The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-07-30

lack OF iarScelng logic she sighed content
eddy because she knew Philip had no
sword. Then she told herself with fond
pride In her big lover. he was too brave and
sensible 10 do anything like that. and
when she found herself lost In an ocean of
proud faith in Mr.. Ewing's manly good
sense she went off into a second spasm Of
tears and shame. Only she did hope that
he would go away-not too far, of course
so that she couldn't hear from him
Through other people, be 1t understood),
but far enough so that she could not meet
him
There US that tea that very afternoon,
where she Was going TO pour. 1t would
never do in the world not TO go, for the
girls must never dream that she cared.
but she choked again as she remembered
that he had promised to drop in near the
end with IA few of the men. And she knew
what that meant, for hadn't he dropped"
in every afternoon during the season, os-
tensibly to have her hand him n cup OF
tea? And hadn't he learned To bring
enough of the other fellows with him to
keep the rest of the girls busy, so that he
and tiny Bee could have their little talk
all alone? In fact, it was at the end of the
big, bewildering reception at which her
mother had introduced her mt the begin
ming of the winter that he had first dared
to tell her his love-there when the last
few guests were lingering in the hall and
she had crept back To one of the farther
tables, a little, flushed, weary maid in a
quaint, snowy gown, "a bud already begin
ming TO tire of the fierce light beating on
her dear, dazed head. She never afterward
could remember just how it came about,
but it began when his sleeve caught on
some of the shining bits Of silver among
the ferns before her, and-and-well, she
was crying softly on his shoulder in less
TIM a moment, both of them so oblivious
Of everything else that they didn't wake
till mamma stood before them with a
startled cry. Then they had to tell man.
ma, even before they had really told each
other very much. but papa liked Pills
father, SO IL had come out all right in the
end
They had told everybody by this time
and the society columns had printed the
date of their wedding, with a list of the
bridesmaids, and she had ordered the be-
loved gown, with its frightfully long train
and its stern air of severe matronly ele-
gance. And now there wouldn't be any
wedding after all, and the girls would give
back the pretty pearl hearts she had pre-
mamma would be so ashamed of her that
she would probably be sent abroad for
year or two. That wouldn't amount to
much, however, as 1t would take her away
from Philip, and of course she must learn
as soon as possible to bear the parting
Did it take long to mend heart, she
questioned, into the midst of the big, wet
pillow Why was il women ever were
made To care so much for men If men were
so cruel? OF course IL wGs all Philips
fault. He had never been in earnest with
her, she supposed, and took this way to
show IL when he grew tired of her Well,
she would show him that women can be
hard, too, and she was going to begin by
breaking every masculine heart at that
tea that afternoon.
For, unused this desperate little girl
as she arrayed herself with fevcrish skill
in the lovely new gown sent home that
very morning. Il used TO be glad | am
pretty because PHILIPPINE, Mr. Ewing
liked it. Now am glad because know II
will make me all the more capable of
hurting him just as he has hurt me-
Everybody marvelcd at Miss Lanes
vivacity. and Tom Wells fairly tingled
with joy at the look she gave him when
she dropped the tiny sweet cubes from her
tongs into his fragile cup. But when the
other guests were gone 10 the dressing
room and the men were waiting 10 escort
their fluffy clad charges to the carriages
Beatrice sat alone and forgotten Philip
was late, and he strobe past the mcn into
the drawing room and soon had found the
table at which Beatrice was sitting Ard
when she looked up to see hin standing
before her. with his fine head bowed and
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she could do was to hold out her hands
Philip took them.
1T saw all my fault" she breathcd.
mo, it was all mine" he whispered.
Then he went on, looking into her eyes
with his face strangely sad and determined
1T has been a terrible lesson, my love.
and one we must never try again Per.
haps this may not have done much harm.
except"-and his voice grew husky
there will always be that little rift in the
Lutte had hoped we should never have
that to regret, but IL came, and we must
use it as a warning. Hasn't 1t been terri
BILE enough, Beatrice, to keep us from it
forever
Their hostess found them. both so worn
and yet so happy. that she understood
without word
Come with me" was all she said, and
taking them each by the hand she led them
back to dear little room, all palms and
blossoms and soft, rosy lights, and there
she left them, saying as she stole away:
Beatrice hasn't been we'll or happy this
afternoon, and she is all worn out now
Do you know. Mr.. Ewing, that when l am
tired and heartsick there ism anything In
the world which rests me and makes me
tlad so much as my husbands kiss? -
Julia Fairfax in Chicago News.