Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-08-23

CHAPTER XI-COntlnued.
From that time Constance Sinclair
put aside all outward token Of LEI
grief. She wrote to the gayest and
most pleasure-loving of her acquaint
,ances-young married women, whose
chief delight was to dress more eXpen'
sively thaa their dearest friends, and
10 be seen at three parties on the same
evening, and q few who were still
spinsters, from no fault or foolishness
of their cwn, since they had neglected
neither plans nor art in the endeavor
20 secure an eligible partner for the
dance of life. TO these Constance
wrote her letters of invitation, and the
first sentence in each letter was sutli-
cient to insure acceptance.
Dearest Ida-My husband is filling
the house with men for the hunting
season. Do come, and save me from
being bored to death by their sporting
talk. BE sure to bring your hunting
habit. Gilbert can give you q good
mount etc, etc.
Whereupon, dearest Ida, twisting
about the little note, meditatively re-
marked to her last b som friend and
nddante, odd that they should ask
people so soon after the death of Mrs.
Sinclair's baby drowned, too-it was
in all the papers, Dayenant is II sweet
house to stay at, quite liberty hall,
Yet | think | sha go, and If there
are plainly Of people / can finish out
my ball dresses in the evenings
Before another Sunday came Dave
mant was full of Poop ethe ottics noisy
with strange ladies maids, the stables
and harness Ooms full of life and bIs-
IL, not an empty stall or an uloccu.
lped loo box in the long range of
buildings, the billiard-room and snok-
ing-roOm resonant with masculine
laughter, unknown dogs pervading the
outbuildings and chained up in every
available corner,
Constance Sinclair had put away her
sOmber robes OF Grape and cashmere,
and met her friends with welcoming
smiles, radiant in black silk and lace,
her graceful figure set off by the latest
Far sian fashion, which, being the
newest, was, of course, the best.
i Thought she would have been in
deeper mourning" sa one of Mrs,
'Sinclair's dearest friends to another
d ring a whispered chat in . dusky
corner at afternoon tea, "T Q men
wer, so noisy with their haw-haw talk,
one could say what one liked re-
marked Mrs. Milamount afterward to
Lady Loveall.
Looks ather heartle S., doe mt it?-
an only child, too. She might at least
wear paramatta instead of that black
silk-not even mourning silk. | sup
pose that black net trimmed with jet
She wore IA night was from Worth.
My dear, you couldn't have looked
at it properly. Worth wouldn't have
made her such thing if she had gone
dc Tn on her knees to him. The sleeve
w;a positively antediluvian. Nice
house isn't it! Everything in good
style, What matches all these Clan
yardes have made
rs it true that she was engaged to
Sir Cyprian Da enant;"
They say so, How sorry she must
he He has just como into quite heap
vi ney. Some old man down in the
Lincolnshire fens left it to him-Quite
"a character, | believe Never spent
anything except on black-letter books,
and those have been sold for fortune
at Sotheby's. All, MIR. Wyatt how d We
do?" as the solicitor, newly arrived
that afternoon, threaded his way to,
ward the quiet corner; do come and
sit here. Is it true that Sir Cypriar
lDavenant has come into fortune?"
Nothing can be m )re true, unless il
is that Mrs. Millamount Looks younger
and lovelier every season,
You horrid tlattarer You are worse
than a French milliner, And is it true
that Mrs. Sinclair and Sir Cypriar
were engaged? But no, it would hard
Nv be fair to ask you about that You
are friend of the family"
AS q friend of the family, | an
bound to inform you that rumor is false
on that point. There wa no engage
ment"
Really, now"
But Sir Cyprian was madly in love
with Miss Clanyarde."
And She"
Il was not in the lady's confidence
but believe that it was only m,
friends poverty which prevented thei
marriage"
How horridlt mercenary~ criet
Mrs. Millamount, who came of an an
Gent Irish family, proud as Lucille
and poo. as Lazarus, and had been sac
rifced in the blossom of her days, lik
Iphigenia, to raise the wind not t.
Diana, but to rich stock broker
Perhaps as that was a long time az
she may have forgotten how mucl
more Plutus had to do with her mar
riage than Cupid,