Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1897-03-11

-"1!oA iIi'4D SStOU was man VINO was
sought and courted by all the bellies OF
aoclety-a man whose 'fmagr etc
eyes. as she herself had phrased ii,
and tenderly modulatad voice were
enough TO set any feminine heart In q
blaze. He walked with her, he sat
with her, he rode With her, he read
poetry with her, he sat with her dur
ing the long golden September twi-
lights, until Pauline felt that life be-
sides him was the brightest boon
Providence could accord. She haugh-
tily discarded her other suitors; she
cared no longer for ballroom CT pic
nlc partles--to her the whole world
held but one man, and that was Harry
Livingston. 2
But still he kept just outside TIC
charmed circle of love making; ne did
not propose. And Pauline, growing
almost sick at heart, counted the days
that still remained Of the season.
"He will propose tomorrow, or
perhaps the day after" she whispered
TO herself "Oh, surely 1t must come
soon
1t was the evening before the break
ing up OF the gay party that had en-
llvened the seaside hotel all summer,
and brilliant ball had been gotten
up to celebrate the brief, happy sea-
son. Pauline Moore had dressed for
how she felt that it was to be crisis
in her life. She wore a lemon colored
silk, like fair, aureate cloud, and
her hair was looped up IN it's shining
braids, by slender chains Of gold. Her
toilet, she knew by the murmur that
pervaded the ball room the moment
she entered, was success-and Harry
Livingston's handsome eyes rested
upon her with evident admiration.
But the evening passed away, throb-
bing its brilliant hours IN music and
perfume, and Harry never came near
her. She had cavaliers in abundance.
she was the cynosurc Of oil eyes, but
he, the man of ali men, kept obsti
nately aloof.
Take me to the balcony. l am stiff
ling for want of fresh air." she said,
almost pettishly, to the partner with
whom she had just glided the redowa.
longer.
And Mr. Graham, feeling himself
abrubtly dismissed, left Pauline by
the side Of Major Livingston and
,stalked away in high dudgeon.
Harry" she breathed softly, with
a pleading glance upward }jnto.his
lsssslzs ssss ssra aet hse'1 an
VI have been very busysNa ash tho
companionship of my own thoughts, :"
he answered coldly. 81 start for
Europe tomorrow morning
"For Europc!'
Ito be gone | hardly know how many
years. l may visit India and the East
before I returns:
"Harry'
He bent his head IN cold courtesy.
81 beg your pardon Miss Moore
did YOU speak p
"You will leave me, Harry?'
Il shall be obliged to leave many
dear friends" he returned lndlffer-
emily.
There was cold chill at Pauline's
heart-a dizzy blindness before her
ewes, but still she comforted herself.
With her it was no longer O matter OF
2tlquette-it was q struggle for life or
death
"And you can leave me SO calmly,
Harrv?'
lie lightly whispered the bars OF q
popular tune:
Brvara beware Of the gay cavalier,
Who loves aud RI les away.
Harry" she cried, forgetting il
the moment Of agony all her femlnln
training, all her womanly impulses
81 thought YOU loved me? Oh
Harry, l cannot let You go!
q am not aware, Miss Moore, 0
ever having gwen you any encourage
ment-'
encouragement she answered
/ bitterly. "What has this live.one
summer been? What has your Who'll
course Of conduct toward me been
Oh, Harry, if You leave me now yol
Will break my heart.
; pauline, he said. sternly, "trv *
! recall night II August when Georg
Crane, pleading for more than life
stood before you. As vou said to hin
then, | now say to you: One mus
amuse ones self at place like this
: and YOU certainly ought to understan
, the difference between a mere firta
t.on anl sober earnest am hoidin
> 10 Your lips the bitter cup that n
drank 10 the dregs. How do 20
re.ish the flavor. Miss Moore, | hav
! the honor to bid you adleu-forever?
And Pauline was alone on the iowel
vrea.hed balcony-a!one, with IA
: stars above the sorrowful music Q
>t-alss's wal,zes throbbing and moa1
ln- from within. Truly. she had r:
:, cllvei her .eSson
: Harry Livingston was gone AMI Sc
never saw him again.
Famine vas never married.; she
~ old maid now, with her glorio1
! beauty faded. AMI her temper l-rlsa
be aai exciting. Who knows VIZ
r sle might have been ii