The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1894-01-20

me, said Adele.
But you make your own. you cleve,
creature. And 50 shall when an
married. .
Not while frank Danton can afford
to buy you such diamonds as your en-,
a gagement ring
Isn't it beautyi Frank likes it.
too. He kisses it every time he sees it,
THE diamond or the fingers? You
have the prettiest hands ever saw,
4 Imogene.
"They do look nice, don't they?v
said that young woman, conceitedly
contemplating ten pinls~and-whitc &c
gers. II always have them manicures;
Saturday afternoons. The very presti
est hand / ever saw was a mans We
met last summer at Geneva Lake. Jane !
story reminded me of him The Tow
sends brought him down for one Of the
/ hops at the hotel He was real nice
looking, talked well. and, we were told,
danced well. So you may imagine how
| Welcome he was. Men, particularly
dancing men, nre so scarce in summer
hotels. Why, you met him, too. Name. :"
Yes, met him, and that was about
all Imogene was very busy driving
FRANK Danton wild with jealousy just
then, SO she took possession Of the new
conner, and no one else had chance
'Story-teller!' cried Imogene, maxi
ing ball of her paper and finging it
at Name. mo such thing, Cousin
Jane. And besides, was we'll pun
ished for it. And Name, you migrate,
didn't give you the first dance with
hirn?H
Eyes, to feel the way and report to
you about his hand Let me tell you,
Cousin Jane
mo. let me. You see, old Mrs
TownseEa presented him to me with
such a flourish of wanting me to be
cordial that shook hands with him
which | seldom DO on an introduction.
He pulled his right-hand glove off to do
It'll hate man who wears gloves in
summer, don't you?-and he had the
most beautifully-shaped hand / ever
saw, as white and soft as my own. He
didn't take off the other glove. BY and
by, when he went into the dining
room, he still had it on, and our table
was too far from the Townsends fo1
one to see whether he took it off to eat
or not Well. afterward / dressed for
the hop rather early. AS / came
downstairs ! heard the notes of
piano. Who's that playing?' / asked
little Bella Atkins. That odious child
was always hanging about the parlors
watching everything that went on and
always repeating it to The last one she
ought Why, once she told Frank that
I-well, I'll tell you about that some
other time. So she said that it was the
new man that sat at the Townsends'
table. No one was playing when |
entered the ROOM There were several
people there. The new man was near.
est to the piano, but it seemed to me
very strange that he should play it
with one hand gloved. However, it
would be still queerer If he should play
it with one hand artificial
I have known of such things. Did
you ever see Courtenay Thorpe in "A
Pantomime Rehearsal?
Eyes; but you don't tell me that he
why, how queer! Well, anyhow, this
man asked me if he might not take a
little turn on the piazza with me.
Frank was there, looking black as
thundercloud, SO, of course, said yes.
Well, we walked to and fro, and fro
and to. He gave me one arm, of course,
and with the other he kept putting
aside the vine branches that grow SO
thick and get in your way. The moon
light came through them, and he talked
beautifully, and several times | saw
FRANKS head at the door looking after
me. I was having lovely time .
s'Here's where 1 come on the scene,
Cousin Jane" put in Name. Dancing
time this was stopped. They looked as
ii they were having lovely lime, and
was rather relieved to hear lmogene
say: Not the first; have promised |
that to Mr. Dalton. But l shall be |
pleased to introduce you to my sister,
and, if do say it, she is the best dancer
In the place.
s'You see," put in Imogene, II was
uneasy about that hand
1T was lucky he had no time to re-
ply. l was right there, you know, and |
she introduced him and he just had to |
ask me to dance. Cousin Jane, his
worst enemies couldn't criticise his |
dancing
''He was an inspiration. When we
get to Heaven hope the angels will
dance like that"
''Oh, Name! Sunday, too .
"Well, don't care-but, oh. Cousin
Janet His handl his hand! the one
that went round your waist, was all |
right. But the one that held yours
could have screamed when l touched |
it-stitf and cold! Wood, you know,
just as we thought or composition, or
whatever they make them of. And he
had some fiendish way of working it
with spring. Click! it went, and shut
up on you like a trap. Oh, it was aw-
full! I was frightened u death, but | /