The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-03-04

uer lOr WdnD OF DeOOeI' DuO VAN N
she might, she could, she would have
loved only looked on while she danced;
"Why shouldn't / dance" she said
to her demure cousin Margaret, "be-
cause Gordon Penmore looks daggers
at the dancers2 You should see his
Gordon's-eyes as he watches me ly-
ing in Hayden Roth's arms in that
new figure, and floating, floating
floating And Pm not really lying
in his arms at all, you know, but TAX
ing care Of myself like q piece OF cut
steel. don't know why Gordon Pen
more should make it his affair at all.
Oh, how ] should hate to be obedient
to his whims-to any mans whims."
And before she had well ceased
speaking the little sprite's face was
buried in the sofa cushions and she
was shaking with gust ofsobs. "The
ideal" she cried, springing to her feet
the next moment. Crying for all |
am worth because Gordon Penmore
isis in existencel What should l
care for the great arrow-pointed eyes?
/ will let him see tonight"
And she did as she danced at Mrs.
Baddon's ball-danced as the waves
dance, as lightly, as gayly, as firelessly
She stopped suddenly-stopped just
where he stood, at the conservatory
door.
ut makes one almost giddy," she
said, smiling family.
UOIite - said ha oravelV
Thanks, Mr.. Roth. Now I am 60
ing to remember my promise for the
rest OF the waltz in favor OF my cousin
Margaret. If you want to do me q
favor you will take her out. And l
will stay beside Mr.. Penmore till you
bring her here"
"You don't approve of all this, do
your" she said, looking up at Gordon.
Don't approve" he repeated.
"No you don't approve of it. And
I wonder what you are here for. You
know you are just as-as wicked in
countenancing the work by looking on
as l am in doing it. Oh, what a
lovely airl How can you keep your
feet still?"
"You can't" he said smiling.
ooh, if you only knew anything
about dancing" she exclaimed, "You
couldn't either. 1t is like having
wings. Ali that air is simply deli
ciousl"
"Well, let us try it, "said Gordon Pen
more. II can waltz on occasion. Let
me see if dancing is all you say it is
that is" remembering himself" iii
you will do me the honor"
ooh, honor'' said Rose, laughing
like mischievoussprite. "You know
you don't regard it so at all. You
look at it almost as degradation.
All the same you are dancing. And l
will show you that you never danced
before" And then Gordon Penmore,
with Rose in his arms, her soft cheek
flushing under his eye, her sweet breath
warm on his bending face, her heart
beating so that he could feelits throbs,
was whirling in the Tmaddest waltz Of
the night. But waking from the
dream, they were just beside the con-
servatory door once more, and,
neither exactly knowing how they had
wandered down 'one of the dewy
alleys, and had paused asifto breathe
the bewildering odors in the shadow
of group Of lemon trees. Neither Of
them spoke, till slowly, sif drawn by
an unwilling fate, their eyes met in O
long, deep gaze, and his head bent, his
arms were around her, and their lips
met in the strong sweet kiss
Of passion that belonged to the
eternities.
When next morning Gordon
Penmore came Rose crept into the
drawing-room like guilty child.
II thought-oh, l thought" she
whispered, Rafter he had treasured her,
chat you-you despised me-"
~ shall never even despise dancing
again, now that it has given meyou,"
he exclaimed. "How could dream
you loved me?" he said.
When he left her that day he left on
her hand q ring of strange and fragile
setting, that held an old mine stone
of rare brilliancy. at is the most
sacred thing l have" he said. at was
my mothers betrothal ring; it shall be
yours"
"Oh," she cried, II am not good
enough. You should have chosen
Cousin Margaret, who is saint, in
stead of frivolous butterfly like me,
whose feet are her wings"
"You have wings" he said, "but
they are angels wings. Oh, never
spread them to leave my arms"
And how he loved herl He would
have lavished the world upon her;
Jewels and all costly things, but her
Cousin Margaret would let her have
none OF them, and so instead he filled
the house every day with flowers.
But her dancing days were over.
"After that night" said he, 81 can
never dance again. You can not re-
peat heaven" Nor could he ever see
her thus in the arms of another.
Ignorant of the crown that Rose
had bestowed on his rival, Hayden
Roth still devoted himself to her
with the ardor that comes from love
and hope. And Gordon, who was
jealous of the wind that touched her,
became uneasy and sometimes he
spoke seemingly OF him. Sometimes
he spoke stormingly, and once he
went out having forbidden Rose to
recognize the persistent fellow when
next time she met him.
But Rose did not mind. "0f course
he did not mean it," she said, when
up in her room with Margaret, as she