The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1894-11-14

Thomas Tarbox's prosaic suit. Could
it be possible that she was the same
girlP
The Staats-Burgoyne mansion was a
blaze of silver-tongued electric lights, a
crush of flowers, dream of Partisan
toilets, and in their midst Mrs, Della
croix felt proud consciousness that
Lesbia, in her ivory-white satin and her
old lace, set off by the Delacroix pearls,
looked like white rosebud, newly
opened. She pulled at her hostess
sleeve.
"Dear Mrs. Staats-Burgoyne," she
whispered, sis that the eastern traveller
the tall man with the straight Greek
profile and the towering height? Pray
Introduce him to Lesbia. I do so want
the dear girls to meet him."
Mrs. Staats-Burgoyne smiled gra-
ciously.
miss Field" said she, "allow me to
present to you Mr.. Evelyn"
Lesbia turned with little start from
a group of fair maidens with whom she
was talking.
The eastern traveller bowed low, but
Lesbia stood as if she were rooted to
the ground.
A1loS L lSId uO0S uOG GSnoOD0T
we are old friends" said MI Evelyn,
with certain well-bred composure. II
would have come to you at once, Miss
awaiting your summons"
"It-is never-Thomas Tarbox!"
stammered Lesbia, her heart beating as
if it would burst through its prison of
satin and pearls.
"They call me Tom Evelyn now,"
said the elegant stranger, smiling eau
tiously. at was the condition on which
| inherited the fortune which has en-
abled me to travel. would have writ
ten you all about it. Lesbia, if you had
condescended to answer my last letter.
Will you favor me with the third waltz?
And lien, perhaps, we shall be able to
talk little more comprehensively."
He turned with consumate ease to
greet new crowd of strangers, all
eager to be introduced to the lion of
the evening.
Lesbia gazed at him with a delicious
pride of possession; and yet, was he
still hers?
"Lesbia!" cried Grace Burney. you
little arch deceiver, you have played us
all false! You are the 'other girIr"
She replied to Grace's audacious
speech only hy look.
Sophie Staats-Burgoyne recoiled.
Hush, Grace" said She She's real
ly angry. It's case OF hands off,
The other girl is not to be tritied with"
Until the looked-for waltz came, Les
bia Field was wretched. She looked
piteously up into Mr.. Evelyn's face as
he offered her his arm.
$50 1 have changedP" he said, half
smiling.
"And if you're not ashamed of me
"Please don't, Thomas!"
"My darling, pardon me-" murmured
he. you are prettier than ever, and I
am more i'll love with you than l was
before. Still, if you desire to be re-
leased from our ngagement-"
"Oh, Thomas, mol"
"You are pale. Does this whirling
step make you giddy? Then we will
sit out little while"
When they returned from the cool
shadows of Mrs. -Burgoyne's
orchid house Lesbia took the eastern
traveller straight to Mrs. Delacroix.
"Lesbia," cried the old lady, "why
didn't you tell me?"
Because" whispered Lesbia, II
didn't know"
Sophie and Grace exchanged mis-
chievous glances.
"The other girl is first in the innings"
said they.
But little Ernestine rejoiced in spirit.
Il am to carry the basket of roses"
said she, "and scatter flowers on the
BRIDES pathway. Oh, what beautiful
thing a wedding is!"-Saturday Night.