The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1890-02-08

ought 10 know what you are TO me.
Ircne-you ought 10 trust me-"
II do. Dlck--I don ! interrupted
eagerly; and as | looked into his
clear honest eyes and listened TO his
grave tones. Heaven knows how base
and pitiful thought myself-how
eager was TO make amends for the
brief madness OF disloyaltyl 1T Is for
you 20 forgive me-
His bright smile answered that APP
peal; and for a little while was happy
again. | could not however regain
the troubled gladness OF an hour since;
some charm had vanished that we
could not recall. There was a strange
look OF mental abstraction on Dicks
face even while he was talking fluently
and pleasantly; and the very fact OF
my late foolish ebulliiion made me
ashamed to question him frankly, as
otherwise would have done.
Ii was almost a relief when he went
10 his lodgings 10 dress. and i was
free TO think over the curious and ex-
citing events OF the day and to wonder
what the evening at the Hall would
bring forth.
was strangely heavy-hearted as |
donned my dinner dress, and, my
toilet over, surveyed my own rehec-
ton in the mirror with new and I'M
comfortable feeling OF anxiety and self
dislrust There was nothing in the
picture | saw there either TO mortify
my vanity or raise my spirits. A girl.
neither handsome nor ugly, with dark
eyes and hair and clear brunette
skin, dressed In a well-titting frock OF
wheat-colored silk cut square at the
neck, with short sleeves reaching to
the elbows. and frightened with
punches OF double peoples in the lace
OF the corsage; n pretty girl in her
way; but yet Between me and
the commonplace attractions reelected
in the glass there seemed to pass u
misty vision OF Estelle, with her per-
feet features. her willowy grace OF
movement. her beautiful hair and eyes.
What should look beside her?
turned away Disguised and
ashamed. shocked at the thought that
such II comparison should ever have
crossed my mind, irritated with my
self and all the world.
"Why, Irene, my dear, how pale and
heavy-eyed you look!' mother cried,
coming In with a soft rustic Of satin
ing me with alarm. Are you tired,
dear. or have you taken chill?
These warm days are so treacherous,
and you young people never will take
proper carel'
al am quite well, thank you, moth {.
err | answered. with forced lightness.
land as for my looks. please do not
make me dissatisfied with them when
Ii is too late TO make any change In
my dress.
The dress is the most becoming
you wear. and you ought TO look your
best tonight for Dicks sake; but
somehow
"But somehow / do not. So much
the worse for the credit OF Dicks taste,
especiallyn-I paused, blushing at my
own words. especially as / shall be
put TO the test of comparison with Mrs.
Gerard. Was not that what you were
thinking, mother
Honestly, it was" she admitted,
with laugh that showed what joke
The whole thing was 10 her. ''Since
Dick seems TO think her so very beau
tiful, I should like you, II possible, TO
surpass her; and, like the provoking
child you are
IL look my very worst Well, IL
cannot be helped now" | said, draw
ing my fleccy wrap over my shoulders
and head. IL suppose IL is almost
time for the carriage--is 1t not ?"
"My dear. 1t Is Mt the door; and
Dick is waiting Hurry, Irene, or we
shall be late"