Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-15

Without q syllable Of remonstrance
Winton gave her his arm. and they began
to retrace their steps. "When the waltz
Is over We must bring Helen to see this
beautiful tent" said Nora. ''Tcll me. Mr..
Winton," she went on after q short
pause, twas Helen ever young and mer-
ry, and thoughtless, like me, for In
stance?"
'Never like you," quickly; II wish shs
had been. for her own sake. She never
had your buoyancy or vitality; but she
was bright once, and full Of feeling; she
had hard lines for some time after her
fathers death. ] often used to wonder
how she was getting on, poor dear little
soul, and was glad to find her as happy
IS she is."
"Ah! Miss L'Estrange, where have yol
been hiding yourselfw cried Lord Alfred
Harcourt, meeting them in the doorway
Of tho refreshment room. II hare been
looking everywhere for you: this II our
waltz"
Winton resigned her to the new claim
ant and was almost Immediately button
holed by an old officer who had known
him In India, 1t was some time before he
got back into safe anchorage beside Mrs.
L 'EstranGe; with Nora he did not get a
word till later. as she only returned at in.
tervals to DO Immediately carried of
again by fresh partner.
Mrs. Ruthven, bland. smiling, nttentiv,
to all with whom she came In contact,
was nevertheless keenly watchful Of her
host and his doings. He had opened the
ball with her. and then his duties kept
hem apart until the fifth or sixth dance.
'At lasty' exclaimed Marsden. coming
up to the sofa where she sat talking to
Lord DorringtOn. who speedily effaced
himself. AT last ! have q moments
liberty, and hope you can give me the
next. 1t is a waltz. ! have watched
you floating around the room with sundry
incapables unable to do justice to the
rhythm Of your fairy feet, till cursed In
my heart. though obliged to give good
words with my tongue! Let me see yOul
card. Sir George Brocklehurst.' may
80 and dispose Of him? Yes. do let me
promise and vow three, or thirty-three,
things In your name. I must have this
waltz with your
II give you carte blanche" replied Mr.,
Ruthven, with downcast eyes, almos
overpowered with an Intoxicating sense
my dear fellow" cried Marsdcn. ad.
uIeSsiuS hiiis wan Sou Wv hAV - '~AJ
great favor? have only this one waltz
free till nearly the end Of the evening;
will you resign your great privilege OF
dancing it with Mrs. Ruthven In exchange
for-how many?-two dances after sup
per-may say two, Mrs. Ruthven?"
Mrs. Ruthven bowed with a graciou.
smile. saying: perhaps Sir George has
not so many disengaged."
"With Mrs. Ruthven's approval. cal
refuse nothing to my good host" return.
ed Sir George, tall, thin, pompous man,
with q profound belief In his own impor.
tnnce.
"A thousand thanks! Now let me pro
vide you with another partner"
"Thank you. mol do not much care for
dancing in the abstract"
A low bow. ''The first and second
dance after supper. then" He wrote
them solemnly On his card, and disap.
peared.
"Then, there goes the Marshal Me
waltz! Don't let US lose time. Come. ma
belle Nourmahal! May presume to coll
you so?" said Marsden In low tone as
he gave her his arm and they walked into
the ball room. "Certainly In your shining
golden gown and flashing jewels, you
suggest the Light of the Harem."
He put his arm around her, and the,
vhirled away into the crush Of dancerA
(To be continued)