The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1893-01-11
A NEW GOWN AND A NOVEL CLOAK

eTUOiI ulu not busptCt Oh neT buDulisSlN6
aud meek child. She knew nothing of
Voltaire's errapd. But she had grown
suddenly apprehensive and timorous.
and hardly recognized her old intrepid
self this morning. She began to quail
u little more and more before her daugh-
ter's innocence. For all reasons she did
not desire to provoke discussion.
A grim, mute breakfast, therefore, at
Brothertoft manor.
Each headache looked into its teacup
in silence. Major Kerr crunched bit
of dry toast instead Of feeding omnivor-
ously.
There is no conversation of this party
to report, gay or glum.
But tableau is sometimes more.dra-
matte than talk.
A newcomer at the door glanced at
this unsociable trio and deciphered the
picture pretty accurately.
1t was old Voltaire, limping forward
from the kitchen.
Lucy sat with her face toward the
pantry door and first saw him.
Flash! Lucy lightened and almost
showered tears at the rising Of this
black cloud, charged with fresh cleo
tricity.
Flash backi from the whites Of Vol
laire's eyes and from his teeth.
1t was but brief fash, but abiding
. ough to show Lucy through her
gloom one figure stealing to her succor.
Him she was sure Other father. But
one CLEAN from the whites Of black
could not reveal the other recruits to
her rebel army, SO they must remain
latent, with their names and faces la
tent until she can have an interview with
her complotter.
But what hot agony Of hope blazed
up within her at Voltaire's look and
cunning nod!
IL must not scream with JOY" she
thought. II must not shrek out this
great, wicked, triumphant laugh feel
stirring in me. must not jump up and
hug the dear old soul. Thank heaven,
my tea Is hot, and | can choke myself
and cry"
Which she proceeded to Ito, and under
cover Of her napkin got her face into
mask condition again.
She was taking lessons-this fair nov
ice-in what woman's face is made
for-namely. to look cool when the
heart is fiery; to look dull, when the
wits have just suffered the milestone;
to look blank, when the souls hero
glyphs will s.aro out il blush Is only
turned on; TO look tame, whom the spirit
Is tiger; to look peace, when there il no
peace; to look mild as new milk, when
the blood boils and explosion butts
against the weird cork Of self control.
A guileful world, guilelcss ladyl and
you must fight your fight today with
silence and secrecy lest mamma detect
a flutter in your bosom and your fledg.
ling purpose Of flight get it's pin feathers
pulled, IL not its neck wrung.
Voltaire limped forward with plate
OF buckwhent cakes. They were meal
OF the crop which had whitened the
slopes Of Westchester this summer and
purpled them this autumn. They were
round as u dvubloon or the moon at IT.
fullest. Their edges were sharp and moi
ragged and taggy. Their complexion
was most delicate mulatto. Their tex
ture was bubbly as the wake OF steam
boat. Eyes never lighted on higher arr
that the top cake, and even the one mex,
tho plate utterly refused TO be soggy,
Indeed. each pancake was a poem--a
madrigal of Sappho's most simply deli
cato confectioning. round as u sonnet
and subtle in flavor as AN cpigram.
These pearls Yoltaire cast before the
party. Nobody partook. Nobody up
preciated. Nobody noticed. The three
appetites % The three headaches were
too dead tn sir.
The old fellow was retiring whel
Mrs. BrothertoIt addressed him roughly
~ shall promote Plato and break you
Voltaire, u yQp are taken sick at tbs
wrong time again"
"Sorry. missns. Colored mobbas. mis
sus. No stoppin him. Berry bad in
deed"
His appearance disarmed suspicion
He was weary and dismal object after
his journey. No one, to look ut him
would have OWNED that his pangs were
OF the motive powers and not tho diges
tive--that he suffered with the MCKEE
shin. tho stubbed toe and tho strained
calf, and wax utterly unconscious Of q
stomach. except rs locality for coloniz'
ing . white lilo In.