The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1891-08-14
MRS. DARBISHIRE.

NOW. Darn street was blocked with car.
riages. Lady George stood on the big
square landing at the top of the stairs and
gave her hands so often that after a time
1t seemed no longer her own. The people
thronged up and up. The current appeared
unending. and she felt almost as if the cir.
Gle must be complete, and the string Of
/ guests must be revolving, as In child's
toy the figures that are gummed on tape
and go up to the mill move in endless sue
cession up and up and up.
Her tongue was tired, too, and SO was
her smile, but each was kept in active
work. How do you dor" "How do you
do" ''How do you dor" "Your son not
with your Nor l am sorry" "What
lovely fiowersl" "How do you dor" mo,
almost cold" "How do you dot" ayes,
sitting" "Ah, Mira. Keith; scarcely
thought you would get away. Dull; was
itf What, none of the right peopleS
Didn't suppose for an instant there would
| be-"
Let me stand here for one moment I
want so much to know who some one ia
who came in just before US. A beautiful
| woman. Quite too lovely"
Mrs. Venables, probably. Not Mrs,
Venablesf Fairi Lady Fleetf MOP Miss
Adair' Nor Then can't tell you till I
see her."
"She is coming up now. There, with the
fair hair. No-in front of the Brabazops. u
Lady George had the mischance to drop
| her bouquet, and in the momentary con-
fusion name was lost.
The lady who advanced behind the I'M
heard name was fair to wilderness almost.
Her hair was Of a peculiar shade of yellow.
like pale sulphur Her eyes were of the
lightest gray.
Lady George gave her hand and said,
"How do you dofh The Brabazons occu-
pied her with some elaborate explanation
about why they had been unable to dine in
Barn street, and in the meantime the lady,
with murmured word, had passed on.
Lady George looked after her. She was
bowling to some one. She was bowling
again. and now again; apparently she had
many friends In the room.
Mr.. Brabazon was talking to Mrs. Keith.
who as soon as he had moved away turned
to her hostess
''She is handsome. hope your flowers
were not spoiled. didn't catch the name"
The lady was lost in the smart crowd.
Neither did ], ;" said Lady George blankly,
"and | don't know her from Adam. She
must be some friend of the girls. Joan
or Maud must have sent her a card-my
memory is so bad | can't leave this; il
you come across either of my daughters
will you send her to me, Mrs. Keith2 Oh,
here is my husband. George George. go
into the room and tell me who the striking
looking woman with the yellow hair is"
There are dozens OF 'em. which,"
"Pll show you," said Mrs. Keith. She
was interested.
The two moved away, but like the raven
from the ark, they did not return.
Lady George after ten minutes or SO felt
that she had done her duty, and she left
the top Of the stairs. She forgot the I'M
known lady, and it was half an hour before
she came across one of her daughters.
Maud, had something TO ask you and
forget what. Oh, yes, Who isl can't
see her now-yes, there she is-that wom-
an with the yellow hair, standing by the
mantelpieceP"
SIN whiteS don't know"
But neither do |. thought you would
be able to tell me. Find Joan and send her
to me-"
1t was twenty minutes before Lady
Georges second daughter appeared before
her. By that time the lady had moved her
place.
"but don't know who she is. She has
very curious hair and She is in white"
ayes"
"Well, | don't know"
Mrs. Keith came up.
Lord George doesn't know" she said.
81 can easily find out" said Joan. "She
has been talking to Charlie Vincent for
the last ten minutes l'll ask him.
She moved away as she spoke
Young Vincent was leaning against a
pillar and laughing heartily. lie was the
butt for the moment of the chaff of two of
his friends. Joan heard few of their re-
marks
He didn't mind. don't you know-aw-
fully pretty woman like that. Neither
would you"
Said she met him at Nice, and dear old
Charles never been out of the country in
his lifen
Vincent caught Miss Athol's eyes.
You are going to let me take you down
to superb he said TO her.
II will see later on" said JOAN ".Iust
now / want you to tell me something.
Whit is the name of the lady you were
talking to few minutes agoa"
He began to laugh.
AT WHAT" SAID Joan.
have been challing me like anything as it
is. You mean the handsome woman with
the fair hairi"
Eyes"
II was standing near her when she
turned and put out her hand. She said,
Mr.. Vincent, isn't itP And | said yes,
and then she said that she hadn't seen ms
for ever so long and l didn't like to pre- /
tend that did not know her, so said that
it was rather a long time, and then we
talked for bit"
And you don't know who she isfn
"Eever saw her before in my life. Who
is shei"
Where did she think she had net youp |
said joan, without answering his question. 4
well, you see, that didn't come out till
quite the end. She said it must be two
years since the days at Nice, and by that
time | was so stepped in deception and l l
had allowed my "reminiscences of our for /
mer acquaintance to go to such lengths in
order to coincide with hers, that had not
the face to tell her that had never been at
Nice in my life. She rnistook me for some {