Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1895-06-06


fifth had become aware of her capacity
to serve on the occasion. Possibly she
OWNED that some suggestion made by
Lieutenant Curzon had resulted in the
invitation. Why did she not betray
more joy in the opportunity of diver
sion? The messenger was piqued,
puzzled, even tantalized, by the APP
pearance of willful indifference in her
bearing.
"You understand the role assigned
you, do you not?" he demanded, with
tender insistence.
81 understand perfectly we'll" she
rejoined, musingly. "Grandpapa may
not consent, though"
"He must consent We will tell
him there is question of receiving q
Russian grand duke"
"Should l be required to recite a
verse; have done that several times
at the convent" said Dolores, with
childish triumph.
He suppressed smile.
''Not on this occasion, Dolores. May
I call you DoloresP"
She gave neither consent nor re-
fusal; dimple deepened near the cor
ner of her mouth.
81 will bring all the things in the
morning, mean your stage wardrobe,
and then we will have full dress re-
hearsal here in the garden" said the
young man, blithely. "Grandpapa
shall decide If you are a true Pheni-
clan maiden"
81 must be ugly and yellow, like the
figures on the bits of stone and pot
terry" demurred Dolores, ruefully.
"As if you could be other than love-
ly, Dolores" he said, bending over
her. "Afterward there is to be ball. "
An expression of sudden delight
TRANSPORTED her face. She threw back
her head, and opened her eyes. Togo
to ball and dance! What felicity of
happiness! She clapped her hands to-
gether, with an irrepressible transport
of delight, and sprang to her feet with
an elasticity of movement which sent
a tingling vibration of sympathy
through the veins of her companion.
81 will come if grandpapa only con-
sents," she exclaimed.
"Give me the very first waltz" in
sisted Arthur Curzon, with soft
meaning in his tone.
The maiden accustomed to ball room
gallantry might have blushed mod
estly, lowered her glance and toyed
with her bracelet before yielding con-
sent
Young Dolores stopped to recover
her scissors, and retorted frankly
"Oh, yes!"
Then she added, naively:
81 thank you for remembering me-"
Jacob Dealtry approached from the
house and returned the greeting of the
officer without warmth, and yet with
out any manifestation of surprise at
his second visit.
Dolores flew to his side, clasped her
hands on his arm, and explained the
invitation of Mrs. Grifith's to the tab
leaux and ball
The old man listened without COM
mert, while his countenance betrayed
bewilderment and suspicion.
"Did you come to see my Moorish
coin?" he questioned abruptly of Lieut.
Curzon, when his grandchild had fin.
ished.
YES" said the young man, with
hypocritical alacrity. 81 think of GO
ing in for that sort of thing, Mr.. Deal
try, during my stay at Malta, and
making collection.
Every good" muttered the grand
father, producing the Moorish coin for
his inspection,
Wounded pride made Dolores fash a
re2roachful glance at the officer, while
her short upper lip curled scornfully
81 would not buy privilege" she
said in a smothered tone, as the old
man shuffled away in search of other
relics, tempted by the yielding mood
of the amateur collector
81 would buy some privileges, he
retorted, laughing.
She shook her head and approached
him near. Her shoulder touched his
arm.
why are old people so greedy for
gold?" she inquired, seriously.
''They have learned the value of all
earthly things, my child" said Arthur
Curzon, with mature gravity.
"Will you become so horribly greedy
when you are old2" pondered Dolores.
even more SC" he said promptly.
II do not believe it," she said, gaz-
ing up into his face intently.
Again the sailor drank deeply of the
soul in the eyes of the girl
When Jacob Dealtry had yielded a
half distracted consent, the messenger
Of Mrs Griffith departed.
Dolores ran to her own chamber,
climbed on chair and lifted down a
green box, studded with brass nails,
from high shelf
She raised the lid of the receptacle
and drew forth a mantilla of black
lace, q shell comb, fan and tiny
pair Of black satin slippers A faint