The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-08-25


fused to listen. ''Not tonight, not to-
night" she cried incoherently. She could
not bring pain into this perfect hour.
She moved away slightly. with flushed .
face and tear dimmed eyes, Lady |
Katharine saw the gesture and, think |
ing her work was done. stepped forward |
unnoticed-
Marina, may 1 take you off for a few
minutes? / want to introduce you to |
some people"
Marina gladly suffered herself to be
led away They met Sir Denis
my dancer
No; Lady Katharine wants me-"
The next, then?"
Yes, the next.
A backward look and glad smile as
they moved on into small boudoir.
Lady Katharine fastened the door, Then
she drew the child to her.
Marina, | want to speak to you
quietly. You are very young, dear; your
ignorance of the worlds ways is pretty
You hardly seem to understand the rules
of society,"
Marina glanced up wonderingly.
"You have no mother, dear, and must
not quarrel with me for giving word
of warning. Really, my child. must
ask you to be more careful, and not
dance quite so often with Sir Denis"
SIS that alp" laughed Marina softly;
''I thought must have done something
very dreadful"
But she drew apart while speaking.
and shivered slightly.
81 have not been with him more than
usual, have IY'
But this is so public: and. my dear.
he is a terrible f1irt-
Yes"
! Then Lady Katharine lost her temper.
Don't stand there so calmly and think
you can carry on as you like, and make
a fool of such man as Arthur Heath
cote with impunity. Bahl you little
fool; you have been played with like a
doll. as many another has been before
you. Ask your gay lover when he last
saw his wife. Badly as he treats her,
she may claim little respect, and it is
not decent to see you flirting publicly
like this with him. tell you he is a
married man.
81 know it
Not a tremor, not movement sug-
gusted the agony of the child standing
:. with head erect, facing her foe, and act
ing the lie SO bravely that her listener
was foiled. She had meant to crush
this beautiful little being to the earth;
and, beholdl the blow seemed to have
glanced harmlessly aside.
"You knew it? And are you not
ashamed-you, who pretend to be so in
nocent, so far above the vanities of ife?"
Pardon, Lady Katharine. How often
have you not tried to instill into me some
of the worlds righteous doctrines? And
is it not one of its first articles of belief
that marriage opens the golden gate to
f1irtation2 You yourself-would you be
so very angry if some one were to dirt
just little with married woman?"
The shot told, but Marina only no
ticed it with sort of pity. She used
her weapons of self defense with heavy
heart; she longed for escape-for death;
but her voice never faltered.,
1T is different altogether" )" cried Kath-
arine wrathfully "a married woman
may do as she likes; but for young
girl to lead a man on SO disgracefu1ly is
abominablep'
I'VE have only been amusing each
other, Lady Katharine. There is no
harm done," said Marina, with a little
laugh. Besides, have only forestalled
my privileges slightly. l shall very soon
De married TO Mr. deaChcOCe. ana Lnen.
, you see. can do as like"
The elder woman caught her by the
arm in frenzy of rage. ''It is false
You are lying to me, You have refused
him?'
No. | have accepted him." smiled
Marina. And now really must ruI
away. for he and Sir Denis will be ex
pecting me and your guests will be look
, ing for you.
She escaped, but her task was moi
I quite over. A look and very few words
: sealed her fate, and Heathcote could
. scarcely believe in his happiness.
, Then. unable to bear more, she rushed
3 blindly out into the night, down to the
surging. sobbing sea, out to the cold
kind breath of heaven. There Denii
I found her, his little sea maiden, whom
the north wind had kissed SO long ago.
/ To him she could not lie; to him tn.
q whole story was laid bare.
t Swear to me, Denis, as you low
q me-or, rather. as ! thought you lovet
me-
/ " do love you You are the one pur,
' love of my life And he spoke th
truth
!. '.Swear TO me she shall never know
q She tricked me so cruelty. Oh, Denis
- do not let her triumph altogether"
t Il promise
Poor little butterfly, all the gold dus
s was brushed from its pretty wings, al
the sunlight gone.
v They looked over the waste of waters
'Slumber song, love song" she mur
h mured-"and now the death song, too.
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