Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1889-07-11

girl, Mr. Jefferson added, iocularly.
Mrs. Jefferson eiggled.
'Lookr' she inurmurod. pinchine
Margory. "lsn't she a pretty ilssle
ihinRa You know Mag Carpenter had
70 give up her part q tAo'lAst minute
| didn't yosP She's sick; dthat girl-
Mack q her ratne-she's staying nj
tho Liddells John asked her only a
day or two ago 10 take Mag's part and
see how we'll she's got IL already
Isn't she cleverP She does II better
than Mag don't you think reallyP
She's been in amateur thestlicels be-
fore. John said, and he knew she could
do it,
"Ohi" said Hotty, family,
She looked at Miss Mack whero
she sat listening TO Johns mimic love
making
Johns mimic clove-making had never
been an agreeable thing for Hetty 20
hear IL had been bad enough with
Mag Carpenter as Dorothy jefferson
Mag, who was rather plain, and en-
gagged to VIII Lane And with this
person for Dorothy--this person who
had sprung up rs though by fairy
means, without a warning-this ex-
tremely pretty and gentleloolxing
person from nobody knew wherc-this
person, with blonde locks and blue
eyes, and n dimple-with her for the
colonial heroine, Johns iove-moling
was agoEizing.
who Is shee" Aetty demanded, her
hands elasped tightly.
"Why, told you. Miss Mack, y Belle
responded. staring . little. She's
visiting at the Liddelis. That's all
know. Some friend, of course. Still.
come TO think Of IL she must be rath-
or more than iend-visiting there,
you know. Shouldn't wonder II Johns
engaged 10 her He's back from the
East somewhere lntely. you know.
She's engaged TO him II Johns asked
her--I know that ] don't know who'd
say no to John Liddell, o0uldn'tl"
Belle declared. with cheerful candor.
Yes. suppose that must be-
chow you girls gossinm said Chaun-
cey Dean, with tail Of his brass-but-
toned blue coat on either arm. 'All I've
got 70 say is II John gets her he's got
mighty pretty girl. Yeupl Stun
ming" said Mr.. Jefferson, with start
ling Lack OF dignity. considering his
gray wig and careful wax wrinkles.
Mag lent her her costume, OF
course" said Belle, studying her
"How much sweeter she looks In Il
than Mag did. Poor Magl I'm
actually afraid we'll all be glad she
can't play. Pm positive John Liddell
will just hear himl He does ten
times better than he did with Mag
It's more inspiring, you see"
Hetty saw 1t was surprising, the
sudden prettiness of Mag's short
waisted, big-fgured gown. With its
square neck and pulled sleeves
IL was astonishing. the new bright
ness OF the amorous dialogue Of Ch-is-
topher and his sweetheart
He was leaning toward her with a
most realistic devotion, his handsome
eyes looked intent and her fresh
cheeks were aglow.
Hetty could hear the applauding
murmur OF the lookers-on. Her own
fair face was growing colorless and
strained.
"She is staying thereP" she re-
peated, stifily. "She is visiting the
LiddeIspn
Yes" Belle responded, her eyes
widening with sudden recognition,
and she faltered thereafter, with
gentle sympathy. "Ye-es. She's been
there several days. / saw her out
driving with John and his mother
yesterday"
Belle found Hetty's cold little hand.
and pressed IL.
"Never mind. There isn't fellow
in the world that's worth it." she
whispered. philosophically. Il dare
say he's an awful firt Don't mind
him"
Christopher was taking a tender
leave Of Dorothy. and departing. and
Mr. Ryer was peering anxiously from
the opposite wing.
"Come along" said Mr.. Jefferson,
pulling his spouse on the stage; and
Hetty was left alone.
She dropped her face into her
hands with silent sob.
She had heard of such things before
the double love-making Of bad
young men; she had read OF it. How
could he--how could he? He did It.
perhaps, with every other girl he met;
she had heard OF men who did.
Engaged Yes, that was likely.
Else why was she staying there, who
was not relative, and going driving
with himP He had never taken her
driving Nor ever would.
Her anger surged hotly in her
humping heart, and helped to keep
back her tears.
She reflected. with bitter shame,
that probably he had not thought
seriously of it--a mere squeezing OF
her hand and a whispered word or
two. But she had thought-she had
thought
She shivered in her blank misery.
A tragically iiippant little skit came
into her head:
=" Oh, would we're dead now,
or rupin my bed now,
To cover my head nov,
And have a good eTyT'
"Miss Burton" said Mr.. Ryer, in a
loud whisper.
And looking up Hetty perceived that
he must have been saying it for some
time.
He looked stern. and the occupants
Of the stage we're waiting stock-still
for Margery.
Hetty went on. t..
She did not know how she got
through her part--how she busted
the mantel and answered Mrs Jeffer-
sons inquiries and flrted with the