Telegram-herald., 1889-10-28

CS~ with 14ls-ss Al
"Ehe Oh, yes.
aAys ST. George, looking II quite the
contrary dirscaOa ~ an oysrblo~a
young ming or 20 u there4bouls-nos
~ bs 4lchaTitzbls.
"AoC tAsrs. my dear fellow. There~
~Eh; Oh, yes. q courss," says SIR
CeoEke Ia szacLly the sams tone. =" Why,
sles = child"
Barely seventeen But her peopls
put Ter up trst chAncs On account II her
rerpsgkabiy nne eyes and the SIX sisters
yss % come. Ponsonby's gos . lOt "
moaey. and looks 40 is he adOrss her"
.Hs does. SAYS Sir George. staring al
the Young oeauTys present partner
staiwart MsphLstopheles who Il decided
lv spris wish her. "0ut she don't look as
Is she adored him-eh,'
That isn't her nance. He IS loung-
inr a-ainsr the doorway on your right.
talking % that Tall dark girl Ia yellow
Mss Nugsnt
why On earth can't hs talk % his
own girir' says Sir George testify, who
is growing angry at his many mistakes.
lr WLiing laughs. Mss Eugent
was very lar being that" he says.
'.She Is his cousin, an heiress In her own
night, and, dare -ay, The girl be would
have married bus for the beaux yeux Of
that bale baby over there. The Pom
sonbys had it al arranged. It's just an
other case 0f man proposes, you know"
You haven't told ma the baby's
name, says Sir George, who has never
taken his eyes of her since first they fell
or her
'Disney-Alys Disney"
Her costume suits her. Is she Mar
gueriteg'
Not Goethe's Marguerite" says Wild
ing coldly and with half frown.
Il meant nothing half 50 indelicate,
believe me" says Sir George, with an
amused smile. You need not rufile
your feathers Ike that. I 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 a meadow; beastly pumpkins always
cut EN- down before one can get 10 the
country. There's somcthing-er-very
special about her mouth, isn't there
shy"
II really don't know" says Mr.. Wild
ing. Come into tie supper room and
have something. Ifeel awfully used up.
Taking fOrcible possession OF the lit
tie baronet, he pilots him successfully
through massive dowagers and languish-
ing wall flowers % the room beyond
without making a mistake. Mr.. Wild
ing is a young man Of much merit,
whose manner ladies call invaluable"
and girls charming BY these last he
Ia regarded as = general favOTite-prin-
cipally, perhaps, because, though now
-, he has never yet selected from among
them a particular favorite. lie IS still
all their own. aud belongs to everybody
because he belongs 20 nobody.
By the time be and his companion
have gained the happy land OF chicken
and champagne, it occurs 10 Sir George
Grande tnat he had not wanted to come.
Il wish you hadn't shown such sense
less haste. he says. II hadn't half done
looking az that little girl in the daisies.
She's pretty"
Don't give yourself airs" says Wild
ing. Pretty! She's the new beauty
with 4 great big 3. Don't make mistake
about it. You are to rave whenever you
viii hear her name mentioned, or they
argue you unknown.
Il wish they would" says Sir George,
with a faint grimace. I've put In my
year abroad. ike good little boy: but
the welcome accorded me by the duchess
on my return could hardly DO called
sCorching'
Ones own people are always the
hardest on ones little peccadilloes, says
Mr. 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
Il. a bit.' says WildinE, apolOgetically.
Two fortunes, by Jove. before you were
60; and-and that other little affair. But
I think. now your hanishment Is at an
end. open censure should be- AZ an end.
too. gave your sister credit for better
feeling"
Shes one q the goody-goOdies.
Never expect anything from them but
4 scandal in the long run. And when
they DO give place % the devil. t. Is with
a vengeance. Charity. because it is the
greatest. IL the rsrest Of al virtues. and
the duchess lacks it. However, I am
independent Il her and all since I came
in f1r the Trevor estates. 1 wonder how
long this third fortune viii last me- Eh,
WildinE2 Never mind. lets talk about
that pretty child up stairs. Know herr
''She is my cousin, SAYS Wilding.
Then she Is a dangerous thing a.
some old rhyme SAYS. ard Justly 50 in
this case. I should sav. though I believe
you ars freproof Take me back to the
ban room and introduce me 70 her
You have proved yourself anything
bat freproof. and she ia a forbidden
sweet. says WildinE. Better keep your
fingers cut Of the blaze.~
Bat. slasi she IL another's. and she
never can be minei that is shat you
mean. eh" savs Sir George, laughing
with exceeding light heartetness. well,
I'm risk even that. and 4 fail beneath
her chariot wheels. nsy blood be on ny
1rvn bead"
Stl Mr. Wiling palnablT besitates.
"Nct moral enough for sweet II. IL
hat ifr' ss7s his friend with very
faint sneer. "pout try - disguiss the
fact. CID man. one can read If 90 ycur
ingenious cornteuauce. Xou VII never
reach Che wood sack. W idinz. n you
give way % vour emotions hxs thts