Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-05-17

the world The third and largest tent was the
supper room, supper served upon small round
tables. and which was to last from midnight till
two O'Clock
For this tent Dolores had imagined, and the
electricians had carried out, the most dis
tlnguished feature of the entertainment From
the sIlken dome in the center of the immense
circular marquee hung a monster egg-shaped
lamp, lamp of lovelest opaline hue, she'd
ding the mildest, milkiest. moonlight radiance
upon the supper tables and the supper eaters.
This was the roc's egg and Dolores and her
dress maker had arranged a costume which,
without being absolutely fancy dress. should
be so far Oriental in character as to suggest the
Princess Badroulbadour.
There was to be no dancing and none Of the
gilded youth of Paris had been invited. though
Duturque had been besieged by requests for
invitations from even the highest quarters. 1t
was to be fete given to intellect and talent.
Beautiful women had been invited, but they
were actresses celebrated for genius well as
beauty. The men belonged for the most part
to the world of art and letters, but from a
list furnished by Perez the world OF finance
had also been hidden to the fete and the
Bourse would be represented by its most power
full members.
Madame Quiiada had been allowed no active
part in the preparation of her daughters first
party. but she expressed herself gratlied that
the gloomy spell was about to be lifted from
the house. Louise Marcel assisted IN all the
floral decorations. for in the arrangement of
flowers her taste was unerring. but she told her
cousin that she should not appear at the party.
Il should be like the skeleton at an Egyptian
banquet she said, when Dolores pressed her
to share in the amusement oil the evening. Il:
would make people melancholy to see so
gloomy figure"
Poor old Louise" murmured Dolores,
moved TO pity by the thought of this bIIghted
life, for which even pleasure had no charm.
novelty no fascination; your misrortunes must
hay tarr a.
light In life, to make you SO different from
other women"
MY misfortunes we're not of common
kind. Dolores. If you knew all, you would
hardly wonder that l stand alone with the
memory of my grief"
But you have never trusted me with the
secrets of your gir!hood, you have never con-
fded in me. Though we are cousins know no
more about the cause of the illness that changed
you than if we were strangers"
There are some secrets that must be kept,
Dolores-secrets that involve the fate of other
people,
We'll, have never tormented you with
questions; / am only sorry to see you I'M
happy"
and am very glad to see you so much happier
than you used to be-
oh, | have made up my mind to make the
best of my life, if Perez will only be reasonable
and allow me my own way. When one has not
WHAT one iOVeS one mus love WHAT one mas.
If you are thinking OF Leon Duyerdier /
can tell you that he Is not worth one regret"
said Louise, earnestly. Try to forget that
you ever saw his face"
II have been trying ever since l married my
good old Perez. Yes; you right, Louise
He Is not worth one regretful thought. He
never cared for me and l was a fool ever to
care for him."
He never cared for any living creature ex-
copt himself. Dolores. His heart is harder
than the nethermost mill stone"