The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-08-08

Attractions-savihgt OF, course, my So
ciety-best described by round 0, but
for one thing, and that fair thing. As
you love me, come, and / promise you
shall not be bored"
Three days later he came, and Lady
Katharine, watching him approach, the
eyes bent upon the sweet face which the
| north wind had kissed into more than
wonted beauty. murmured. "All goes
we'll"
At any rate, Marina thought all was
well She asked no questions respecting
him, and, indeed, there was always lit
tie air of reticence about her which Sir
Denis found delightful Accustomed to
/ the ways of women, and smiled upon by
almost every type of them, he was
amused to find that this darkeyed little
sea maiden had wit enough to hold her
own against his attack. It made the con-
test rather more interesting. Bad she
bent that dainty head of hers 10 his first
touch, he would have left her and gone
back to his old familiar haunts without
giving her another thought. But she
was hardy little flower, and, seeing the
bravery of her bearing, he waited on
! from day to day, from week to week.
The season in town was dull one; he
had been a little bored before leaving,
and this child was worth studying.
| But Arthur Heathcote failed to under
stand the gradual change in her and
wooed her still in his somewhat heavy
fashion. He took courage to remark to
Lady Katharine: "I declare believe she
likes me best. Isn't she's bit shy with
Beauchamp? Just little afraid of him,
it strikes me-"
Was she afraid of Sir Denis? Her
words failed her now and then; her
merry speech had a trick of dropping
into silence when his hand touched hers
ever so lightly. The sea murmured
strange things as they wandered together
in unfrequented ways.
"You love it?" he said, as she staid
her steps beside it.
sit is my world. was born at sea.
Its music was my slumbering song in in
fancy, my JOY song in childhood, my
dream song always
"And shall be now"--
Only a something in the voice, the
look; only bent head and lips which
stay; they did not brush the fairy dust
from the pretty butterfy's wing. Not
yet, not quite yet.
"Happy MarinaF' he said; "happy
child My sea sings a rougher song. 1t
is the sea of the world"
.sYou love itP' she questioned demure-
ly, echoing his phrase and beating back
the riotous thoughts.
ut loves me; is not that enough"
She laughed softly. "Quite' enough. I
am glad you do not love it more.
"Who taught you to scorn the world?"
"Scorn it? respect it as mighty in
stitution. Do l not listen with due rev.
erence to the world maxins and world
stories you and Lady Katharine repeat"
There was faint infection of sorrow
in his tone as he replied: Don't let her
spoil you, little one. The life song the
sea sings you is nobler one than ours"
"As Gods world is nobler than MANS"
She stole away very quietly on their
return, and left him alone with Lady
Katharine. They talked on Indifferent
subjects.
you are pleased to be dull, Denis
Are you beginning to be bored"
Bored? No."
"You find Marina interesting"
very"
Then silence Lady Katharine poked
the fire to blaze that she might SEQ his
face. 1t was inscrutable.
At length he spoke. 81 wonder, Kitty,
what induced you to ask me here just
now"
Life in Thirltown was not amusing
me. Is not that sufficient
"Flatterer might believe you but
for one thing. Since my arrival you
have scarcely vouchsafed me a single
hour of your undivided attention"
you have, nevertheless, amused your
self"
Eyes. You asked me to take her off
your hands for time, and have taken
care to give me every opportunity. You
have told herr"
have uOG SukJpOoCd ~ hCSCe'otlI
ut is necessary. You will tell her to-
night"
And your"
at is not a subject 1 care to allude to.
l shall be silent, provided you promise
she shall know"
81 will make my opportunity"
The days passed, and every morning
the dark eyes met the sun more gladly,
and every night the red lips parted in
more tender fashion on repeating his
name.
Lady Katharine watched her closely.
"All goes well, she murmured still, and
at last she made her opportunity.
Thirltown was en- fete for Easter, and
Lady Katharine Dyson gave ball at the
park. Marina's first ball; a new delight
of the enchanted region into which she
Had entered that wild March morning.
The incarnation Of spring" said
Heathcote, moved almost to poetic fancy
by the sight of her radiant face
Perhaps. But spring is capricious,
and chills with cutting breath when
most we are rejoicing in her besuty,"
said Katharine. hating the child yet
more.
My little siren. whispered Denis as
he and Marina glided past.
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