Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-08-04

then went back to the magazine he
was reading; having exhibited about
the interest a mummy might have eX-
pcctrd. Not being Il mummy, | re-
Oclled
We'll" l remarked sharply and sug-
gcStivcly.
He raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
Still no remark
do you like my drcss?" demand.
ed point blank. ''Is it pretty"
| knew very well it waS and that
pink was really becoming to me.
well. yes" said Jack. lazily. ITS
very neat"
"Oh. well!'' I said loftily. "it doesn't
make the slightest difference to me
whether you like it or not. | only ask
cd for-fOr--"
For instance indolcntly. "wlcrc
are the roses | sent llp:"
"Cpstairs." I answered inlifrcrrntlv,
coolly ignoring the fact that they law
III my toquet holder in the hall. II
prefer pink ones TO the whitc.'
rink on pink. All. ycs.' said Jack.
reflectively, delightful contrast: strik
ing one. too"
We'll. I don't suppose you care" 1
observed Spltefully.
81? oh. no." he said. coolly. mot at
all Your hair looks better high than
low Kit"
The exact reason why | did it low"
answered wrathfully. Il enjoy re-
scmbling an Esquimau."
Yes: Wear their hair low. do thcy:"
he inquired with interest "Thc Japa-
Dcse now. you know he paused
suggeStively
don't like you a bit tonight" |
said with delicious frankness. "And |
Shan't dance with you once tonight,
Mr.. Montague. l decided that long
ago"
"No?" with a little mocking smile.
hadn't considered that as yet. Kit
"Well, l had" l answered viva
cously.
"And l won't be called Kit again. if
YOU please"
"All right. I<ittie."
Nor Kittie by YOU" | went on. "My
name is Catharine.'
Yes. so l understand" he said la
lilly. "Or Kate. Now. | prefer Kate,
do you know?' A name which he
knew | dctestcd.
Jack Vale Montague. l hate you.'
observed. cordially. as l hurried out
10 throw his old white roses into the
lirc.
A tiny slip of white paper fell to the
floor as | lifted them. On it read:
For love is a full-blown rose. they say:
For newborn love one b'own part away;
For friendship the buds sent to day.
BY evening let them bloc II as they may
"Letthcm bloom as they may- And
Il, L..
rose. ] buried my face in them sud
denly. as | saw Beverly Donovan com
ing up the steps. How diSlikcd
Beverly Donovan! Light people, as Il
class. appeared to me dctestablc then.
for the gentleman was Il decided
blonde. Nevertheless in another two
hours. | was waltZing the length of
Mrs. Paul Weatherby's ball room with
him. and Jacks roses We're in my hand
and two in my hair. White ones did
look better on pink. after all.
My card was filled except one num-
Der. Il waltz and when l was seated
/ saw Jack making his way towards
me. Just at that moment Mr.. Dono-
van waS looking at my card.
"IIavr YOU Il dance for me. kittic?"
asked Jack. as his glance rested just
i'i II nlolllcII oll HIS lioNPIS Ill MY
hand.
"IIavc r. l asked Mr. Donovan.
".IuSt onc--a waltz" he said. land
lust on the point of claimin. it," he
added rcgretfully. Il have only three.
You know"
"Only three?' | asked in as great
surprise as if I had not thanked my
lucky stars for 1t not five minutes be-
r., t,,J- hat I,y. MI
means. l am afraid" said. swectly.
turning to Jack. that | have none for
you. Mr.. Montague"
''As YOU please" he remarked indif-
fcrcntly. and walked away.
Some way it was not Il very pleas
ant evening. Everything was lovely.
everyone else declared; the ices We're
poems in now" one young lady re-
rien of her third Nobody tore my
partners were good: the music was
for successful evening were fulfilled.
and vet things did not seem right.
stood at length waiting for the last
waltz. the "IIomc. Sweet Home" to
begin. when the r,uSic suddenly stole
through the room with one of Chopins
exquisite v3lScS.
".'impromptr extra!' called the
promptcr gayly, and-in a moment
some one had passed his arm lightly
about my waist and | was wh;rling.
gliding through the dream measures
of that perfect time with Jack.
1t was the first time that | had ever
waltzcd with him. After the first mo-
mcnt of surprise | said nothing,
thought of nothing except to dread the
time when the music should cease and
then
"Kittie" murmured Jacks voice,
''do YOU know-can you guess what
you did when you wore my flow rs
tonight:
"Ycs. That l decided pink flowers
not so pretty on pink as white ones
| answered slowly.
NO" he said passionately; ''no.
Kittic. not that May I give my own
meaning: Is it that their message is
anything to you?'
One quick clasp of my hand upon
his one glance from my eyes to those
above me: then the sweet wailing
notes died away-and | had lost my
ward-Evcning Wisconsin.
a Witty Reply.
DIR. Reid. the celebrated medical