Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-01-23

| Leu IL ne now lover All my Soul prodhp
How do love youl Give my love its wayl
|
Grant me my heaven"
'Norah, may have the pleasure Of this
danceI' says Denis, gravely, looking down
ut his cousin The old familiar duchess"
has long been,latd aside.
MadaIn's calico ball has come OF at last
in spite of many delays 1t is now Oc-
tober. warm and bright on its pet days,
lowering and dark enough on the others.
Tonight, however, Is beyond expectation,
lovely and mild, as though last breath of
the dead summer had been waited TO it by
spirit hands. All the gardens are aglow
with colored lamps, poor counterfeits of the
myral stars that deck the armament above,
where, too, Diana sails in perfect splendor.
1t is an ideal night, balmy, and calm as
death itself, with no sound save the whisper
| inS of the lime trees under the tender moon
light and the far-off breaking of the waves
upon the pebbly shore.
"With pleasure" responds ths Duchess
coldly, not looking at him. She is staring
past him, with unseeing eyes, however.
very pale, but lovely as a dream, in the
quaint costume she W 'ars. She is a very
exou site Miss Muffst" in her short
wasted gown OF aesthetic saffron tint, a
very big mob cap, and long SOFT gloves
that reach up to her white shoul Ter, and
then gently wrinkle all tho way down
again from that to her wrist. A more adj
mIrable pctu than she makes it would Ee
| impossible TO conceive.
She is with Dut doubt the belle Of the
evening, though Katherine Cazalet, who is
supromely lovely as Queen of Hearts, in
long trailing skirts Of white and gold, runs
Ter hard. Miss Blake, too, as my Pretty
Maid" is charming; and Lady Glandore q
thing Of beauty as Mistress Mary"
The Duchess, indeed, seems quite trans
formed. A brilliant fire has lit itse.f in
each OF her great gray eyes, and though
her cheeks have turned strangely white
within the last few minutes her lips still are
crimson.
"But to dancs!" she says, still not look
ing at him. az am tired Of dancing Is
there no place TO be found for the solo Of
ones tired foot this EVENING""
By intuition lie knows that she will not
suffer his arm around her waist, and bit
ter pain beats within his heart; pain that
is mingled with an anger e bitter
IN you are tired we can sit down in one
OF tho Conservatives, or, better still, in one
of the gardens, " he says, as calmly as he
can. "Wiu that suit you, or shall / give
'1hat is a very rude speech, isn't its'
says the Duchess, at last turning her eyes
on his. 'And might almost lead me to be-
lieve-"
'No"-interrupted he with stsrnness
that yet is agitated-''you could never be-
leve thaty"' He draws her hand with q
touch of determination within his arm, and
moves toward a door ophs left. This
leads TO n conservatory. Entering it, they
come to an open glass door beyond, that
opens on TO a veranda- Three or four steps
from this leads to the terrace beneath which
in turn gives access TO the garden glowing
in the moonlight.
"What lovely night" says the
Duchess, looking round her, evidently with
view to making conversation. There is a
slight touch Of nervousness In her manner,
q s0upoon of uneasineSs.
es. / am glad il has turned out fine.
Such a mere chance as it was You are
enjoying YOURSELF" with steady glance
ut her.
$50 muchr' with enthusiasm az hardly
thought it possible that one could compress
such an amount of thorough enjoyment
into one short evening. oh, yes. 1 am
feeling absurtfly happy"
"You should" bitterly. "The right Is
all your own. You have the world at
yorr feet"
"The worldi A large statement.
Not so large as it sounds. Each OF us
has world of our own in which to know
grief or joy; your world is most submis s.
sive one; it owns itself captive to your
will"
"Does itg' with little unmirthful laugh.
"And who are my captvesH"
''The quest on is not like you," says he,
d. n
different from the cousin | once knew, that
is is to crafty your vanity you ask it,
Shall speak of Greene-of kilgarrif-
| Of"
''Pray don't IL you want to make your
self interesting; know quite as much OF
them as / wish 10 know"
as that true, Norah? Is that sighting
tone h NEST? Am really to believe that
they all-that Kigarriff is of no account in
your eyes!'
''Why should you seek to believe any
thing of that sort?" demands she, coldly,
lifting large, resentful eyes to his. care
you my guardian, my-my brother, that
you thus speak?'
"You do not deny then," exclaims he,
recklessly, THAT there is now, at all events,
something between you and Kllgarriff.h
There is such passionate anguish in his
| LOne lndJ ndu own uehTJ Teen Tree
care she must have condoned h S words.
"This is an exam nation to which | re-
fuse to be subjected, says she, lightly
enough, but with an angry glance. Her
heart is beating wildly, painfully a fear of
his next words is depressing her, with that
vehement Indignation that he-engaged
TO and doubtless in love with another
woman, as he is--should dare to take her 10
task
at is true-I have no right to speak, "
says Delaney, controlling himself by vsi-
bic effort. ''But you are very young. and
much as you may dislike the idea am in a
sense your guardian whilst you remain
here"
''You are not my guardian, here or else
where. You," with a cold, steady glance,
fare nything to me. Please understand
that at once. 1 am under my aunt's care,
not yours II thought otherwise should
not remain an hour longer under this roof
cannot permit you to interfere with me in
any way"
''Not even for"
''Not in any way" haughtily. ''Now,"
with slight curl Of her lip, "if you have
quite finished your impromptu lecture, ]
should be glad to return to the house."