The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-10-02

Jolly feeiIng OF Delng young again anu
rash and reckless and romantic.
Il shall wear nay gsory-gown," said
Honor when she and Marian were alone.
1T will stun him out of his wits when
open nv domino. You have the hardest
part. Marian. Oh, how pity you!"
"You needn't" said Marian quietly.
II am equal to it. ;"
But you dread it--just a little"
aust little. l would rather not, if it
could be arranged in any other way. But
/ sacrifice myself" she said with quiet
laugh. ITO my aunts and cousins"
''Marian-to say you are trump. IS to
say nothing a. ali. You are whole
straight fiush."
The day before the LOTIONS domino
party Mrs. Humphreys saw two of Honor's
trunks taken down on an expressman's
back before her very eyes, under the suppo-
sitioa that they were either Pinky's or her
own packed for the Washington trip with
the general. which her cold had deferred.
Another trunk was sent later from the
house of the Humphreys to the steamer.
And it wanted hardly couple of hours TO
sunrise when Ted and Mr.. Chipperley
with two dominos masked au merreH left
the LOTIONS lights and flowers and music,
entered the coach in waiting and drove
across to the church OF ST. Peter-cum-
Paul.
There was but dim and solitary light
burning at the altar. The rector, who had
been mapping in his study, was hardly
more than half awake now. He examined
the licenses perfunctorily, and hurried
through the service. as he had been
begged to do, as if he were expecting
policeman to interrupt him. For the first
time Mr.. Chipperley took with per-
mitted tenderness the hand, he thought,
that he had so often ionged to take.
joyful moment when it returned the
pressure, when he heard a whisper
ing voice in the responses, when those
swift and sleepy tones pronounced them
husband and wife. He fastened down
the dusky aisle with a trembling clinging
shadow behind him. Ted delayed mo-
ment or two for the certificates, Following
with the other domino; and then. the cur
talns of the carriage closely drawn, they
drove through the gray morning twilight
of the empty streets that seemed to belong
to some other life. breathless, wordless, to
the ferry and over to the pier.
The gray was growing silver over the
silent water as they crossed; a star was
melting back into the light like pearl
dissolving in cup of gold; suddenly q
ray lit all the mastheads and tipped them
every one with fire, and it was in that
moment. as they stood on the deck,
partly in the shelter of a great pile
of luggage, that Honor flung open her
all the radiance of her glory-gown-a
sheen of satin of an intense yellow,
embroidery of gold thread ripping all
over it in lines of luster, the breast, the
throat, the hair, the waist. a blaze of deep
est-tinted Spanish topazes with here and
there ruby. So dark, so rich. so splendid
in the full light, the brown skin. the great
luminous eyes, the flash of the laughing
teeth-Ted's heart stood still as he glanced
at her and looked away and glanced back
again, finding it hard to believe he was
awake. that he saw her, that she was his.
But it was with no such eyes that Mr..
Chipperley beheld her. That yellow gown
it should be food for fishes as soon as
they were in deep water! Those burning
topazes and rubies-he was very tired
from want Of sleep, from hurry. from un-
certainty, from emotion-they forced his
eyes open and pinned the lids back! As
she stood there. for one swift second she
seemed to Mr.. Chipperley an embodiment
of the sin of the world.
And he was bound hand and foot at the
chariot of the blazing creature. He saw
ter again. The three Mrs. Chipperieys
rose wavering before aim, wringing their
hands aud vanishing into thin air. He
felt, while he gasped and tried to collect
himself, that he should like to 60 to sleep
and never wake again.
But Marian also had thrown off her
domino and mask, and she stood in a soft
moonlight-colored velvet. shawl of white
blonde lace pinned on, her blonde cendree
hair falling about her like veil, while she
gaZed at him. ''Ah, now" thought Mr..
Chipperley, "she looks like bride, she
does. But that yellow abomination-why
Ted Dane was right when he said of her
once she dazzled when the sun is down and
robs the world OF rest. She's about to rob
my World OF rest ]"
But all this was IN the twinkling of an
eye, intuition. not thought, while Marian
was hanging her domino over her arm and
Honor was folding hers about her again,
rs people came hurrying by and the con-
fusion of starting became noticeable; no
one pausing to think twice of a gay party
accustomed to going and coming who had
FASTENED on board in their bali dresses.
well. Marian" said Ted. Here is
your certificate. No. this is Honor's and
mine. You will find it all right, Mr.. Chip
perley. Honor and / will be thinking Of
you in these moonlight nights as you go
parting the smooth seas. You'll be quite in
time for the carnival. You have helped
us in n way not to be forgotten. and we
we-Honor and I-shall always associate
you with the happiness of our lives"
Observation-Disclosures is this?" stam-
mered Mr.. Chipperley, hearing Ted's
voice like voice in dream. and at the
same time looking over Marian's shoulder
at the scroll of paper she unfolded. "Theo-
dore Chipperley-Marian Marcy-There is
q mistake here-There-
mo, no." said Ted calmly. ''Nothing
of the sort. No mistake. That would be
impossible. l have married Honorand
you have married Marian. just as we in
tended. We could never have overcome
Mamma Humphreys if you hadn't en-
tered so fortunately into our scheme. It's
Of 30 &vrx l. "a.
There go the last people off-there isn't
moment-good-by, good-hy!" There was
hurried shaking of hands. q hurried en-
brace of Marian and Honor. and Ted and
one of the dominos was on the pier wav-
ing farewells. and the Utopia was slowly
sliding seward.
For an instant Mr.. Chipperley stared at
them, at Marian. at sky and water all
aghast, and then his eyes rested on Marian
again in her soft pearl color and lace. and
in the midst of the whirl in his brain the
words of an old, old lover came back to
him: "And her eyes are doves" Yes,
her eyes were doves. And then he was
caught in wild revulsion of feel
ing, q sense of having cast off a
gyve, q sense of having come home
into peaceful twilight after long revei
and riot, of thick wines honey sweet,
of flowers, of burning sunshine, among
Circe's beasts. He remembered the reds
and yellows, the mastiifs, the spitz. the
poodle: no more treading on a soft fur i'm
the dark hall and having ii turn and rend
you, no more sitting down on some softly
cushioned seat and hearing a yell and a
snarl from the cushion; no more trac-
ing of resemblances between yourself
and marmosette; no more starts,
no more dazzles, no more nips from
the parroquet, no vociferation of
canaries. no staring out of countenance
from the owl no men1veria in bis houSa