The Dickinson press., 1894-01-20
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her"
II like that description" said Hya-
cinth, impulsively; II shall like her"
1--WE shall see Then comes a cousin
Of my own, Major Tarne-a hero In
every sense Of the word-an invaded
officer, who nearly died of jungle fever
in India-a man who Is honest In
thought and deed"
II shall like him." said Hyacintll,
with q candor that delighted Lady
Rosedcnc.
II hope you will" she replied. "1lheu
there is Kate Hutton; every n Lies
her; she is one of the most frank, can
dill, %outspokeh girls in Christend0m.
Brave. high-spirited, and fearless, she
has never said an u%ngcnerOus word or
done a mean action in her life, I am
sure; and. withal, she is very pretty,
bright and intelligent, II not beautiful.
Our only other visitor at present Is Sir
Harry Beauvoir. and there is nothing
extraordinary about him."
Hyacinth laughed the happy: sunny
laugh Lady Ieoscdene loved to hear.
II should say, then. that he is out Of
place here, where every one has some
extraordinary quality or other"
"Sir Harry helps to cement all the
extraordinary qualities in my we'll &C.
lected party. There must be n or
two inanitics, just to serve rs a foil for
the others. Now, shall 1 send my maid
to help you to dress:"
Hyacinth looked at her sllyly.
II think I can manage best without
her." she answered; Il have never been
accustomed to n maid.'.
You shall do just as you like, my
dear; but, remember, n first appearance
is everything; and l have made up my
mind that you shall produce a certain
efect-and I shall be disappointed IL
my wish is not realized" She laid her
hand caresslngly on the wealth of
golden hair. 1T would require an mr..
fist to do Justice to this. You had bet
ter let my maid come; she is a true
Parisienne; she knows exactly to the
shade of a leaf or the tying Of a ribbon
what suits every one. I want you to
be a belle of bellies"
Lady Rosedene, as usual, had her own
way. Hortense came. and was delight
ed with the exquisite beauty Of the
young visitor. For the first time, Hya-
ciuth began to realize that she was gift
ed with unusual beauty, and that beau.
ty was Of itself a power.
Hortense talked the whole time. She
was n OF Lady Rosedene's privileged
dependents, one who never went one
inch beyond the line marked for inter-
course between lady and maid. She
took the greatest pains with Hyacinth.
She dressed the golden hair In such a
beautiful and artistic fashion that Hya-
cinth could hardly believe it was her
own. The simple white dinner dress
lay on the bed; the Frenchwoman made
1t elegant and picturesque by means of
trailing sprays of green leaves; she
made a pretty head-dress of green
leaves and white, shining blossoms.
"1s it really II" asked the young girl,
simply, looking in wonder at the beau
tiful vision Of loneliness. Before her
was a face fair and pure, clear eyes,
and sweet lips. There was a wealth of
golden hair, fine, soft and luxuriant.
She saw neck and arms white as milk,
and perfect as though shaped by sculp-
tors hands.
HOrtense smiled at the words.
poets have said beauty wants no
adOrnment," she said, "but to my think
ing, Miss Vane, nothing improves any
lady, either young or old, so much as
dress. That is the bell. My lady said
that she would take you to the drawing
room herself"
So, flushed with the consc'.. usness
Of her own loneliness, Hyacinth Vane
went with Lady Rosedene into the
handsome apartment where she was SO
eagerly awaited.