The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-06-26

woman the world, and ii6 more
like her ormer self thin a crimson
peony esemBies Jacqueminot
rose. Her nature had hardened and
coarsened under the influence cxer-
cised upon it by the events of the
past fs# eslrs And Frank Sea-
bright, as he gazed npcn Her; Won
dered al his own formcf infatuation,
and seer rej5iced that it had SO
entirely passed away. His acccp-
tancc 70 dine with his former love
had beer. in truth; an experiment
as to the state Of his o#n feelings,
and one which he had tried not
without some nnconfessed misgiv-
ings; SO it was with iiitense satis-
faction THAT he felt himself to be
entirely heart-whoIe as far as this
.d,ssi IN crea.nre concerned:
She looked Mt him with that smile
which had been found irresistible in
the drawing -rgoms of Nice and of
Fiofghee,
'tYou are very silent this evening,
Mr.. scabright," she said, playfully.
ga penny for the thoughts that Joti
find so absorbing"
He reused himself with start
from his meditations.
"They are worth much more than
that; Mrs. Weir5" he answered, gall
lahtly, 'sfor / was thinking of YOU
every prettily said-qufte equal
iii its Way to some of the compli-
ments that were paid the In Paris.
And pray, in what guisc did figure
in your musings%
'iThat which 5ou were 5ears ago.
I Had Called up the spectre of Celeste
Rivarde "
The rich color deepsnsd ON her
cheeks.
"ts it only phantom that Celeste
Rivarde lives in your memory?
Can you not -resuscitate her in the
form Of Celeste Weir3'
She bent forward, with a world
of -witchery in the dangerous soft
ness of her eyes, in the low tones of
Her melodious voice.
"And if the first rs dead and gone,
as your words seem to insinuate,
mag not the second take her ptaEe2
We are both young yet. My heart
has never been touched in all my
life, except"
81 know what you @68fd say, .
interrupted her hearer; "except by
your worthy husband. Thanks for
your confidence. I, too; have one
to make to you as ain old friend, or,
ut least; as one of such long stand
ing. am engaged to be married
to Miss Constine Gwyne, whom
perhaps you do not know, as she
is one of this seasons debTtantes.
The wedding is to take place next
month. May hope, dear Mrs.
Weir that the friendship you have
been SO Kind as TO accord to ME Will
be extended to my wifc?"
She laughed lightly, and toycd
with the Rcecy plumes of her fan.
"Wlry do you ask me such qucs-
tion2 OF course 1 shall be charmed
ito know Mrs. seabright. Will you
not Bring hef to call on me before
your wedding? And-stay-I have
- little present for your BRIDE
Pray let me- send it fo her, with my
best compliments. l will show it to
you at once. Mono objections
tfease-ant no thssnks. Felicie-
where is Felicie-and my kcysi
Wait few moments, Mr.. Seabrighf
1 know exactly where to lay my
hand upon is"
She fastened from the ROOM
Arrived in the adjoining bedroom
she flung the window wide open ,tnt
gasped for breath. Gle understood
me. Iotfered my hand aifmy for.
tune to him, and he refused mer
were the disioirted. Strases that she
muttered, leaning against the win,
dow frame and drinking in the colo
air. "And Constance Gwyhhe-
& chit of II girs not yet nineteen
But they are not marriott fet-oh
not yeti" And thon, with the hell
of her maid she bestirred' herself il
hei'' seafch for the promised gift.
1t was indeed exquisite, and call
ed forth oven ffoht sgaBrigrb's mas
cu1ine lips an exclamation of ad
miring surprise when she displayed
it to hif;i: Ft was a dress-p -patterr
of some transparent Efiisen tisstis' o
beautiful and novel shade of green
at once brilliant and delicate, anc
altogether dffferent fromsas it wg
more exquisite than diiyi of the many
fashionable varieties of that color.
at is lovely, is it not2' said Mrs
Weir, holding up fold os a. fibfi'
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