The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-09-02

Torc the first figure ended bouquets on
the rarest flowers had begun TO circu-
late, and by six O'Clock, when the final
strains Of the music were sounding.
jeyvelcd fans had been Iavishsd Oh the
ladies' for favoFs and the gentlemen had
received cats eye searf-Pins set round
with tiny pearls
1t had all been a sumPtuous and
yet charmingly tasteful tribute to
the sweetheart of the host. People
pressed Alcnzo's hand in their ardent
praise Of his festivity, and told him
that the entertainment had been e
blended establishment and delight Mrs.
kennaird, who had not danced, but who
had watched the cotillOn with her
grand air at its grandest, whispered 70
her prospective son-in-lay, just IS lac
was slipping from the room, having ia
his hand a card which . servant had
lately given him:
Your tribute to dear Kathleen has
been perfectly enchanting"
80 glad your like it-so glad, 80 re-
turned AIonzo, as he receded from the
lofty lady's view.
The card which he held was from his
uncle, Mr. Crawford Lispenard. head of
the great banking house, Lispenard 81
Chichester
''NIy dear Uncle Crawford, d" he said.
grasping the hand OF a big man with
irOn-gray side vhislzers, who stood in
the hall. 1--WE meet so seldom, and
when we do meet it shouldn't be like
this know you hate society, dear old
boy Still, you'll come up and see my
sweetheart, won't you? I'm giving her
n little afternoon dance You know,
Uncle Crawford, you and she must meet,
sooner or later. Why, you're sort of
pale and queer looking What's the
matter?n
'sAlonzo," said Mr.. Crawford Lispen-
ard, in q husky voice, II must speak
with you, and speak quite privately"
AlOnzO's eyes swept the face that he
knew SO well and dearly loved This
monetary pOtentate, the prince of
finance, his dead fathers trusted broth
er, who had been to himself and his sis
ter such a model of all devoted guar
diGnship, in trouble. It seemed incred-
ible.
You're somehow not yourselfI'' he ex-
claimed, momentarily careless of the
watching footman. ooh, Uncle Craw-
ford, it isn't''-and he drew back with "a
laugh on his lips, but an anxious cloud
in his gaze at isn't any nonsense of
mine that you've been hearing OFF"
No, no, Louz. Can't we be alone to-
gether soon? III come back later, or
you'll come to me-" and the gentleman,
q little bewiIdered turned toward the
door, reaching forth a duttering hand
as if to grasp its knob.
Alonzo caught that hand between
both his own. He had held it for an
instant before, but not tia then had he
realized how cold il was.
Light my studio at once" he said to
"a servant, recalling that the winter day
had now completely darllened The
man sprang upstairs to obey his bid
ding, and AlOnzo followed him at his
uncle's side.
THE idea of your rushing OF like
that, Uncle Crawford! You come here
so seldom that you're not to be released
SO easily when yOu do come"
The long, melodious wailings of the
waltz music hoated up to them as they
assembled the stairs. After several sec
onds AlonzO suddenly turned to his
companion.
upon my word, Uncle Crawford, 4"
he recommended, If there were any
bad news that you could bring me,
should imagine you had brought it
now"
Mr.. Lispenard paused. They were at
the door of the studio He put a hand
on his nephew's shoulder and stared
gloOmily down into his face.
Il do bring you bad news, my boy. I
u bring you horrible news" he said.
AlOnzo felt himself whiten. In
flash he OWNED what was meant. It
could only be one thing. The ground
swung beneath his feet as he passed
with his uncle across the threshold OF
the studio, and closed its door behind
them both