Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-08-15
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portions. Mamie nau never waIKeu
that way (perhaps because in Brookville
she had not worn French hecled shoes
aud trailing gowns). Her fair hair was
oiled high on her head like golden he'll
met, and in it waved white egrette.
like martial plume indeed. Diamonds
sparkled on her soft, pink neck that he
had never seen before, and ON her white
arms, which We're bare just below her
shoulder, while the long gloves wrinkied
away.
lie had ofttimes pictured 10 himself
Mamie in evening toilet, but he had
always thought of her clothed in some
1ieecy, cloudlike material. simply draped,
which should half reveal. and half con-
ceal her beautiful neck and arms and
shoulders; her face would be as he had
always seen il, sweet and loving, framed
by its golden hair, coiled low upon her
neck.
Here was the peerless maiden he had
chosen from a galaxy of beauties. be-
jeweled and modishly dressed where
was his Mamie now?
He followed the two TO the bali room;
she leaned coquettishly upon her partners
arm Rob Vanderpoole's, and smiled up
into his eyes. 1t seemed to Harold as IL
her very lips had lost their old time curve
and sweetness: it was more like the con-
scious smile of the woman of the world.
In another moment the two were floating
down the room together. Harold had
never seen her waltzing, he had never
seen another mans arm around her--his
Mamie
But on they went. round and round,
away from him forever.
When the dance was over he eagerly
made his way to her side; but she was
surrounded by men, all begging for u
dance. He felt like ordering them away
from her. What right had they to come
between him and his dear ones Had she
not seen him? She made no sign.
The orchestra began playing; the group
scatter to find partners, leaving one of
its number beside Harold.
"Nanniei" he cried, his soul in his
eyes. She pressed her partners arm a
little to check him, and half turned her
head. She swept Harold from head 10
foot with well bred glance, and with a
little uplifting Of her brows, as IL in sur
prise.
"Oh, Mr.. Hartranft! how do you do?
thought you were not expected until
tomorrow night.
Harry stammered few words, then
added something about the pleasure of a
waltz.
My card is full, and this dance has
begun, she said, as she moved away.
But shall / not take you to support"
"Oh, yes, you will join us; but my
dance has begun, you must pardon me"
and she turned TO her partner with daz-
zling smile.
Harold strobe angrily away, and found
his sister.
You dear brother!" she said in de-
light; "this is surprised"
"Yes, perhaps SO; Mamie said so. ="
"Ah, have you seen Mamie? She is
looking so well, and is great belle this
season, she smiled. ado you not think
her improved?"
"She is greatly changed, he said bit.
terly.
"She is wonderfully bright pupil;
you would have never known at her first
party but that she had been brought uI
in New York.
marry turned lmpatently away.
What fool he had been Was this
his reward 1t was too cruel Mamie
no longer loved him. She gave him no
word of welcome; she had shown no
wish to talk with him; she called him
Mr.. Hartranft, he must now speak to her
as Miss Richards-his Mamie.
The next morning when he came down
stairs he found her wearing her riding
habit.
Good morning." she said graciously,
but yet barring out all personality by her
manner; "it is beautiful morning for
riding"
Are you going with mei" he eagerly
asked.
Again she lifted her brows.
at is hardly considered good form to
ride alone with a young man, is il? Oh,
here is Mr. Vanderpools and his groom
now, and with bow she swept out.
That afternoon she rode after the hounds.
Harold saw that she was an excellent
horsewoman, and Mr.. VanderpooIe pre-.
sented her with the brush. In the even.
ing they went together, with his sister.
to Mrs. Atwater's musicale.
Il think you might have kept this
evening free from engagements IL you
were expecting me, " he whispered pa
thetically; but before she had chance
to reply Mr. Vanderpoole had offered his
escort to the carriage.
That will be an engagement, he
heard some one say.
All, Mamie was false to him. Did he
deserve it2
The harmonies made strange discords
TO his ears that night, and he lest
Mrs. Atwater's musicale early in the
evening and walked to the cliff. He staid
there by the sea until very late.
When he came back he was in no mood
for sleep, but went out on the upper ve-
randa. In corner where the shadow
was deepest he distinguished figure.
His heart beat violently-it was Mamie.
He could see that she was leaning her
head on her hands. Well, now was his
best time to speak to her; they might as
well understand each other, and If shs
no longer loved him-he stepped nearer.
Mamie, he said softly, with pain in
his tone.
@Oh, Harry, HarryI" and he felt her
arms around his neck and her lips againss
his.
aNanr1ie he cried drawing hack for