Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1895-06-13
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resisting victim, the amateur collectors.
Mrs. Griffith had received this fresh
recruit to her dramatic staff with affa-
bility, but in the cold, blue eyes Of
Miss Ethel Symthe swift disapproval
was perceptible.
Capt. Blake, toiling in the cause like
a galley slave, to use his own term, as
stage manager, scene painter and
actor in one, remarked, audibly:
What pretty grill Really, the
sailor has an eye for beauty"
Miss Symthe bit her lip in silence
"Are we quits, my ladyP" 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
skillful proficiency was apparent in all
the minor details of grouping and cos
tune. She had demurred at the new
comer's fitness to fill the role of the
Phonician.
"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 quadrille 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 coquettish lit
tie bow under the left ear. The class
ical sandal was cast from her foot in
favor of the black satin slippers of her
mother, the true shoe o. Spanish
senorita.
She was not shy with the tiinidlty 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 large
Chinese vase and rihed 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 hoated through the
chamber to her keenly expectant ear,
mingled with 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 the long vista of lamps, null
tiplied by the simmer of mirrors,
charmed her eye. Surely the marvel
GUS history of the milkmaid, 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 deserted apartment, she
paused, Involuntary, to survey her
reflected image in one of those glitter
ing looking-glasses
Another girl, who had previously
been pacing the floor with marked |
Impotence, approached and stood be-
side her, giving a touch of readjust-
ment to her own couture, and hum
ming a song meanwhile.
SIS this your first ball9" she inquired
in Italian, scanning Dolores.
Eyes, said the latter, turning to the
stranger with surprise which merged
into 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 at 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
y dashed with sparkling gold powder,
was caught up with stars of brilliants
A pair of large eyes, full of vivacity,
her oval face, which was
piquant in expression White gloves
If exquisite fineness covered her tiny
hands and arms reaching to the Shout
Ter. She held roll of music. Her
manner was petulant, abrupt whim-
'ical, yet assured. She read plainly
such flattery of appreciation in the
gaze of simple Dolores that her irrita-
lion of the previous moment, at being
overlooked and forgotten,
Il have been invited to sing to
.he Grand Duke" continued the
other, lapsing into English. and
speaking in a tone of blended
,gotism and familiarity. II suppose I
I'm to stay out here, like servant,
until am summoned. 1 have heard
If such things before in London houses
Turing the season, but do not intend