The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-07-21
''cozy chat,'' - with her.

promenade with me, now," and
she rises and goes away with HIM.
Thus bereft, Harry rushes des-
perateIy off to the German. He
finds Miss Barret still disengaged.
She healtates-she chad not
meant to dance, to-night,' she
had had a headache :" but she
does dance, after all. And she
dances we'll, too, but differently
from Carmelite. There is more
what shall we say? more nerve,
more abandon, more vim in her
style, than in Carmelite's.
"Oh, | am half dead!" Louise
pants, sinking into her chair, and
closing her eyes, whenthe waltz is
over. Her cheeks are flushed scar
let, her hair loosened, her dress
torn.
"1ou do not look as if you were
very near dissolution,' Harry
says, laughing, and scanning her
vigorously. Just then his eyes
fell upon Carmelite, who has
paused in her promenade on the
piazza, and is looking through the
ballroom window, at the dam
GERS. She stands there, cool, fair.
tranquil as a dewy, starlit night
There is a slightly disgusted ex-
preston, Oh Harry's face, as she
vanlshes from the window, and he
turns to watch Louise, who has
been snatched from her chair
again, and is whirling round now
with young Leary, a millionaire,
and a great catch; but neverthe-
less, a stupid, heavy 1out, who
does not even dance like gentle
man.
1t is nearly a week since Harry
Kelth's arrival. Mrs. Sutherland
sits in her dear, little nest of a
slttlng-room, meditating deeply.
''What is it, Susy?" asks her
husband, Major Sutherland.
Il am thinking about Harry
KEITH" she answers, seriously ;
land what a goose he is
eyes; he clearly doesn't know
his own mind. I rather think he
prefers Miss Louise, in the even
ing, as a partner for the German
but that in the morning, his fa-
vorite is my pet. Did you notice
how attentive he was to Carme-
lite, at the pic-nic?"
Eyes, I noticed" says the Ma
jor, rather cool. "But was she to
him? I imagine Delisle has the
inside track, there"
"7ou don't know anything
about it," Mrs. Sutherland says,
emphatically. He does not
care, in the least, for Louise; but
she is an artful little wretch, and
when a girl regularly throws her
self at a mans head
NOW, now, my dear!" the Ma
jor interrupts. '"That is too Sc
we're. Miss Louise is a frank.
warm-hearted, impulsive little
soul-just the least bit given tc
Irritation, perhaps"
Mrs. Sutherland smiles, and re.
marks, sagely, "Paste and dia.
mond."
"Well, really" continues the
Major, ''paste or not paste, yor
can't blame Keith for preferring 6
girl, who SO evidently likes his at
tentions, to one who, apparently
doesn't care a snap for him.
GAS for Carmelite's indiffer
ence,' says the wife," am MOI
sure"
| ''What? is she, too capable O
deception! y the Major says, laugh
ing triumphantly, and SO leaves
the room.
The Major is nearer the trutl
than his wife. Harry had COM
back to the Springs, hoping t,
win Carmelite. But her coldness
on the one hand, and the fascina
tions of Louise, on the other, hat
drawn him, more and more, t,
the side Of the latter. In on
thing, however, Mrs. Sutherlan,
was correct. Carmelite's indiff
erence was more assumed, thai
real. She had never acknowl
edged to herself, that she hoped t,
see Harry again this summer; bu
when he did appear, and joine,
Louise first, somehow she fel
J hurt: for she did not know &c III
reader does, that Louise had sum
: moned him to her side. Henc
her refusal to join in the walk
and her GOODNESS, then and subse
sequently,-a coldness, as Harr
t well said, never intermitted, ex
2 cept on rare occasions. Thus, da
by day, he was drifting into th
tolls of Louise, while really Low