Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-09-22


Ii Is n darlln2!s enthusiastically
uttered Mrs. Dolby. "A thousand
tines wiser than Pet, though she's
three years younger. And Di is grow
ing prettier every day. You see, they
can forget that they are nv step
dan2nters, though We tried nv best
to obllterate the line Of distinction.
y "a getting 10 be really fond OF me,
but fet never could quite confide in
mc. DO try some OF these prapes,
MIR Iorke, White Chasselas, YOU
k.los. About Pet: We hal tele.
gram this morning, signed, Penelope
Fr ..cateill, SO shes married by this
time
''ln that case, said Mr.. Yorke,
there's nothing to be done that can
see =
''But rs such a comfort to have
ones family lawyer to consult with /"
sail Mrs. Dolby, enthusiastically.
sAnd low you're down here, you'll
stay f.r a few DAYS? Dedloek viii
retIl4 IN a week, md | want you to
leak tne news to him. Do stay, Mr..
Yoke!
Do stay. Mr.. Yorke, pleaded a
swee, voice benin him and he turned
to sec Diana Dolby, beautiful young
hlunctte, with complexion like
creamy velvet and large, melting eyes.
"pet and Felix Francaletti have hope
lessly disorsanized oil our plans, and
we must have some one to help us
out.
Gwen such an old fellow as [ am ?"
laughed Yorke, holding the slim,
little hand second or two longer thar
was absolutely necessary.
D; cast sweet, sidelong glance at
him, full of bewildering, jetty light.
ooh, you're not SO very Old, said
she, demurely and yorke relinquished
his clasp.
Yes, he was certainly verslng to-
ward forty, and Di was only seven
teenl
Mrs. Dolby laughed; as if it were
an excellent joke.
Mrs. Dolby, he remembered, bit
terly. was always lacking in tact and
sense. What was there to laugh at :?
All the rest of the house party. how
ever, welcomed him rapturously, and
in spite Of himself be was drawn into
the vortex Of merry making.
Mrs. Appleby, plump widow, who
had once firted with him in the long
ago before she married the defunct
| Appleby, showed a remarkable anxi-
ETY. to pick up the thread of sentiment
| Just as they had left it in the old days,
and. to avoid her rather passee smiles,
| Yorke found himself unavoidably
| |o1oSu iuto VIZ y fouuSCi CltoACS.
And it was surprising how heartily
he enjoyed it
"Really!' cried Mrs. Dolby, one
| morning. ''Tableauxs! After Mrs
Appleby and | went up stairs last
night? What did YOU have, chill.
| dren?"
''Oh. lots of lovely things said
Cecile Montpensier. The 'Huguenot
Lovers, of course, and the Bride o
Lanmermoor. and delightful little
private theatrical-'TheL Lovers De
cislon' Mr.. Yorke was Peter Prim,
and Di was keturah Posey, and Jack
Thorpe WAS the clergyman who mar
ried EN-. He did look so clerical il
mammals white China Grape shawl.
Why didn't you call us?' chirped
Mrs. Appleby. archly.
I've didn't want any old people.
explained needless Di and then she
remembered herself, and colored red
der than any rose in June. That is,
Of course, we knew that mamma had {
headache.
Miss Montpensier relieved the EN-
barrassment OF the situation By sud
denly striking the grand openinl
chords OF the -Washington Pos
March on the piano
N-rs Dolby laughed Mrs Appleb.
turned away with malicious toss o
the head.
This: mink, said she to herself
"Ill teach her lesson or tvo!"
The next afternoon she seized the
fortunate opportunity when Diana ha
gone into the rose garden to gsthe
roses to decorate the drawingFoon
for the evenings dance.
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