The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-10-27
RETRIBUTION.
BY THE DUCHESS"
CHAPTER VI.

'sOur dance. Nillicent. he says, in the
slow drawing tone 90 which she is so ac-
customcd. and which she has begun 10
hate 80 heartily.
81 dare say. :" $40 says. coolly.
"Will YOU dance IL, or pass the time IN
the gardcnss--they are astonishingly
pretty"
THAT depends upon whom view the
gardens with" saws she. glaDcing M him
insolcnty from under half closed lids.
with me. Of course.
"Ah,-then shall dance II.
"As you will, my pretty cousin.
There is n touch Of vindic,ivcncss IN the
smile he bends upon her. Perhaps,
even, YOU would prefer TO neither dance
nor 90 into the gardens with me, but
spend the half hour-ano;hcr half hour
here with Mr.. MassarecneY
II for n moment he had supposed he
eould confuse or dscOncert her, hc finds
out his mistake at once.
eyes. | should prefer that, she says
Massarccne ut this makes step toward
her. bat Grant BOYLE waves him back
with curious laugh.
"No. no. my friend, he says genally
"Yon can not have il all your own way
l would not give up this dance with my
cousin He pauscs, and then laughs
aloud. "Do you know, Milly, was very
near saying, with my wife; but that
would have been unlucky, ebf Counting
before the happy time, eh, But really
You know'-turning again 10 Massa-
recnc-"I would not miss this dance with
Miss Grey for a great deal. ~
II f. astonishing how much you can
say in a little time, says his iianccc with
an i'll disguised snccr, rising with dclibor-
ate want Of haste from her low seat.
well, II this thing has got 10 be danced
let us 90 and do IT," She lays her hand
upon her cousins arm, and moves away
a step or two with him. Then she
chances back over her shoulder at Mas
sarecnc. who is looking a little white, and
comes TO a staudstill "Thc next Is
ours, " she says i'm a very sweet voice;
"comc for me as soon as you can. !
shall be glad 10 see you again. This IS
n much ~ 10 shy she viii DE Ofcrloyed
when her dance with the man who is her
afIianccd husband has drawn 10 close.
Grant BOYLE. with smothcfcd impreca-
ton. moves on again, and she perlorcc ac-
companies him-hiit not to the ball room
"Im not going 10 dance this nor am
going into the gardens, she says, with
decision Il am going 10 sit IN the
smaller hall, and criticisc the people
whiic they come and go. That VIII help
10 pass away the time.
Until YOU can with politcness get rid
Of me
Don't We rude, my dear Grant. To
put an unpleasant truth in glazing color
l. always u mistake.
II will be- mistaken twice then. for
Your benefit. and TO prove myself by no
means a fool i'm Your eyes. NOu Will sit
here and criticisc your ucighbors until il
is time for you 10 return once more TO the
arms--l beg pardOn-thc society OF ter
aid Massarccnc.
you have an excellent Wit, says She,
with an untroublod smile.
"You cannot, however. deny the truth
that lies in it,
why should l. You are such an OK
trcmcly clever young man that one must
believe YOU can see through the provcrb-
hal stone wall y
Mr.. BOYLE bcstows a Glance that is not
altogether one Of affection upon his iu-
turc wife.
"Then you don't deny it," he says.
Certainly not should welcome the
advent of any one who would relieve me
Il mean yOu-of the burden of your
that is iny-presence
She laughs as she gives voice to this
little inipertncncc-made all the more
pointed 10y the ailectaiion Of mOdesty
that runs through it, Grant, frOwns
openly. If the day should ever come in
which he might claim this willful lady as
his own-if-Ot seems very improbable
at this moment specially sol he VIII GER
tainly teach her such a lesson ia proprieiy
as she will not be likely TO forget for the
remainder of her days.
Don't trouble yourself 10 Try 90 he po-
lite, even in ridicule, he says, in voice
that suggests good deal of hidden wrath
beneath the forced calmncss of his de
mcanor. But even You and Mr.. Massa-
recnc cannot dance together all night
without laying yourselves open TO I'M
kindly comment An cfictc civilization
has 80 ordained it, that the world has
grown 10 look on such vulgar exhibitions
OF affection as-indeccnt
Miss Grey lets her fan drop iohor side,
and brings her hands together with a
sudden sharp movement
GLOW dare Soum she says, IN a low
tone,
"lIahl AT last have touched ycn,
my pretty cousin cries he, gayly "A
little Of that revenge, so wisely called
sweet has fallen to my portion tonight
Why. YOU look positively pale Come,
pull Yourself together, call upon that in
domnitable spirit in which You pride
yourself and give me back my blow!
What-still no words. no seething sar-
casn, no pointed barb enylronedy Pshaw!
/ gave you credit for more 20 than You
possess.
His manner is maddening. Miss
Grey. rising slowly 10 her feet, with
parted lips. through which the painting
breath comes hurriedly, surveys him
with glance that would have subdued
most men. But not hranit Boyle.
He rises, too, and picking up her fan
with nonchalant grace, hands II 10 her
with slight bow full of mockcry.
"Nou look charming 80, he says.
'with that naughty expression on your
handsome lips. Flattery is not only Nul-
gar. know, but the crndesf of mistakes
nowadays, but YOU will forgive me for
il. when YOU see how feeling has carried
me away. ! am devoted admircr of ar
tistic effects This. of yours, is perfect.
| have always considered you pretty, my
cousin, but never really realized the fact
that YOU could he beautiful until now.
you run it very fine, says Miss Grey,
ia voice 80 subducd Co bc almost a
whisper you are daring. II would
hardly suit you, perhaps, To be thrown
over 10y the heiress of the season.
THE heircss of the season would not
- serve devoted lover replies he.
s;.,l with that light hooking laughter on
his sneering lips III she did-why--she
might cease To be the hciress of the sea
sou
lie had dealt his little blow in soft
undertone, but it tells. IL is all 80 truc'
Her uncle. Timothy Boyle, her aunt,
Mrs Brand, the two whose wills make
her an heiress, could rs easily unmake
her, were she 10 90 contrary 10 their
wishes. And they have dccrced that she
is 10 marry Grant Boyle, the son OF their
dearly loved dead brother, the first hus-
band Of Lady Nalworth. \ whim on
their parts \ serious matter with The