The Dickinson press. (Dickinson, Stark County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1927, 1889-10-05
Sir George has the pleasure Of knowing
that Miss Disney is now in full possession

Sir George has the pleasure Of knowing
that Miss Disney is now in full possession
of the fact that his name is Grandc.
Hc has taken her card, and now SAYS,
MAY Il" standing before hcrwith pencil
uplifted, waiting her permission to en-
grave his name thereon.
"With pleasure" says Miss Disney,
courteously but indifferently. With the
young, however, it is as natural to smile
as to breathe; so she smiles at him.
Having made his own of this careless
concession on her part, Sir George lets
his eyes wander back again to her pro-
gramme. ut sounds incredible" he
says at length, but it seems as if you
are disengaged for this dance. l can
see no name befor, it, If so, may l
have it?"
cam l disengaged?-then yes" returns
she thoughtlcssly.
"You are engaged to me for the next"
interferes Ponsonby at this moment, in
dull but hurried tone which he strives
hard to relieve from suspicion of Of
fense.
"Yes? Is ii? But of course. l quite
forgot. The next, then, Sir George, for
which am free, which will be the four
teenth-if we stay so long. You sce,"
bending slightly toward him with a
childish, restless movement, 81 never
put down Mr.. Ponsonby's name"
II quite understand" says Sir George,
with gesture of the hand and smile.
And then tho interview is over, and Miss
Disney is in her lovers arms, waltzing
languidly to the strains Of the band sent
down to the castle from town.
He cuts the dance somewhat short, and
draws her, not unwillingly, to the open
window of a room that, leading to the
balcony. is suggestive of an easy descent
by stone steps to tho pleasaunce beneath.
Into the night and into the slunbcrous
garden he leads her, where mignonette
and late sweet roses give forth uncon.
scious perfume to the drowsy air.
~ pale young moon is hanging in the
heavens above, her beams falling ten
derly upon the sleeping earth. Ever and
anon a fleecy cloud glides over her,
threatening to blot her from her place;
but again, ere doubt has time for growth,
it hurries on, and
Melting like wreath Of snow, it hangs
In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes
The orb with richer beauties than her own
Then. passing. leaves her In her light serene
"Do you feel the softness of the air?"
says the girl, turning tohim with touch
of impulsive gladness in her tone. II
like garden at midnight, and like the
country better than tho town. Tho
season wcaried me. 1t was always the
same. Monotony, some say, belongs al
together to fields and woods and streams;
but it is not really SO. Here everything
speaks to me; it is only those others
who cannot understand Here she
checks herself, as those some sudden
recollection returns to her. care you
laughing at me!" she says. 81 am,
know, i'll one of tho moods auntie calls
funny. Well, even if you do smile at
my folly, l shan't mind you. Look at
these garden margucrtcs: arc they not
lovely in the moonlight? Wait. Let
me try your fortune with one." She
plucks it petal by petal, murmuring, as
she does SO, the old refrain, "He loves
mc-a little-indilrcrcntly-pa passionatcly
not Mt all. AS the last leaf comes, it
brings her "inditfcrently." ooh, you
bad boy!'' she says; "and after all your
protestations!''