The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-02-27

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her for want OF better. But tho one
she might, she could. she would have
loved only loo ked on while she danced.
"Why shouldn't dance" she said
to her dernure cousin Margaret, "be-
cause Gordon Penmore looks daggers
at the dancers? You should see his
Gordon's-eyes as he watches me ~
inc In Haydon Roth's arms in that
new figure, and floating, hoating,
floating Aud Pm not really lying
in his arms at oil, you know, but tax
ing care OF myself like a piece OF cut
steel. / don't know why Gordon Fen
moro should make it his affair at all.
Oh, how should hate to be obedient
to his whims--to any mans whins.
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
idea!' she cried, sprineing to her feet
tho next moment. Crying for all
am worth because Gordon Penmore
isis In existence. What should l
care for the great arrow-pointed eyes!
will let him see tonight"
And she did as che danced at Mrs.
Baddsn's ball-danced as the waves
danny, al lightly, as gayly, as firelessly.
she stopped suddenly-stopped just
where he stood, at the conservatory
door.
1T makes one almost giddy," she
said, smiling family.
Quite" said he, gravely.
Thanks, Mr.. Roth. Now / am 60
ing to remember my promise for the
rest OF the waltz in favor OF my cousin
Margaret. II you want to do me a
favor you will take her out. And l
will stay beside Mr.. Penmore till you
bring her here"
"You don't approve OF oil this. do
your" she said, looking up Mt Gordon.
Don't approve" he repeated. :.
mo you don't approve OF it. And
/ wonder what you are here Tor. You
know you are just as-as wicked in
countenancing the work by looking on
as am in doing it. Oh, what q
lovely airl How can you keep your
fest still'"
"You can't" he said, smiling.
"Oh, if you only knew anything
about dancing" she exclaimed. "you
couldn't either. 1t is like having
wings. All! that air is simply deli
ciousl"
"Well, let us try it, said Gordon Pen
more. Il can waltz on occasion. Let
me see il dancing is oil you say it is
that is" remembering himself" 'if
you will do me the honor"
"Oh, honor!" said Rose, laughing
like O mischievous sprite. "You know
you don't regard it so ut all. You
look at it almost as degradation.
All the same you are dancing. And
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 feel it's 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 asst to breathe
the bewildsring odors in the shadow
OF q group OF lemon ltrees. Neither 81
them spoke, till slowly, asif drawn by
an unwilling fate, their eyes met in a
long, deep gaze, and his head bent, his
arms we're 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
DRAWN groom like guilty child.
II thought--oh, thought" SHE
whispered, after he had treasured her
that you-you despised me"
~ shall never even despise dancing
again, now that it has given me you,
he exclaimed. "How could | dream
You loved me?" he said.
When ne left her that day he left OF
her hand a ring OF strange and fragile
setting, that held an old mine ston
of rare brilliancy. "It is the mos
sacred thing have" he said. cit wa
nv mothers betrothal ring; it shall b
yours"
"Oh," she cried, II am not GOO
enough. You should have chosel
Cousin Margaret, who is a saint, in
stead OF a frivolous butterfly like me
whose feet are her wings"
"You have wings" he said, "bu
they are angels wings. Oh, neve
spread them to leave my arms"
And how he loved her! He woul
have lavished the world upon hel
Jewels and all costly things, but he
Cousin Margaret would let her hav
none OF them, and go instead he file
the house every day with flowers
But her dancing days were ovel
cater that night" said he, IL Ga
never dance again. You can not n
peat heaven" Nor could he ever sc
her thus in the arms OF another.
Ignorant ofthe crown that Ros
had bestowed on his rival, Haydo
Roth still devoted himself to hi
with the ardor that comes from lo'
and hope. And Gordon, who wa
Jealous OF the wind that touched he
became uneasy and sometimes
spoke seemingly of him. Sometim..
he spoke stormingly, and once !
went out having forbidden Rose
recognize the persistent fellow whe
next time she met him.
But Rose did not mind. "Of cour'
he did not mean it," she said, VIII.
up in her room with Margaret, as ST
combed out her long, lovely hair
hair like spun gold. "He couldn
mean anything so unkind as tina
Don't YOU see how he is reformii