Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-07-23

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slider my toilet in
{ complete withon
it," she added, as the little French
maid brought forth crimson rose tc
pin in her misti ess s hair.
Lillys made a beautiful picture in
the full glare of the light, which caused
her raven hair to seem the blackel
against the delicate yellow of her even.
ing gown.
"Mademoiselle looks beautiful
like a BRIDE" remarked Jeanne.
''Do you think SOP" said Lillys,
glancing dreamily at her own reaec-
tion, then frightening suddenly.
Jeanne, you are a fatterer-I dc
not believe you-besides, brides never
wear red roses. The idea! Jeanne,
only my third ball tonight, and to
look like II bride You may rest as
sured 1 am going to enjoy life now
and shall not marry for many year. ,
"Ah Mile. Lillys, you will be in
love before you are aware" replied
Jeanne, with wise nod of her head.
Lillys laughed gaily, took few last
glances at herself in the mirror and
was satisfied.
The clock on the mantel struck
nine, and Lillys was buttening the
last button of her long gloves, when
the servant announced Mr.. Crayton.
Every we'll; 1 shall be down direct
ly. Jeanne, throw my opera cloak
over me; don't muss the lace-there,
hand me the fan-Pm ready"
The next moment Lillys had reached
the drawing-room and greeted Mr..
Crayton, her escort for the evening.
Arrived at the magnifcently lighted
dancing hall of Mrs. Upton's hand
some mansion, Lillys Forsythe was al
once the centre of attraction.
1t was well-established fact that
Kenneth Crayton was madly in love
with the young woman, and that he
was the favorite one of her admirers.
l say ''favorite," inasmuch as she ac
cepted his invitations more frequently
than others, but just this evening she
became convinced that she not the
least bit in love with him.
"Of course, am to have my usual
number of dances on your programme.
Miss Forsythe?" said Kenneth Cray
ton.
81 think not, Mr.. Crayton, as Mr.
Barlow has already secured several
and"
"Then am to understand that
may take what is left?" questioned
Crayton, not without sarcasm, for il
there was one thing he could not en-
dure it was to see himself eclipsed by
another, SO ambitious was he and 81
accustomed to success.
"No, not exactly" replied Lilly
with a sweet smile, the instrumen
which had never failed in conquerins
him.
''Confound Barlow, anyhowl" hi
murmured.
'Mr. Crayton," as she looked al
him with tragi-comical expression
which was very fetching, show com
pllmentary!"
Later in the evening, as the strains
of dreamy waltz foated on the air
Lillys, leaning on the arm of Herb
Barlow, walked into the library ant
there in secluded nook they sat dowr
on the divan.
Lillys had a peculiar way of making
herself effective she did not pose, but
being graceful, every one of her atti
tudes was picturesque and pleasing.
Herbert Barlow's eyes even were daz
zled by her enhancing loveliness as
she sat there against the rich Oriental
tapestries, with her sparkling, brown
eyes scanning his face.
"Oh. had almost forgotten; this
is the waltz promised Mr.. Crayton.
Do take me back to the ballroom, Mr.
Barlow, before it is too late"
"Miss Forsythe," began Barlow, in
measured tones, looking steadfastly al
the girl with his penetrating gray eyes
scan you not give up ono dance will
that man for me?"
eyes, but"-Lillys tried not to no
tice or understand the last words.
"Mr. Crayton was already complain
ing of being treated unfairly by m,
tonight, and So"
$50 it would serve him right to suf
fer little for such q remark" put il
Barlow.
"No," with little pout, "not ex
actly; he has been very kind to me al
along"
With that the girl arose, and ther,
was nothing for Barlow to do but es
cort her and to wonder why sh'
treated him with such exasperatint