Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1895-05-09
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biiity. but ia the cold. blue eyes of
Miss Ethel Symthe swift disapproval
was perceptible
Capt. Blake toiling IN the cause like
a galley slave, 10 use his own term. as
stage manager, scene painter and
actor in one, remarked. audibIy:
What a pretty girl! Really, the
sailor has an eye for beauty"
Miss Symthe bit her lip in silence.
Are we quits. my lady?" unused the
social wasp resuming his brush with
renewed ardor, in the interests of de-
picting the lighthouse and the blue
sea on the final scene.
The clever pencil of the young lady
! just out from London had designed
the decorations for each tableau, with
the assistance of Capt Blake, and her
stillful proficiency was apparent in all
the minor details of grouping and cos
tune. She had demurred at the new
comers fitness to fill the role of the
Phnnician.
'Darken her eyebrows, suggested
Lieut.. Curzon.
The ladies made no further
objection. The hostess may have
reviewed the situation. with
keen, feminine insight, and discerned
an unexpected checkmate on the inter-
course of friend and cousin so oppor-
tunely brought together beneath her
roof
During the first ouadrille Dolores
had nimbly Invested her rounded
limbs of the purple Tyrian draperies
OF the stage, and slipped on the pretty
( pink dress. No necklace of pearls had
she, but she tied ribbon around her
throat, terminating in a coqucttish lit
tie bow under the left ear. The class
zeal sandal was cast from her foot in
favor Of the black satin slippers of her
mother, the true shoe % a Spanish
senoritI.
She was not shy with the timiditg Of
northern races under similar circum-
stances. She emerged from a dress
ing room. holding Florio tightly in her
arms She must find her grandfather,
who waited in one of the colonnades,
and consign the pet to his keeping.
Her whole nature basked in the light,
perfume and warmth of The place and
the hour. She paused before a large
Chinese vase and rifed it of several
roses of the color of her gown, placing
one in her hair and the rest in her cor
sage. She resembled the fairy princess
Of the enchanted palace All belonged
to her in this realm of delight and She
must not be surprised at any marvel
Strains of music floated through the
chamber to her keenly expectant ear,
mingled with a rather awe inspiring
murmur of voices as of many people
gathered together. Where were all
these people? The glitter of gilt, the
flowing folds of embroidered hang
ings and She long vista of lamps, mGl-
tiplied by the simmer of mirrors,
charmed her eye. Surely the marvel
Gus history of the milllmaid, who
dressed in the hollow of tree to at
tend a county ball, was no more sur
prising than that she. Dolores of the
Watch Tower, should be here in the
palace of the Knights of Malta.
Entering a deserted apartment, she
paused, involuntarily, 10 survey her
reflected image in one of those glitter
ing looking glasses
Another girl, who had previously
been pacing the floor with marked
impatience approached and stood be-
side her, giving a touch Of readjust.
ment to her own couture, and hum
ming "a song meanwhile.
rs this your first ball?" she inquired
in Italian, scanning Dolores.
Yes, said the latter. turning to the
stranger with surprise which merged
lit to native admiration as she contem-
plated her.
Dolores had not yet entered the por-
tails of the ballroom, and thought she
had never dreamed of any one as
beautiful as her companion It the pres.
ent moment
The stranger was small and slight,
and robed in pale green silk, draped
with an embroidery of crystal held
with trailing water-lilies, leaves and
river grasses. Her blonde hair, slight
" dashed with sparkling gold powder
was caught up with stars of brilliantS
a pair of large eyes full of vivacitv
animated her oval face which was
, piqaant in expression. White glove.
OF exquisite tineness covered her tinI
, hands and arms, reaching to the shout
, der. She he'd roll of music sHei
manner was petalant abrupt, whim
steal, vet assured She read plainly
such fiattery of appreciation in IN,
gaze Of simple Dolores that her irrita
ton Of the previous moment. at being
apparently overlooked and forgotten
vanished.
E Il have been invited 70 sing t,
: the Grand Duke, continued tn,
9 other lapsing into English, anC
speaking in tone OF blended
D egousIn and familiarity, II suppose
e am 70 stay out here, like servant
: until am summoned l have hear,
/ of such things before in London house,
4 during the season, bat do not inten,
: to put mp with i: n my day jus
Z ! wait until | am fairly launched