The Globe-republican., 1891-07-01

stood around, furious at himself fer
missing his chance, until the evolutions
of the dance brought Angela almost to
his side as the last strains of the music
were dying away.
Going up to her he offered his arm
and led her to the conservatory. There,
amid the sweet odors of the flowers and
the silvery tinkle of the fountains,
Jack fondly imagined his tale of love
could be easily told
Not so! The glowing words of the
speech he had so carefully composed
forsook his tongue. He sat by Angela's
side for some moments, talking OF in.
different things, trying in vain to re-
call them. At last, in despair, he spoke:
Miss Angela, you know adore you
Can't you love me little, and-mar-y
me, Angela?"
full hunt, Miss Morningstar, broke in
| joyous voice, and the tall form of one
of Jacks friends doomed up before
them.
Until now Jack had counted Fred
erick Trewayne a prince of good fell
lows. ''Confound the man, he NUT
tered beneath his breath. then turned to
Angela, who, though inwardly an
noyed, had managed to put on smil-
I ing face.
AS she rose Jack rose too, determined
to say something more.
''Ah, Miss Angela, that little matter
we were discussing, you know. Would
you kindly drop me a note at the club
in the morning, telling me what you
! will do?"
Angela was almost convulsed with
mirth at Jacks confused manner, but
she loved him, and intended to make
him happy. REFRESHING her mirth, she
promised to send the note, and passed
out of the conservatory with Frederick
Trewayne, leaving Jack to cast male
dictions on that COMPOUNDED idiotr'
Miss Morningstar's chaperUne was
taken ill and they left the ball early.
Jack heard the unwelcome news while
searching for her hopes of continuing
! their interesting conversation.
| He had to content himself with the
thought of her note in the morning.
1t was late that night when he fell
asleep; as a consequence, he did not
waken until quite late the next day.
His first waking thought was of An.
gela's letter awaiting him at the club.
Dressing hastily, he rushed off to
procure it. It was now noon. The
winter sun was shining brightly, the
skies were blue. and Jacks heart felt
happy and light as he hurried into the
clubhouse.
MY mail. please, Billings" he said
going up to the old servitor.
Nothing for you this morning, SIR ~
said the old fellow, with a shake of his
head.
what! Nothing? Are you positive,
Billings?'
Yes, Billings was quite positive.
Jack sank into a chair in a dark cor
ner of the room and tried to think
Suddenly the thought flashed over him
that Angela's silence meant a refusal
and could not bring herself to write un'
kind words He had been deceived
She did not love him.
| Then came wild desire to get away
away from his thoughts, from all
that might remind him of her. Acting
on a hasty impulse, he sat down aud
scrubbed note to his uncle.
Gone to New York. Wire me at the Fifth
| Avenue IL wanted. JACK
Then, calling cab. he drove to the
station just in time to catch the New
York train. Thirty minutes later,
when his uncle arrived at the club and
found his message he almost tore his
hair in desperation.
Jacks train was not wrecked, as he
in his wretched state of mind almost
hoped it might be. He reached New
York safely and. worn out by his emo.
tions, went to bed and slept a dream
less sleep.
When he awOke there was telegram
awaiting him. 1t was characteristic OF
Mr. Jack Connyngham that the mes
sage contained only three words:
'Come home instantly
This was something new to think of.
The telegram gave vast scope for
imagination.
| Jack was able to catch the early
morning train, and reached Washing
ton few hours later. He was met by
his uncle who drove him to the club,
saying that they could talk while they
lunched.
After freshening himself up Jack sat
down and waited impatiently. He felt
instinctively that Angela was con-
cerned in the matter.
The elder gentleman seemed to have
hesitancy about beginning. Finally
| he smoke a hrllOflU.