that little baby over there. The Pom
sonbys had it all arranged. It's just an
other case of man proposes you know" /"
"You haven't told me tho baby's
name, says Sir George, who has never
taken his eyes off her since first they fell
on her.
"Disncy-Alys Disney"
"Her costume suits her. Is she Mar
guerite?"
"Not Goethe's Marguerite" says Wild
ing coldly and with half frown.
II meant nothing half SO indelicate,
believe me, says Sir George, with an
amused smile. "You need not ruffle
your feathers like that. meant only
one of those charming, innocent field
flowers one sees sometimes in-er-
Birket Fosters pictures, and that. I'm
told they grow in meadows; but never
saw meadow; beastly pumpkins always
cut 'em down before one can get to the
country. There's somcthing-er-very
special about her mouth, isn't there
eh?"
~ really don't know" says Mr.. Wild
ing "Come into the supper room and
have something. Ifeel awfully used up"
Taking forcible possession of the lit
tie baronet, he pilots him successfully
through massive dowagcrs and languisll-
ing wall flowers to the room beyond
without making mistake. Mr.. Wild
ing is q young man of much merit,
whose manner ladies call Invaluable"
and girls Charming" BY these last he
is regarded as general favorite-prin-
cipally, perhaps, because, though now
20, he has never yet selected from among
them particular favorite. He is still
all their own. and belongs to everybody
because he belongs to nobody.
By the time he and his companion
have gained the happy land Of chicken
and champagne, it occurs to Sir George
Grande that he had not wanted to come
II wish you hadn't shown such sense
less h;lstc," he says. II hadn't half done
looking at that little girl in the daisies.
She's pretty"
Don't give yourself airs" says Wild
ing. "Prettyl She's the new beauty!
with a great big B. Don't make mistake
about it. You are to rave whenever you
t,o Al
argue you unknown"
II wish they would" says Sir George,
with faint grimacc. 1--WE put in my
year abroad, like good little boy; but
the welcome accorded me by the duchess
on my return could hardly be called
scorching."
Cones own people arc always the
hardest on ones little peccadilloes, says
lr. Wilding, staring at his glass.
II call it real nasty of her, anyway"
says Sir George, considering it was to
please her I cleared out and lost my sea-
son last year"
"Well, you know you had been going
it Bit says Wilding, apologeticaliy.
"Two fortunes, by Jove! before you were
GO: nnd-and that other little affair. But
think, nov your Punishment is at an
end, open censure should be at an end,
too. gave your sister credit for better
feeling
"She's one of tho goody- goodies.
Never expect anything from them but
scandal in the long run. And when
they do give place to the devil, it is with
vengeance. Charity, because it is the
greatest, is the rarest of all virtues, and
tho duchess lacks it. However, am
independent of her and all since l came
in for the Trevor estates. wonder how
long this third fortune will last me, Eli,
Wilding? Never mind; let's talk about
that pretty child up stairs. Know herr"
"she is my cousin" says Wilding.
"Then she is "a dangerous thing as
some old rhyme says, and justly SO in
this case, should say; though believe
you are fireproof. Take ME back to the
ball room and introduce me to her."
"You have proved yourself anything
but fireproof, and she is forbidden
sweet" says Wilding. "Better keep your
fingers out Of the blaze"
But, alas! she lS another'S, and she
never can be mine! that is What you
mean, chT" says Sir George, laughing
with exceeding light heartedness. "Well,
I'll risk even that; and if fall beneath
her chariot wheels, my blood be on my
own head"
Still 31r. Wilding palpably hesitates.
Not ID oral enough for sweet II; is
that it," ays his friend, with very
amt sneer. -Uon-r try TO disguise the
q, old man; one can read it on your
az. :.;snuous countenance. You will never
reach the wool sack, Wilding, if you
give way to your emotions like this"
"You SO something beyond the mark" !"
says Wilding rchectiyeiy.
"Do 1? am willing-nay, anxious
to believe you. Make me known to your
cousin, then. Iswear'-half mockingly
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