The Dickinson press., 1894-01-20
CHATTER Y.

1t was fairyland to the girl who had
face and the lime-blossoms that hung
over her mothers grave. She had tried
to imagine what life was like, and had
failed. To her father 1t meant only love
and regret; to her it meant longing and
hope. Now she saw what it was to otn-
ers-love, laughter, song, happiness.
brightness, and enjoyment of cyery
kind. She saw the smiling faces Of
fair women, their jewels, the sheen Of
their dresses, %caressing, suave manner.
their thousand charms. She saw men
with the faces and chivalrous manners
she had dreamed of us belonging to the
knights Of old. She saw lights, flowers,
everything beautiful and luxurious. and
she woke suddenly to the knowledge of
what life meant. Her whole heart
went out to it; she held out her arms,
as 1t were, to embrace It.
That first evening passed delightfully."-.
She was even more admired than Lady
Rosedene had anticipated. Miss SAINT
liked her at once; but, in her usual
straightforward fashion, she remarked
privately to Lady Rosedene:
II doubt whether, after all. you have
>cted wisely in bringing th"t ,..-ely
child into society; there IS the dawn OF
a tragedy In her face. Fair, sweet, in
nocent as 1t IS now, a story will be
written there some day, and you will
be responsible for 1t. have never seen
a girl with such lovely violet eyes
who had not a story, and a sad one"
"She is the daughter of a gentleman"
replied Lady Rosedene. II cannot see
that l have done anything extraordi-
nary in asking her to visit me-"
Il hope you will never repent of 1t.
But l see much in that girls face be-
yond mere beauty; there Is poetry,
passion, love, Jealousy. Take care; hui
man hearts are not playthin,ss. Do
not try to marry her too well, and let
her learn to love some one who will
really care for her."
Much as Lady ROsedcne liked her can
did friend, she was hardly pleased at
the warning. "After ALL. she snil to
herself, 1T matters little what any one
says"
The bright days passed. Hyaciuth
learning many things-to ride, to dance,
to drive; the gentlemen delighted in
teaching her. She was so frank, SO
fair. SO unspotted by the world, SO
fresh, so simple and original, they de-
clared it was better than reading poetry
to talk to Miss Vane. No one else had
the least chance while Hyacinth was
near: her beauty, her grace, her wit,
her simplicity, her bright intelligence.
made her queen of the brilliant society
In which she found herself.
One week of the month had passed,
Sir Harry declared that he was dying
Of love. Major Tarne said less, but was
evidently captivated by the lovely
young belle. Hyacinth laughed at It
all; the flattering exaggerations of Sir
Harry, the lover-like manner of the
handsome major, were all lost on her.
She laughed ut both. They could never
melt her into the faintest CLEAN of ten.
derness, or subdue her into one mo.
ment's gravity. Lady Rosedene tried
once, and once only to direct her, aud
failed signally.
MY dear Miss Vane," she said, you
are very cruel to your lovers"
II have 40 lovers" answered the girl,
with a burning crimson flush.
"Your admirers. then. Major Tarne
evidently awaits only an opportunity;
and he Is a good match few better"
"a good match for what or whom?''
asked Hyacinth, with the light of won.
derful scorn In her eyes.
Then Lady Rosedene remembered
) that the jargon Of the fashionable world