The Yale expositor., 1894-10-05
FOR LOVE OF CATHIE.

id against the white and gold jamb OF
the ballroom door, with his arms fold
ed across his breast
His dark eyes now blazed with jeal-
ousy, and again glowed with tender
ness, as he looked down the brilliant
length of the salon to the flower-arch-
ed alcove, where Cathie Faye had
paused with her partner Of the dizzy
La Gitana" waltz.
He could only see her proud head
with it's rippled coils Of gold-yellow
hair. and the milk-white nape of her
graceful neck Or, as the whirling cou-
| pies circled to and fro, he could catch
glimpse of her silken topaz-tinted
| gown.
The gloom upon Sidney Cavendish's
manly countenance became darker and
more profound as he looked at her.
Cecil Bradley is the recipient of all
her smiles to-night-of every waltz" |"
he said to himself. "She has nothing
for me except repellent coldness. 1t
was different before Bradley came up
here for the autumn shooting. could
| nave SWOIH lll6n ludl she lONtu
Suddenly he dropped his arms and
changed his martial-like attitude. He
started down the long room, making
his way deXterously between the whirl-
ing walters.
As he neared Cathie Faye and her
evidently fascinated companion, some
instinct caused her to turn and to lift
her eyes toward him.
With her topaz brown eyes, her gold
yellow hair( her alabaster skin, and her
lips like a cleft cherry, Cathie Faye
was lovely enough to gain the love Of
any man.
AS she turned toward Cavendish. n
large rose she wore in her bodice be-
came unfastened and dropped to the
floor.
Both men sprung forward to pick it
up, and both touched 1t at the same
instant.
1T is mine" said Cecil Bradley.
II claim it," Cavendish said in the
same breath.
1T is mine,' Bradley repeated with
q movement as if he would strike the
others hand aside.
Physically he might have been re-
garded as more attractive man than
CavendIsh.
His features were faultlessly nodded,
colorless, and OF the supposed aristo-
cratic type.
He was swarthy as a Spaniard, with
curling black hair and a delicately
up-pointed little black mustache.
The dark-gray eyes Of Cavendish, his
intellectual brow and full. firm lips,
indicated more masculine strength aud
power.
Those gray eyes flashed lightning at
Bradley's motion TO push back his
hand.
But he restrained himself nobly.
"Cathie-Miss Faye-shall decide the
matter" he said quietly.
II agree to that" said Bradley.
Being asked to thus openly and deois-
lively TO choose between them, naturally
embarrassed the girl.
She forced bubble Of laughter from
her cherry lips.
You shall neither have IT," she ex-
claimed. with a pretty, girlish pout
And reaching suddenly down. she
snatched the poor unoffending rose and
tore it into hundred fragments.
Let us hope you do not treat hearts
in TIE same mann ar" Bradley com
mcnted jestingly.
II was a Jest which the girl deemed
urtimely. and she was offended by It,.
Her glance Of scOrnful displeaSure
was SO scathing that Bradley's covert
" sncering features flushed. and he
suddenly sauntered away.
Why are you so cold and strange,
/ Csthie? What have l done that ! am
denied even one single dance tOnightT'
CGvendish asked, when his rival left
them together
She did not answer. But something
in her look-SorTowful. incredulous,
ane icily proud-half maddened him.
''fou must have known | loved you.
dea,," he continued passionately. And
I thought. sweet. that you loved me.
And yet in a week, day. you change
toward me. Your smiles. your kind
nesg are for another. For me you have
only coldness and scorn. Don't you
tlliLk, Cathfc. | deserve to know the
/ -oa.on of all this at least?'
Cathie looked at him with coquet.
tish smile.
"Clll 1t woman's caprice. II yot
like she answered. with little shrA
OF her gr a 'ful shoulders.
fancied her capricious. nor n coquettr,
and h dislikcd to believe ii now.
He Enew not what to believe. Shit:
had ca.ed for him once-of that he was
as NUre as he was of his own exist
| cnc1
He sSpied Bradley coming back. and
with grave salute he walked away.
The instant he did so the girls en-
tire countenance changed and sadder-
eG.
How can l believe what Cecil says
Of him? How can ~ she murmured.
"Ah Sidney you are right! l did love
you. and l love you still!'
Many of the guests departed early,
only those remaining who lived In the
immediate vicinity Of the elegant sum.
mer villa.
There were two who crossed a lit
tie lake to the big hotel on the oppo-
site side.
These two were Cavendish and Cecil
Bradley.
1t was nearly midnight when they
went down the long path through the
villa ground 60 the small pagoda-like
ctr m tho 1oIsa'c bopB x..hova