Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-10

arms gleaming through it, unreleved by gold or jewels of any kind, but the wilderness of the whole broken by the tiny bouquet at her neck of crimson fuchsia and delicate fern.
 "Nothing even in your hair I" cried Lady Athelston, gazing from the girls anxious, beautiful face to the dark hair dressed high on the graceful head.
 "You do not look pleased, Lady Ath- elston," she said, almost beseechingly. CT had better far not go into the recep- tion-rooms."
 Rubbish, child l" echoed her lady ship, curtIy. "I choose you shall come; and-and don't think you look bad. I don't think you could look any thing but-anything but we'll, wear what you may. But something in your face always puzzles me stupidly, some familiarity in the features. Pooh I have often said will not think of it any more. It only makes me worry, and does no good, and it will turn out only some ridiculous fancy when I do find out of whom you remind me. Come"
 "Sir Neil says," remarked Lima, with a strange anxiety in her eyes, and g tightening of her lips, "that my face reminds him of one of the pictures in the portraits gallery here, but that he can never be quite sure which picture 1t is."
 A stupid fancy like my own, sup pose" returned Lady Athelston, rather sharply, as she gave one quick glance into the beautiful, grave face beside her. Come along, child"
 The ballroom at High Athelston tor, as tine Old Athelstons called it, the Ban. quoting HalD extended all down one wing, and looked to Lima a vast and brilliant vista of flowers and lights, and she and Lady Athelston fingered @ min ute at the door on their way down to the drawing-rooms.
 In the small gallery at one end, the musicians were taking their places, the leader receiving some directions from Sir Neil, who stood on the waxed floor, talking up to him. But the instant the young baronet caught sight of his mother and her companion, he turned on his heels and joined them, his whole face lighting up.
 Sir Neil Athelston was one of those well-made and high-bred men on whom any dress sets gracefully and we'll and who III modern full dress-a trying test look always handsome, with 6 real
 
 she was hardly aware that the thought had shaped itself to her, yet the bright ness which the gayety of the scene had brought to her eyes died completely and suddenly out of them when he came up to her side, throwing his head back a little, while his laughing blue eyes took ill every article of her dress.
 "How beautiful ]" he exclaimed, in voluntarily. "And yet Is it real sort of ball dress? It is too white and too plain-and yet what does make you look so lovely?"
 She moved away to allow Sir Neil to offer bis arm to bis mother,
 You are resplendent, my lady," he said, merrily, as he gave it to her. "Wait there one moment, Miss Chester, and will come for you"
 But Lima preferred to follow, and when Neil turned from the drawing room door, there she was, close to him. Then, meeting her suddenly so, some thing in her appearance struck him. He started little, his eyes intent.
 'Is it the old puzzling likeness, Sir NeilP" she asked, lightly, as she moved to pass him.
 But whatever it had been, he turned it nervously away now, and spoke of something else-taking Q kind of refuge in the new complaint he had found against her.
 "You have not my flowers, Miss Ches- ter; and the few you wear you have gathered and arranged yourself, as I can see. Why do you always neglect what 1 myself choose and cut for you ?"
 "I like my own choice, thank you, she said, gravely. "I asked you not to trouble yourself"
 "It is no trouble" said Sir Neil "nothing is any trouble that do for you if you only would not scorn, as you do, all my attempts to please you,
 ::And to make me look passable," added Lima, lightly.
 "You know that that'is not what ] mean" said the baritone rather angrily but stop, Miss Chester, let me give you your programme. How many dances will you give meF"
 " am not going to dance" she said. "l do not want a programme"
 "Nonsense " he cried, now really angry, "you must dance. No meddlel in this house shall prevent that, while ] am master here"
 Lady Athelston had passed on now, up the brilliant rooms, and so was doub AJ Oob OA ASGAAAlSs A41ASA 1OOh0u d1USl her rather wistfully, but she could an swer Sir Neil coolly too, and he could not detect the tone of satire in hel voice.
 "I think you have no need to remind us that you are master in the house, Sn Neil but even in that capacity you can not make its inmates dance against theil will"
 "I must make you," he said, entreat ingly. eff dance with no one else il all the room, I will dance with you Miss Chester"
 "Please let me pass, Sir Neil. Lady Athelston will wonder where am."
 "Let her wonder 1" ejaculated hel son, impatiently. "I have something to say to you which must say now, fol the words force themselves upon me Don't turn away. By heaven, Lima, yol think nothing of insulting a fellow in hi own house."
 "I do not want to insult you," inter rupted Lima, in quick pain. "I wisl