The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-09

''Inere ara plenty of them at home, =.
he remarked irrelevantly. "Will you
dance, Miss Priscilla?"
eyes. !" said Priscilla.
And then she was borne off into
rapturous land of ideal motion which
carried in it's we'll remembered measures
gladness Priscilla became conscious
right then and there that she had for
gotten could exist SO full it was of
bounding life and strength and elastici-
ty. She felt the way a colt feels when
he shifts the morning air after night
spent in his box stall. All her healthy
nature hailed the promise that dance
contained of wind swept days wherein
sport predominated and culture sulked,
dismally put out for the moment by
something essentially more desirable.
"You dance very we'll, % remarked
Miss Delno critically, as they strolled
to and fro i'll the little stutfy corridors.
"Thanks, returned Stornmouth 81
am afraid dancing is not my strong
point. ("
"What is your strong point:'
Horseback riding and shooting" he
replied.
elbow jolly! That's whatI love, too,
said Priscilla. "Do you ever go to
Hempstead?''
''Does a horse eat oats?'' returned
Stornmouth laughing.
And where do you shoot?"
Where it pleases me, my lady. On
my friends preserves on Long Island
sometimes; in the Rocky mountains
best. But catch little wiggling trout
sometimes, after knee deep wrestle
with them, out of the brooks in the Adj
irondacks, and there is log cabin of
mine Oh the Restigouche, where lie in
wait for salmon and dream dreams in
the waiting"
"what do you dream?" Priscilla de-
manded.
"Of girls, said he audaciously.
ssMany of them?' curiously and
trifle obviously.
"Their name is legion.
"Nodoubt, /" remarked Priscilla, with
a little culver Of her lip. "You have
known lot of them, met them in your
travels, and all that, - she added lalnely.
eyes, all of that. "
There was pregnant pause.
"There comes the Count dc Lacaze,'
Priscilla announced in relieved tone
81 suppose must dance with him if he
asks me. !"
DO you mean that miserable little
devil with the bilious complexion, who
looks like widowed portrait Of his
ancestors and dances like kanga-
ROOF"
"He belongs to one of the Oldest fam.
dignantly, abjectly aware that she was
repeating Constance own words, which
had been repeated to Constance by some
body else, but also Selling this auspi-
cious occasion, for some occult reason,
to defend her friend snew found trophy
with warmth. "He owns several cha
teaux, and he is very good fellow,
they say, at heart. -
elisa pity" returned Stornmouth,
apparently unconvinced, "that his heart
is not as conspicuously developed as his
face"
II presume you think that is remark.
ably witty" from Priscilla in high,
strained voice.
"Well. said Stornmouth, with be-
coming modesty, sit may be said to
have been to the point, may it not?"
"What is the point?" asked Priscilla
cruelty.
But just here the scion Of one of the
noblest houses in France bent his much
be ancestored body before her.
''The pleasure of another dance,
mademoiselle?" he demanded in French.
Certainly" returned Priscilla def
antly, gloriously triumphant in the con-
seriousness that her accent was perfection
and that Stornmouth could not speak
the Gallo tongue.
She rose and strolled away.
Foreign noblemen be hanged!''
muttered Stornmouth under his mus.