The Black range. (Robinson, Socorro County, N.M.) 1882-1897, 1894-05-04

Going with some one else?" she re-
peated- well. of course he has a
right to suit himself"
And she kept within her own soul
the fevered fire of girlish resentment,
the gnawing pOngs of jealousy that dis
turbed her all the while that she was
sitting waiting for the great green cur
tain to be drawn up.
Until, of a sudden, there was q
slight bustle on the row of seats ber
yond, and Mr.. Emery entered with his
mother.
And then Kate's overgloomed face
grew bright again. She drew long
breath of relief and turned to tho
stage; it was as If the myriad gas
lights had all of sudden been turned
up; US if all the mimic world Of the
opera house had grown radiant.
Never was voice sweetcr In her ears
than the somewhat thin and exhausted
warble of Mile Rosalic dc'Viguc, the
prima donna: never did scenery glow
with such natural tints or footlights
shine more softly. Kate Marcy de-
clared that the opera was ''perfec,
tionI'
"Yes, but, said pert little Nina Cum
mings, "do look at harley Lmery,with
that little old woman! Why couldn't he
have come to sit with usT'
Kate bit her lip. In the crowd now
surging out of the ai3lea Of the little
opera house she could scarcely venture
20 express her entire opinion; but she
said, in low, earnest tone:
81 don't know what you think Of it,
Nina, but l. for my part, respect Mr..
Emery thousand times moro for his
politeness to his mothcr.p
And, almost at the same second, she
found herself looking directly into
Charles Emcry's eyes.
For moment only. The crowd sep
arated them, almost ere they could
recognize one another; but Kate felt
sure-and her check glowed vivid scar
letat the certainty-that he had heard
her words
Charley" said little Mrs, Emery,
looking in her sons face, Us they
emerged into the veil of softly falling
snow, which seemed to enwrap the
whole outer world in dim, dazzling lnys.
terry, "who was that glrl?"
"What girl, lnothcr?" with little
pardonaLlo hypocrisy.
"Thc one, Charley, with the big blue
eyes, and the sweet face, = raped in a
white, fleecy sort of hood-the one who
said she respected you?"
''It was Kate Marcy, mother"
"She has face like IN angel" said
Mrs. Emery, softly.
The next day the foreman of tho
rolling-mills went boldly to the old
Marcy homestead, whose red-briclI
gables, sheetcd over with ivy, rose up
out of the lca1ess cllns and bceches,
just beyond the noise and stir of busy
Crystalton.
Miss Marcy" he declared, with
out intending to be an cave dropper, l
heard what you said last night.
1T was not meant for your cars, Mr.
Emery" said Kate, coloring soft rosy
pink.
But" he pursued, looking her full
in the face, II cannot be satisfied with
mere cold respect, Miss Marcy. want
warmer, tenderer feeling toward my
self If you could teach yourself TO-
lore me-"
The dimples came out around Kate
Marcy's coral-red lips, wreathing her
smilo II wondrous beauty.
"1ne lesson - Glrcaay learned, Mr..
Emery" said she. II do love you.
have loved you for long time"
And the foreman of the rolling-mills
went home, cnvying neither king nor
prince that dly.
"But never should have loved you
so dearly" his young wife told him
afterward, "if you hadn't been so good
to that dear little mother of yours. In
my eyes you never looked hall SO
handsome as when you stood bending
over her gray head, in the crowded
hall of the opera house that night"
"You sec," said Emcry, laughing ut
her enthusiasm, II agreed with tho
hero of the old Scotch ballad:
'Sweethcarts may get many o one.
But Of mithcrs nc'cr another"
Amy Randolph, in N. Y. Ledger.