Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-04-21

/ don't know us can trust myself to
describe her
wish to be perfectly accurate; my
impression was OF one with u narrow
little soul, though | mny be wrong.
She had auburn hair, know greyish
eyes. rather large and pretty with u
sort of babyish prcttlness,
A small mouth, whose thin lips
closed sometimes like n vice; but We're
generally curved In becoming pouts.
did not like her: 1 knew 1 never
should. She was like q little spilSey
thistle, beside u great blooming fra
grant rose, compared TO her.
As they passed down the steps. She
said, Nesting her little chin into the
soft depths Of her seal skin coat. for
the air was stlll chill. "How happy |
am tonight Are not you2' with Il
wicked CLEAN In her greylsh eycn
Perfectly" he makes anawer.
The CLEAN deepons into n cruel little
smile, curving the thin red lips,
She was here, and to sing tonight, II
seemed. In the elegant new church
which had taken the place Of the more
unpretentious one they had had always
attended.
They had promised long ago 10 do
this. so long ago l had quite forgotten
II. | listened eagerly to the conversu-
ton. 1t was all on her side, his re-
plies being brief. She chartered OF her
singing, her success in New York, her
elegant gowns. untllhls face grew quite
savage.
please change the subject, Adelaid,
you know men are seldom Interested
In women's doings."
"But tell me-" she persists. rs she SO
benutiful?'
Very" he answers, tersely.
more 80 than I2'' she goes on.
you are OF n different type, Ade-
la 10 IN " aNuHlNflN
Then they entered the vestlbulo OF
the church. and she Is forced to be
silent. II Is the opening OF the new
edlfice; every one with any pretensionB
to the claims of society are there.
II IL very quiet save for the soft
rustic OF silken skirts sweeping down
the aisles. or the swaying Of a fan.
The pulpit is transformed Into "A
bower with palms and flowers; the
mellow lights from above cast their
rays soft as moonlight on the scene.
They are seated midway down the
aisle. under the full glare OF the lights.
II Is warm. He draws out his hand
lSerchief to wipe the moisture from his
lips. ] came with II trembling with
terror, for 1 knew / was falling and
expected TO be crushed on the floor.
nut struck his knee; he paused and
looked down astonished, muttering
something could not quite hear,
He covered me with his hand. but
not before Adelaid saw me.
what n pretty easel Is II por-
trnit?" she asks, holding out her gloved
hand.
ITS nothing" he answers huslily.
trying neryously 10 put me In his
uocket. But her nlmble fingers close
around me; they feel sharp and hard
as two knives. / resist her efforts 10
open me as long as possible.
Finally he is compelled TO. and hands
me silently to her. his face as white as
a dead mans,
rlyeted 10 mine. how l stared AT her,
/ hated her sol
She looked at me long and search
ingly; then handed me back TO MN
without one word.
lust then the new organ burst out
In fullest harmony; the rich deep tones
swelling and rolling through the aisles,
dying away In tender. Notwithstanding
Then the weird notes Of a violin
played by a masters hand, blended
with Il, until the whole air seemed
filled with floating angels.
| felt his fingers tremble, then tighten
their grasp on me; feeling soft splash
OF something warm, looked up
startled, only TO see another drop com
ing.
Instantly brushed away.
The misery In his face was terrible.
I had 70 assert all my self-eontrol or
/ should have broken Into a tremend-
Gus wall.
No one saw his emotion; every one
was listening intenily to tile mus.a.
The last notes were still trembling
on the air when a burst OF applause
shook the church. She stood there,
smiling and bowling gracefully right
aud left
Again / am unable TO describe her
words canno; paint the rich coloiirS,
the glowing. speaking eyes, the MASSES