Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-02-07
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among the dandies of the day, and in
consequence, to be seen in attendance
on any pretty girl who was the mode.
That the reigning bell of the evening
CHANGED to be the daughter of an old
friend dead and gone, was piece OF
luck not to be thrown away; but hav-
ing made a stepping-stone of the fact,
he had not had her ear many minutes
ere he had thrown it aside. He had
no notion of being longer looked upon
in the light in which he had first pre-
sented himself, and, indeed, soon be-
gan to twaddle so foolishly and so flip
PANTY, that the poor child, disguised
and ashamed, begged to be taken back
to her cha @eron, with peremptori-
ness which admitted of no denial.
She was very short and reserved
with her next partner, an elegant
youth, who forthwith tegan the usual
prattle about Ascot Sandown, Hur-
bingham, and the like, to which she
was now becoming accustomed. She
thought; and with the tip of her pretty
nose in the air, she all at once volun-
teered piece of information which
she had not hitherto been eager to i'm
part
II know nothing of these Places"
she said. II am just come up. My
home is in the Highlands of Scotland"
Wonder of wonders, the effect was
precisely contrary to that expected.
The Highlands OF Scotland? The Scot
fish Highlands were his Paradise, his
EIysium. His whole face lighted up at
the mere mention OF their name. He
was a horn Highlan Ter himself, born
and bred within the wilds of LOchaber.
OF course he had known that Miss
Campbell must be Scotch, probably
from ArgylIshire-with a smile-btt
he did not know, he did not think, he
thought girls cared for nothing but
London, and -and-but did she really
care for the heather, and the sea, and
the tartan, and the pipes:' He was
learning the pipes himself. He be-
longed to a Highland regiment, and he
was learning from his own pipe-maj or,
the finest lipe-maiOr in the service.
The plpe-major had himself composed
a * uiokstep' and 'Hornpipe," and
was noJ sure which, at the Northern
Meeting tuat autumn. Did Miss Camp
bell ever go to the Northern Meeting?
No? Well, he could not say he cared
for it very much himself, it was getting
so awtully big and cOckneyfied. Still,
he should go, as their pipe-major was
to cOmpete-and so on, ana SO on.
Never had he more appreciative
listener There was a true ring in the
lads school, boy enthusiasm which de-
lighted and exhiliarated Geraldine, and
which came like a breath of fresh air
alter the false, artificial vapors which
before had been supposed to be her
proper atmosphere.
1t was not, moreover. lost upon her
that she had been twice misled within
| one short half-hOur; so granny was not
wrong in thinking experience was
gained, to which, we may here add,
every succeeding evening brought its
quota.
Bellenden was never at the balls. He
was not dancing man, and never had
been: SO that having perslstently de-
clined invitations hitherto. he could
not now have turned round and accept
! ed them, even had he wished for none
were sent him.
Neither did he so wish; he only dis
| liked to hear young Raymond lnces-
sanity reverting to things that had
happened the night tefore, or the
night before that, whenever it hap
pened- and it happened pretty often
| UnaL ne Was LII COIlpduy WILL UlIo UWO
cousins He met them on most morn
ings in the Row, pretty often in the
afternoons, too, at one place Or another
-tperhaps he noted where they were
going)-and now and then in Mo Mt
/ street. Not by themselves, of course;
but what was grandmother, Or ex-gov-
erness or cousin? Only some one
standing by for propriety's sake. some
one, too, sure to be engrossed with the
pictures, or the music or the art treas
ures, or whatever it was that Geraldine
had, by the way, gone to see, but
which Bellenden very much doubted
whether she ever did see. She never
looked at them after he was there, at
any rate. She did not look at him
much, neither. Her eyes, her ears,
her questions and answers were for Ce-
Gil or so it seemed to Cecils rival.
Still Bellenden waited. There were
times-solitary moments-when he dlo
not feel quite so sure about this as he
might have been. He had sometimes
been himself shot glance, a flash OF
the eye, furtive, swiftly-withdrawn q,
searching. me-thrusting look, which
puzzled him.
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