Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1890-03-20
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oHe VI tHe lonS HllIIoiS, sLulllhS dI
herself rather deliantly.
You have found your master, Miss
Van Eyck," she is thinking; "a good
master, a tender and true master, but
Just little too sure of himself
When Brian Chester enters his rooln
the first thing he does, after lighting
the gas, is 70 find the evening paper
and glancing hastily over it, to read
with sure instinct two verses in its
columns.
Very wordly.wlre indeed, my poor
little girl he says to himself, as he lays
it down with hAlf smile and half a
sigh; "and very shabby thing of me
TO hunt up the cause of your tears after
refusing to hear it but you are more
mine now than you think, and you
shall be altogether mine yet, in spite of
the ghost.
But, for all that, his eyes have a
troubled look not usual to them, and
he smokes more cigars than are good for
him before he goes to bed.
If / were jealous man (Which,
thank Heaven, | am not,) | should en-
dure some exceedingly uncomfortable
hours, saws Mr.. Chester, smiling plac-
id y, us he takes possession of Sibyl for
4 waltz some six weeks later ut one Of
the last parties before l. mt "ior upon
my words these fellows seem to think
that have no right whatever to more
than Il stray dance
Bling a philosoYher (Which, thank
Heaven, YOU are) [ suppose it makes no
difference to you,' she answers lis they
waltz Off
/ admire their good taste, and am
thankful for what can get at present ;
also have some faint idea that Mrs
Chester will give up round danciug.'
Sibyl paused abruptly, and moves
out OF the circle Of wtilz'rs.
DO you mean to be a philosopher
bout-Mrs Chester: > she asks softly,
looking up at him with radiant eyes and
flushed cheeks.
Do you think that | am always a
philosopher now ?
Her color deepens. her eyes turn
from his, and then, with a little cry she
puts her hand on his arm, growing sud
denly white, and gazing fxedly at
somebody behind him. lie turns m
stinctvely, and sees tall, very hand
some man staring at Sibyl with more
fxity than pol:teness permits.
Take me away-out Of this room
somewhere,' she murmurs.
Very much bewildered, he obeys, and
presently finds seat for her in = small,
almost deserted room.
You are tired he says tenderl "
Shall get you glass of wine"
No, no stay with me. 1t is he, she
says looking up piteously in his face,
which at those very enigmaticAl words
grows rather pale.
Who the ghost ? he asks, unstead
lily.
Mr. Devereux. | have not seen him
since I-since I--Oh, what will you
think of me :? she cries, with sudden
burning blush at the change and troub.
lie in his face. Indeed, it is only the
surprise.
or course, he says positively. Non
will not mind, how that you know he is
here, and wheE you are a little rested
I ahall steal somebody elses waltz i'll
st ead of the one we have lost.
But in spite of his positiveness and
her efforts at composure an uncomfor-
table silence fall upon them, w.ich she
breaks by proposing TO return to the
ballroom. IL the doorway they are
met by their hostess and Mr.. Devcreux
himself.
'Sibyl dear, says the lady, hutriedly,
here Is a gentleman who claims to be
an old friend, but doubts whether Your
memory is SO good AS his
MY memory is excellent Slbyl an
swers. rather coldly, bnt with that utter
self possession which comes to most Of
women in btterest need. i perfectly
remember my acquaintance with Mr..
Deyereux.'
Then that Is all right, and | shaIl
carry You of, Mr. Chester
We will 60 together, dear Mrs. Burns
Sibyl says, with her hand still on Brl-
All S arm. Mr.. Chester is gong to take
me to mamma.
will you not permit me p says Mr.
Devereux, speaking for the first time,
and in voice which falters percepti.
bly,.