Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-03-19

did, indeed" he repeated, exaggerating
his tone in hopes of making her laugh
again.
But it was no use. Her face had re-
gained the calm. formal composure IL
had worn at the beginning OF the dance.
''She is like three girls rolled Into
one," though Despard. ''The shy.
country-bred miss she seemed at first"
and a feeling of shame shot through
him at the recollection OF his stupid
Judgment, then the cold, impassiye,
princess-like dsmsel, and by tittul Gimp
SEES yet another, with nothing In COM
mon with either. And Notwithstanding
the role she has chosen to play, IL
strongly suspect it is nothing but
role" he decided hastily.
The riddle interested him.
MAY will you not give me anoth-
er dance?" he said deferentially, for the
tenth waltz had come around.
81 am sorry 1 cannot" she replied.
The words were simple and girlish, but
the tone was regal. Good nlght' MI
Norreys. | congratulate you on your
self-sacrifice at the altar OF friendship.
You may now take your departure with
a clear conscience"
He stared. She was repeating some
of his own words: Miss Fforde bowed
coldly and turned away. And Despard,
bewildered, mortified even, though he
would not own it, yet strangely attract
ed, and disgusted with himself for being
so, after passing word or two with his
hostess left the house.
An hour or two later Gertrude Engle-
wood was bidding her young guest good
night.
"And oh, Maisle" she exclaimed,
chow did you get on with Despard? Is
he not delightful"
Miss Fforde smiled quietly. They
were standing in her room, for she was
to spend a night or two with her friend:
Ito tell you the truth, would
much rather not speak about him, she
said. "He is very good looking, and
well, not stupid, l dare say,
Bus I am not used to men, you
know, Gertrude-not TO men OF the day,
at least, Of which l suppose he is type.
| cannot say that care 10 see more OF
them. l am happier at nome Win pa
pa"
She turned away quickly. Gertrude
did not see the tears that rose TO the
girls eyes or the rush OF color that over
spread her face at certain recollections
OF that evening. She was nineteen, but
il was her first "real" dance and she
felt as If years had passed since the
afternoon only two days ago when she
had arrived.
Mrs. Englewood looked and felt sadly
disappointed. She had been so pleased
with her own diplomacy.
1T will be different when you are a
little moro in the way Of it," she said.
''And-I really dou't think your father
should insist on your dressing quite so
plainly. 1t will do the very thing he
wants to avoid-it will make you re-
markable."
mo, no." said Maisie, shaking her
head. Papa is quite right. You must
allow it had not that effect this even
ing. No one asked TO be introduced to
me-"
"There was such crowd" Ger
trude began, but this time Maisie'S
smile was quite hearty one as she III
terrupted her.
Never mind about that, "she said But
do tell me one thing. | saw Mr. Nor
reys speaking to you for moment as he
went out. You didn't say anything
about me 10 him, l hope?"
NO" said Mrs. Englewood, 81 did
not. would have liked to do so, she
added, honestly, "but somehow he look
en- lueer-not exactly bored, but not en-
couraging. So just let him go"
That's right" said Maisie; thank
you. / am so glad you didn't. | do hope
| shall never see him again" she added
TO herself.