The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-01-01
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~The White Coll has come into har-
Dor, said Mrs. Ma5dingly
Well, said JoceIiEe. languidly, look
ing up from the gold stork she was EN-
bfoiderinz on a black satin banner
what Of it?r
Mrs. Naddingiy was fnIl-fiedred lady
Of fashion, who believed in Mammon
and all his angels. and who had under
taken TO marry of Joceline her niece,
brilliantly.
Joceline Gray, the niece aforesaid, was
the daughter of an impecunious Wash
ington osEicehoIder, and she did not quite
know whether she liked the business of
rich misunderstanding or not.
She knew that she had it in her to be
a model fine lady she liked to spend
money. and she delighted in purple and
fine linen, and she was conscious that
she could never again be satisfied with a
c. street boarding house and an al
lowance Of twenty dollars month for
pin-money.
And here she sat at the window Of the
Harbor Hotel, problem TO herself even
more than TO other people.
What Of ii p repeated Mrs. Mad
dingly. adjusting her lace tucker under the
diamond bar that glitiered like white FIRE.
Why, Sir Leonard Dartmouth has fol-
lowed you here-that is all Kiss me,
I darling. knew you we're destined to
be success, but never expected you
would win a title"
A deep crimson flush rose into Joce-
lines cheeks, although she stroye to look
indifferent
Sir Leonard isn't halfas nice as some
of our American gentlemen said she,
working diligently al the eye Of the con-
templated stork.
But there's the title. said Mrs. Mad
dinghy. Only think of il, dear Lady
Dartmouth And the property in Wales.
and the Scotch moor, and the house in
6irosvenor Square "
looeline made no reply. She was look
ing ,houghifully down at the bright blue
waters of the harbor, With the misty
walls-of the Poreupine Rocks towering
/ up in the distance but she did not see
the huttering sails of the White Gnll.
Her memory had gone back to the lit
tie Maine fishing station, where, the year
before, she and her sister spent their un-
eveniful summer, rocking in Adam
CLurchs little boat, helping him with
his duties at the life saving station, watch.
| ing the light at the lighthouse, which
streamed out upon the mighty deep ike
trail of fire.
What s handsome. stately young fel-
low Adam Church was How unlike vel
low-faced little Sir Leonard Dartmouth,
whom they met at Saratoga afterwards
Adam had asked her to be his wife
he had perceived no inequality between
them-and she had laughed at him.
i shouldn't shine at all as fisher
mans wife, Adam, she said. lightly. "I
am sorry-oh, ever 50 sorry that you
have misinterpreted me so dreadfully.
And l never shall forget your kindness
to me and RoselletS
And so she had gone, smiling, out of
his little world into her own wider
sphere.
But there was such thing as Nemesis
even in the career Of a society belle,and,
now that time had interposed its shad-
owy sheen between the then and the
now, Joce,ine found herself forever un-
consciously comparing Adam Churchs
clear-eut face and lofty brow with Sir
Leonard Dartmouth's monkey features
and rolling, yellow eye-balls-Adam's
quiet, and intelligent conversation with
Sir Leonard's unmeaning ejaculaiions
and vspid remarks.
And all Of sudden il came TO her, just
as she felt that the English title was
within her reach, that she did not caFea
straw for Sir Leonard, but that, on the
contrary, she was in love with the young
captain OF the life-saying crew at Barton
Head, in Maine.
She looked blank at her aunt, who
was chsttering aimlessly on evening toi-
lets, Escurisl ,laces, blonde seaIfs-she
knew not what
Isn'tit very warm in here?n she said,
at las, rising up hurrriediy. Where's
Roselle Why can't We 90 for a walk,
down by the beach ?"
my dear child, are you crazy 70 said
Mrs. Maddingly. Nobody goes ont at
this time of day"
That's the very reason wish to go
persisted Joceline. "Rosele, get your
hal and sunshade"
"But you'll miss Sir Leonard
Il shall survive that" said Joceline,s
with little shrug Of her shoulders.
Mrs. Maddingly looked at her niece
with sort of admiration
"She knows thought the veteran
matchmaker, athat little reserve viii
only enhance her value in this young
Englishman's eyes. needn't interfere.
She understands her business better
than can teach If TO her, the darling.
And she fell 10 considering what social
promotion il would be when she should
be called the aunt of Lady Dartmouth
Meanwhile the two sisters, keeping well
out of the line Of fashionable promenade
walked down TO the shore, where the
tidal friBges curled softly up, and a saline
freshness filed the air.
Roselle, tall schoolgirl, watched her
elder sister with interest.
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