The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-09-08

being aio6s, especially IN : crowd. and
Gchance acquaintance was not TO be
despised. He handed her his card. She
looked at the name, raised her brows
slightly, dropped the card into her
handbag, and then, looking squareiy at
him. said:
my name Is Vincentns
He called her Miss Vincent at a VEN
ture. She did not correct him, and they
feIl ito discussing the points Of interest
on the way.
1t was a delightful drive, ard neither
regretted theciTc ufnstance that brought
them together. They dincd at the same
table, finished up the sights in the at
ternoon, and, getting in rather late,
took supper tete-a-tete IN corner OF
the deserted dining-room. That even
ing the rooms were cleared for ball
He met her at the door as she was
about to enter the ballroom.
She wore a dress OF black lace with
sleeveless corsage that displayed q
pair of superb arms and smooth,
white neck. The sharp contrast OF her
hair and dress with the singularly fair
complexion made her look Ike . black
and white cameo, and he Thought rs he
stood there looking past him into the
ballroom that no carving cQu14 ~
more classic than hei7 profile. 4 IS
AShall w 90 In there7s slio asked.
Ut seems dreadfuIly warm. and
crowded
"Then suppose we stay here.
81 believe It is much pleasanter here
she answered.
The ballroom was full of promen-
aders. They passed out on the YER
anda and sat talking in the moonlight
Occasionally they would return and
beguile the intervals, waltzing when
the music permitted, until the crowd
OF dancers began to thin and the parlor
clock struck one.
II really must go now" said Miss
| Vincent, rising. 'eEhere is one o'clock
and / must leave at eight. Good
night.
(Which way do you go tomorrow
asked Lawrence.
East. ] must be at home by the
goth. .
And where iszheme pr
She gave the name of a village about
| fifty miles distant from the town where
| he lived
"I'lI see you in the morning." he
said. ~ believe we leave this place on
the same train, SO won't say good-by.
And now, just one more dance-the
last"
Down the long gallery they floated
| into the shadow and out into the light,
his clasp gradually tightening as they
went, her face against his shoulder, and
his head bent forward until his cheek
touched her hair. The music ceased
suddenly, but the arm about her waist
did not relax. She gave a furtiye, up
/ ward glance, then dropped her eyes.
/ With a swift movement of his left
ehand he drew her arm up until it en-
| circled his neck, leaned forward, and
kissed her. She darted away like a
swallow, aud he caught a last glimpse
Of her as she turned corner of the
stairway.
| When Lawrence came down to
| breakfast next morning it was nearly
nine o'clock. The early train had
gone. So had Miss Vincent.
/ III WAS HRdlu. i uC Noi N
Lawrence contemplated a year ago was
finished. He had acted on the sugges-
ton of his critic; he had turned Pegasus
out to Craze and given his attention to
prose- The result was a novelette,
story of day-called EN- Route, :"
which he assured his friends was sug-
/ gestedi by an incident of his western
! trip. The book had been published,
and the reviewers, to use his own
phrase, had ".let him down easy" and he
was much surprised to find himself
gently and affably treated by the Dis
patch, s;Ihe~writer was not surprised
/ TO find so indifferent poet capable of
producing tale so pleasing and grace
ful, so full of felicitons description, so
fresh and unhackneyed 1t was UNDER
TODD that the young man was nnder a
solemn promise never again tosattempt
verse, and, in consideration of this VS.
surance and the promise of success held
ont by the latter work, it was but just
that the public should extinguish its
resentment and take the author to a
forgivihg and indulgent bosom.
Then followcdya criticism in which
the claims of the book were seriously
treated, and by the time Lawrence had
finished the perusal he was thinking
that, after all, he might have been a
little<tooe fierce in his rssentment upon
n previous occasion. There arose with
in. him desire to make amends in
i some way for his own derision of this
person, who, however hard upon him
at first, was clearly without malice in
the matter, and had no doubt in each
instance expressed an honest convic-
ton. He wrote note in which he
Acknowledged the courtesy and asked
leave to call and thank the writer in
person. He had few copies that had
been handsomely bound, intended as
!. souvenirs for his friends. He would be
most happy to present one as token
of his appreciation.
The reply to his friendly overture was
written upon card across the upper
left-hand corner of which was the day
of the week in gilt lettering; on the OPP
posite corner was u pen-and-ink sketch
of st. George in the act of vanquishine
the dragon. Below was written:
Miss Damon will be at home to Mr..
Lawrence this evening at eight o'clock,
705 West Broadway"
This sketch, despite the limited
space it occupied, was spirited, and in.
Dictated knowledge of her pnflatter,
ing soubriquet. AS he looked mp a,
his own sketch upon the wall he was
conscious of strong impulse to de
stroy it,.
At eight O'Clock that evening Law
renee, bearing his peace offering co
quettishly bound in gilt and morocco
Erung Miss Damon's bell. Hewas ush
cred into the parlor, and in a-few mo
ments he heard rustling of drapery
behind him. AS he arose he encoun
! tered slender figure in a toilet o