New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-12-20

panion lowered near, lending hand now ana
then with the natural aptitude of born dress
maker"
She interrupted her own talk by EXPLANATIONS
Of delight. She clasped her hands. She said that
when women got into such dresses as that she
should think, for her part, that the men would
go raving distracted them.'
She was told that the men had become quite
hardened and very rarely went raving distracted
from any such cause.
Sarah Kimbal went to the door and saw her
sister in the carriage. Then she came back TO
the warm room and took up book. But DooR
always sent her 10 sleep; and 1t was nearly her
bedtime. She sat leaning back In luHuIlous
chair: Marmaduke was doing also, CURED up
on his hassock.
It seemed to the girl that she had been dream
ing for hours. She was in the midst OF an acci,
dent where the horses kicked in the dashooardd
OF Philips new new, sleigh. when the terrier ieapeu
up with a shril frantic bark. .
The girl leaped up also with nearly as quick
motion
Marmadulke seemed crazed. He flung himself
pulled il from its fastenings. whining ,,tremu-
lously all the time. Sarah klmDall was
frightened. Like all people who know SnSS
' mad d. s Shss was S Turning s90% to- run Of
the sleeping-rooms and barricade herself there
when the door opened and gentle nan entered.
The terrier was in his arms and all over his lace
instantly, in piteous transport of happiness, IL
seemed as if his small body could not contain so
much JOY. -,
The man kept saying these words very tenderly,
while his eyes, leaving Sarah Kimball, went
eagerly about the room
AS for the girl, she did not know this gentleman
with long mustache and short, pointed beard.
She had never seen Keats Bradford in this guise.
She stood up and looked bewildered =,
Bradford finally tucked Marmadpie under his
arm and advanced to the table behind which
Sarah Kimball was standing
You certainly, must be her sister," he said, and
held ont his hand.
If his beard was not recognizable his smile was
She remembered seeing and liking it when she
was child, and that time she felt was great
Its Mr.. Bradford" she exclaimed.
She gave her hand heartily. She said She was
Sarah kimball. She said she was going TO stay
spoken this, she bushed at the thought that, per-
haps, Mr.. Bradford intended to be company for his
wife, and that any added person might not be
her sister and her husband But them it was
likely that man and wife in the upper crust
in Boston must s., be very cry different from the same
with some shyness Il don't know any
thing about when Roweny III he back. She's
gone to something she called a reception. and |
don't have the least idea how late receptions keep
open. L spoSe you know"
Sarah Kimbal went rapidly over in her mind
the words she had just used to see if her parts
of speech had been right. She decided that they
had been, and her spirits rose in consequence OF
that decision.
Mr. Bradford accepted the invitation to take a
chair. His companion had now resumed her own
seat and he drew q chair I'D to the other side
of the table Marmaduke had no intention. OF
himself on his launches on Bradford's knee and
prepared TO listen to the conversation.
Sometimes receptions keep open rather late,
said the gentleman in response to the last remark
Yes, thought they must, for she didn't start
till about nine"
Again she mentally reviewed her sentence. She
now exclaimed,
"Oh, Mr. Bradford she looked awful beautiful
| never slw dress hang so; and the tail to il
was-wel, I never knew they had such tails to
dresses"
YES. was the response. al can believe she
looked beautiful. And, more lightly it is quite
a common thing for gowns worn at receptions Il
have tails to them. l know because I'm always
afraid shall step on one of them
Yes, with some eagerness, should certainly
think they'd get stepped on real often"
Sarah kimball felt that she was getting, or
nobly with her verbs; her spirits rose, and il
seemed almost if she were in Boston society
to be sitting there conversing with such we'll
dressed, MISUNDERSTANDING gentleman, even
though he was her brothcr-in-law.
She tried to make believe that he not con-
nected with her in any way but had Just come in
to ca tbs h believe was was quite inspiring soa
Bradford. The girl fancied there was some
thing like anxiety in, his face as he put this
question. and when she had answered it this
look gave place TO one of relief.
She thought this was odd. There was now a
silence, She employed it by trying to think of
thu sns se to sRe By ss e adS
somehow and he had way of shutting his lips
beneath his mustache as if he were REFRESHING
or controlling something. And he had high kind
of look as though no one should tell him that
he looked worn
These fancies ran confusedly through the girls
mind as she sat with her hands folded rather
'nly. She wished she could make a very brill
liant remark. She was that girls in Boston
society were always making brilliant remarks
But the best she could do after a long interval |
was to say that she supposed they had real good
singing and playing in some places in Boston.