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

have succeeded. for he whispered, pear
eyes dark and deep as my love for
your
Then he told me how he had seen
her pictures paraded in the store VIM
dows that day, heading an ADVERTISE
ment for her appearance in her own
native city. very soon-the following
week, believe.
lie said the face seemed changed
somehow; she wore n low-cut dress, her
beautifully dimpled shoulders and arms
laid bare to the gaze Of the muses..
He longed to draw the drapery closer.
The artist must have exaggerated She
never would have worn so immodest q
gown ! shook myself little to let
him know / felt sure she never would
have done SO; but in my heart 1 was
fearful Girls are SO apt to let their
vanity override; and she was so beau
tiful-so beautiful,
II was as much that as her voice,
which had taken New York by storm
ana now She was to visit her native
city.
The night of the concert was ushered
IN by n tremendous snow storm; but,
in spite of all. the great theatre was
crowded. and with the elite.
was there In the pocket OF his new
coat; could hardly catch note OF the
orchestra, his heart boat so.
was proud OF him, he looked so
handsome. / know others thought so,
too at least many girlish glanoes were
cast in his direction. but his thoughts
were beyond the footlights.
When at last she appeared amidst
great applause, he was the only one
silent.
But his gaze took her in from the
crown of her charming head to the
ZIP OF her tiny gilt slipper
dull rod fr1p.v cttfF.taaH tt, at,..t-.
where moment ago he was pale as
death; he set his teeth together. and
drew IN his breath convulslvely. ! did
not blame him. for there she stood
charming beyond words, bowling smil-
lngly to the audience. her sweet face
dSalntiiy flushed, her eyes glowing,
Ihere was an air about her entirely
new; l couldn't quite make out what
II was, but somehow ! felt shddened.
me artist had not exaggerated; her
shoulders and arms were bare, and
what little was hidden cleaned
through the sheer golden gauze OF her
gown. ] listened in amaEement 10 her
singing The rich, fun notes of Italian
arias, or the sweet English ballad fell
from her lips like liquid Jewels.
She was literally showered with
AZ the close n parry OF old friends
gathered about her as she appeared,
wrapped IN her long cloak OF softost
white fur.
He did not stay, but pressed quick
" out, his soft hat pulled low over his
troubled eyes.
! pressed close to his side. for It was
u cold night.
think he must have felt the chill
bitterly for there were big tears IN
his eyes when he reached his quiet
room; such tears us one sees in the
NJ phlitNr.r, -,
winter wind.
Her visit was but a flying one-one
day OF rest ana then away.
The night of her departure he called
upon her; the parlor was fun of young
people. 30 their greeting was merely Il
hand-clasp.
A few commonplace remarks fol-
lowed; then the farewels were said.
and lie was out in the winter night
again, recalling every word she had
spoken, even the infection of her
voice; but above all the appealing
look In the dear eyes he fancied he
saw there.
Though maybe II was but fancy,
and so, best forgot.
lie had not spark OF vanity, or he
might have known there were few To
compare with him, poor though he
was.
l understood the look in her eyes
better than he; how her face lighted
up when he was ushered In, then
again. the look Of keen disappointment
when he left her with only n touch
OF the hand.
Oh! these tiresome young people,
how they work at cross purposes!
She. breaking her heart In the great
gay city for the old life that WAS so
dear, so dear longing with infinite
longing for the touch Of u vanished
hand"
What can n woman do but wait,
though the waiting be long and chill
the heart? He with stern, proud face
and aching heart plunging into his
work, never resting, every day find
ing him little higher up the ladder.
n little nearer the limit Of his anbi-
ton.
l was much concerned for him In
those days, he was so unlike himself;
saw but little Of him, for he seldom
looked at me now. and when he did II
was only TO speak unllind words.
The mouth he always thought so
tender he said now wore cruel, hard
lines; the eyes he always called 30
true were now treacherous ones.
/ was cut to the heart still | felt
what he said 10 be mere words, he
could not mean them.
One night when talking In this fash
ion he dropped me on the table. bury
shook me uneasily: II was awful to see
his grief. Suddenly he sprang to his
feet, bringing his clenched fist down
upon the slender stand. he cried;
From this night shall be a man;
I will never willingly give her a
thought She never cared for me, or
she would have made some sign.
SILLY fool. that ! ami Let her gor
he cried savagely. thrusting me Into
n small upper drawer, where | lay for
many n weary day, seeing no one, ut
terly alone and forsaken.
never saw him now save as he came
to the drawer for handkerchief.
touched his hand at these times. softly
and tenderly as / could, for wanted
him to know ! still loved him. ard cid
not resent his treatment
Once or twice he raised me hesltat-
ingly, dropping me again as II afraid
to look, / would never have known
him; the change In him shocked me
beyond expression; his face bore traces
OF suffering. on Christmas day he
opened the drawer, placing some
daintily initiated handkerchiefs within;
they bore the odor OF violets, and were
tied with violet ribbons while a tiny
white card nestled In one corner. bear
ing the name "Adelaid."
SO there was an Adelald? Who was
she. and what was she to him?
He had no sister, no cousin. Could
II be-nnl would not believe It. he
never could forget herl
A few delicately penclled noten were
placed with the hRndkerchiefs from
time to time. One, an acceptance to
his Invitation TO the theatre. signed