Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-02-22
Al. WAR With HERSELF.
The Story Of a WOman'S AtOnemeRt,
by Charlotte N. Braeme.
CHATTER xx1-.COntlnuod.

know Ne is coming. am sure those
roeo are more fragrant, and the lilies
more brilliant. can see their golden
hearts, Sy,&
She buried her face amid the cool,
deep nlylcpps-she was as one be-
witched with the charm OF her own
happiness Lady Fanshawe,
struck bysher manner, ventured TO re-
mOnstrdte. ~
Dear Lady Charnleigh, are you moi
wanting in that great charm OF all
woll-bred WOmen--perfect repose?"
RepOse while the leaves were whis-
peitiMg TO the simmer wind, while the
bees and butterflies cOquetted with the
flowers, while her own heart was beat
ing with delight that knew no words,
every pulse and nerve thrillingl Lady
ChaTnisigh laughed aloud.
II ami mot conducting myself as a
COUNTESS should" she said. Il had for
gotten all abont what you call the dig
nifty Of my position, auntie; l only re-
membered thatI was, without eXcep-
tion, the happiest girl in the wide
world. IL Is time to dress, Ethel, she
added turning to Miss Dacre. 81 want
YOU, 10, look ,bewitching--I want le beau
sabrenr 10 fall in love with you.
She spoke lightly and never saw the
death7like pallor that came over the
sweet face.
HE has done something of the kind
already, Le6nie, but it is with you, not
with me-"
"A fact which would show that he
had neither taste nor sense, II 1t were
true" laughed Lady Charnleigh. Let
me advise YOU as to what dress you
should wear, Ethel. Stand quite still,
and i will study you"
She made u pretty picture, standing
with q BtudiOus expression on her face,
her finger laid on her lips. She could
not DO silent for long.
What dreamy, poetic beauty yours
is, Etb6tl How strange that you should
be 90 like the Elaine we saw at the
exhibition The painter must have
kn6WnyOp."
lido not think So" said Miss Dacre.
~YOn remind me OF starlight, and
oh, Ethel, how beautiful the starlight
Ss, how calm, serene, and holy, yet Civ
ing one vivid idea OF hidden fire."
you began to speak Of my dress,
observed Miss Dacre, patiently; and
you have already reached the stars.
When will you be on earth again?"
a sBSshnayer behave like countess.
"A true lady of rank, says auntle,
should be known by her dignifed
silence and repose.' Your dress, Ethel,
must he black lace over white silk with
silver l6Wers; you will personify star
light them"
But her own toilet was not 80 easily
decidAd upon. That evening Lady
Char ighlwas difficult to please. At
last 6iie chose o bewitching costume OF
pelA 64argreenr silk, half covered with
rich white lace, and looped up with
White Water-l lilies; small lily nestled
"a t@b coils Of her fair hair; and with
this dress, recherche and poetical,
Lady o harnleigh wore q suit Of mag
AifiCent emeralds.
IAN hour later and Lady Charnleigh
sat at the head Of the table. Perhaps
her servants wondered why for these
two gentlemen she had ordered the
service Of gold plate, which was usual
ly reserved for state occasions. She
knew she would have paid to few 9th
ors' the hDnor she paid to Sir Bertram.
She had received him with gracious
words and kindly smiles; with them
she sought to hide the vague, happy
emotion that filed her heart. Paul
Elemyng saw the bright bushes on the
clad young face, and tried to believe
they were for him.
You, have some grand old pictures,
1 am told, Lady Charnleigh," said Sir
Bertrsp;, may l ask you to show them
70 moi"
Nothing would please me BETTER"
she said; after dinner we will go
through the gallery. Ethel, you are
always talking OF pictures--will you
1oin MS with Capt. FlemyngP | like
the gallery better than any part Of
Grown Leighton"
So after dinner they went. Lady
Fanshawe declined to accompany them.
rYOn must know every picture well,
considering the time you spend among
them, Lady Charnleigh," she said.
And one or two of her hearers we're
quite as well pleased that she should
remain where she was.
Few private mansions in England
could boast of a picture gallery so mag
nificent as that of Crown Leighton. 1t
was large, lofty and superbly decor
ated. In some places the walls are in
laid with mirrors; the ceilings had
been painted by lie Brun; the windows
formed deep bays that were carpeted
with crimson cloth; and Sir Bertram,
who had an artists eye for color,
thought he had never seen fairer
picture than that Of Lady Charnleigh,
with her robes Of green silk and lace
sweepihg the floor. How we'll the ar
fistic, picturesque dress suited her!
How royalty beautiful she looked in
$fOse shining emeralds!
n You will be my cicerone,' he said.
@TsuppOse Captain Flemyng knows all
the glOries Of Crown Leighton"
The girl turned to the young soldier
with look Of genuine frankness and
regret ON her face.
iggrYOu are generous not to hate me, +"
.She said, when you see all that have
robbed you Of. A."
81 tsYou have given me more than you
have taken from me, he returned; and
both look and words we're SO much pain
I 20 Ethel Dacre.
There was no lack Of conversation
! among the four; they were all art-lov-
&TS; they knew most of the worlds fa-
NOUS pictures; they could criticise and
hhmpare. Ieonie, Lady Charnleigh,
showed perhaps the greatest and most
cultivated taste.
q They fingered long in the gallery,