The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1893-03-31

But he mas sent me a CHRISTMAS cara
and an Easter egg every time the days
come round SO that know he is alive
and does not forget me-"
"How jolly" said Lizzie. Sand is
that his ring?''
"Yes; we each had one made to or
der, just alilSe-two clasped hands, and
on the reverse side our initials en-
twined"
How romanticr' said Lizzie
81 don't believe you have any heart!"
] cried, Indignantly.
Not the tiniest, tiniest oit," she
said, with perfect good humor; but.
Bessie. if there is another can't 1
have Mr.. Gordon?"
You ridiculous baby" said, "you
need not ask my permission. wouldn't
marry him if had never heard of an
other.'"
But, after all, it was rather mortify-
ing to my vanity to see how re adily she
could make my lifelong lover her slave.
She was so pretty, and her mourning
was the merest pretense-just enough
black to set off her dazzling complex
ion. and she knew well the power of
beauty. Then her childlike, innocent
ways We're attractive to the elderly
adorer had always kept at distance.
She sang for him, waltzed with him,
devoured his bon-bons by the box, flat
tered him, and when he threw his for
tune and himself at her feet, she ac-
copied him.
think papa was secretly delighted.
He was accustomed to my uiet ways,
and this dancing singing fairy fitting
about rather bewildered him. We
were rather old-fashioned folks, papa
and /, and my cousin had consider a bl e
"girl-of-the- period" about her.
1t was just before Lent that Lizzie
told us of her engagement, and, as Mr..
,, Gordon urged an early wedding day, it
was decided that the week following
Easter should make him ''the happy
man" of gorgeous wedding.
Papa was liberal, and my Lenten du-
ties were sadly upset by the prepare
tions for grand reception, after the
church wedding. 1t was a perfect de-
light to Lizzie to throw off her black
dress and try on the pretty finery that
papa gave me permission to provide.
She was not exacting, accepting what
/ selected, but had orders to be gen.
| erous, and between us we had ready a
trousseau of which Mrs. Gordon need
not be ashamed.
But on Easter day, when could not
quite detach my heart from earthly
| matters, l watched eagerly for Her
| bert's present had made no secret
of this little ray of hope that came to
me, and father only grunted when ]
displayed my trifling presents.
was in my room alone when this
one came-a little box, such as I had
twice before opened. And on the pink
cotton a dainty crystal egg. Two lay
in my jewel box; one with a tiny
locket, one with golden cross, inside,
1 opened this one. My heart gave one
sickening throb and the whole room
seemed to reel about me. When my
| sight was once more clear, L saw OF
the pretty pink cotton the ring 1 had
given Herbert Wilson. There could be
no mistake. There it lay, hooking me
with its tiny clasped hands and en-
twined initials He was false to me.
Some fairer face had won his heart,
and he had sent my ring back to Inc.
| It had never been my habit to show
my fe elings on any occasion. so closed
mp the pretty crystal egg. locked il
away in my jewel box, and went down
to dinner. Father noticed that was
very pale, but accepted trifing head
| ache as an excuse, and Lizzie made nc
comment She was deep in the study
of our visiting list, and adding few
cards to those already sent out.
| The next week was all a whirl
Somehow did manage to push bach
my personality and give myself to my
cousin The duties of hospitality were
| pressing, for we had hidden all oul
dear FIVE hundred friends" to the wed
ding, and to the reception afterward.
had escaped . bridesmaids position BY
| pleading that of hostess; but wa.
very busy, and only at night could
let my sorrow. have its way. How
much had loved, how perfectly haG
days, when all my love and trust
seemed thrust back upon my owr
heart The last drop was added to my
cup of misery the very day before
Lizzie's wedding. Father came home
earlier than usual, and came to my
room.
s.Bessie, my dear" he said, 81 heart
some news to-day shat will. come t.
you, sooner or later, and thought
could tell you it more kindly than any
one else" o
Bert is married." thought, but
could not speak the cruel words.
Herbert Wilson has come back. my
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