The Press., 1893-02-16

UtChWdTu OuG Ol TdIlSG Ol EOISy bu 5 lStS- cinating eyes. He recovered himself, as if mesmeric influence had suddenly been removed.
 "The young lady who was driving with you this afternoon-is at the table, pthink, he stammered.
 Miss Armadale-yes, she is here. She is my guest this summer" returned Miss Eliot with calm surprise.
 "True. MT. Craig mentioned your names. had just come in by the train as you drove to the station" persisted Forsyth.
 s'I know. We were forewarned of your arrival, of course. on account of this dinner"
 ssCraig and 1 are old friends" said Forsyth vaguely.
 | If Miss Eliot had been very brilliant herself she would have wondered per haps that Victor Forsyth, of whom she had heard so much, did not appear more brilliant. She was rather relieved at | his quiet way. She had already said to herself: ''He is very nice fellow. No one would suspect he was worth half million. Now," she added mentally, 'it will be pity if he, too, is going daft over Hope Armadale. She has destroyed Alan's peace of mind, and that is enough, though he is such flirt.''
 The dinner went on; Forsyth had no longer but one idea. It was to gain an- other look at the enchanting face that had appeared and disappeared. Furtive, almost feverish, he watched the end of the table. He could see that Craig had eyes and thoughts only for the lady be- side him. At times moody look came over his handsome face which Forsyth never remembered to have seen there before. But Miss Armadale did not come fairly within range again.
 When they rose from the table For syth had but one motive. It was to get presented to Miss Armadale. For that reason he devoted himself to Lucille Eliot as the most likely means of ac- complaining his purpose. But Craig and Miss Armadale had disappeared from the drawing room. Forsyth thought the figure in the long white cloak which passed and repassed the windows on Craig's arm was she, but he had no ex- cuse for joining them.
 Presently there was a strong touch on the keyboard of the piano, gliding into a measured waltz. The servants were rolling up the long rugs that covered the hardwood floors, and setting tEe chairs against the wall. Some one was inviting Miss Eliot to waltz. She ex- cused herself to Forsyth, and he re- mained standing watching the door. Two or three couples were moving to slow waltz time up and down the floor Forsyths attention was caught by some one clapping their hands together smart ly and calling out in peremptory way, 'Faster!'
 It was Hope Armadale. She and Craig had entered by side door, and stood together at the extreme end of the long room. She had bunch of blue violets in her bosom, which Forsyth was sure she had not worn at dinner. Had she just accepted them from Craig? Was he her lover? He was placing his arm about her waist. Forsyth had never before seen ''poetry" in a woman's mo. tion. His senses swam as Hope Arma dale came flying past him.
 ''For pity's sake, MT. Victor Forsyth have you left your manners i'll Ger, many? Don't you see there aren't dancing men enough to go roundY Ii was Clare Craig ill blue wrap and silver bangles, who had come up to him un perceived.
 ''But, Miss Clare-I don't waltz
 Ridiculous. Come!" She seized his hand. 'Hold me tighter. You are a great deal too tall for me-
 '"No matter. We are getting on al right.'
 '.Of course we are.'
 "And-when you are through witl me, won't you introduce me to the tall est lady in the room?'
 ''The tallest lady, Hope Armadale?"
 "Yes''
 ''Of course will, just to tease Alan.
 "Is" - Forsyths heartbeats almost choked him-s'is Alan engaged to Miss Armadale?'
 "He'd like to be-
 Forsyth could have hugged the elfist Glare for the comfort of her saucy words
 , "Come," she said, suddenly stopping midway in revolution, disengagine herself and catching her small hands around her partners arm. Allan has l, gone for her cloak or something. Nov !, is your chance. MT. Forsyth wants tt } waltz with you, Hope, because you're tall, she went on, all in a breath. ''. don't show him off enough" she wa. saying. Then her hands were unclasped and she was gone.
 Forsyth was murmuring something about pleasure" He had partial con trol of his words, none whatever of hi eyes, which looked exaltingly into Hopt Armadale's!
 I've tall people can sympathize witt each other," she said
 ''If height is-a bond of sympathy blessed be my many inches," laughed Forsyth. Will you give me one turn?'
 "Mr Craig has just gone for the car riage. We promised Mrs Eliot to come home early"
 cone turn," repeated Forsyth be tween entreaty and command.
 Miss Armadale rose, half undecided but still she rose. He held her in hi: arms. They caught the time, which tht musician 4uickened when he saw tha Miss Arnadale was dancing again Forsyth's protest to Clare was an af eectation. He waltzed superbly. The l pair moved in swift smooth circles,.as though by single will Forsyth knew this-knew that the will they moved by was his. He breathed the odor of the blue violets in Hope Armadale's bosom and it suffocated him. He was sure Craig had placed the flowers there. He could almost have snatched them away and scattered them underfoot. They were the last left dancing.
 "We must stop" Miss Armadale said
 He obeyed her almost abruptly. They Alan Craig. Miss Eliot had her wraps about her. She looked little dis. turbed.
 ''You are waiting for me- s;,il Ms