The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1898-03-19

She wished he would not always look and
sneak as though she were Toms prop
| erty.
The quadrille was over, the music of
the first waltz had commenced. June S
partner this time was the son of neigh
| boring rector. He was q little rough in
| his PAGES, but June had an extra ordinary
facility for adapting herself to almost any
step and any partner. When they made
| their first pause, Dallas and Mrs. Feth-
| erston had the floor to themselves. Ev-
eryone was watching them. Their move
| ments We're the perfection of ease and
| grace: such q lover Of dancing as June
| could not look at them without admira-
ton, even though it occurred to her tina t
! there was rather more abandon in Mrs.
| Eetherston's style than was quite decor
| GUS They stopped. Dallas looked down
into his partners eyes and whispered
| something; she answered him in kind.
| June felt a sudden spasm Of anger fit
| through her heart: she told herself that it
was due to a sense of outraged propriety.
| EXuuiSitely as Dallas danced, she decd-
ed with a sudden impulse that she did not
want to dance with him. He was not
nice; she would rather not dance, talk,
or have anything else to do with him.
Tom came to her when the waltz was
over; the rector's son made way for him.
Tom" she whispered, take me into
| the conservatory. l want to get another
! flower These are crushed"
"All right come along" said Tom, Civ
! ing her his arm.
He gathered her a rich cluster of Grim
son geraniums, and she fastened it in her
! dress.
How are you enjoying yourself?" he
asked, and June replied:
Immensely"
! You are going to dance the next with
| Dal" he said. Il shall come and have a
! look a you. | hear the music beginning"
| Il don't particularly care about dancing
with Mr. Broke" uttered June, lettering.
At this moment he came to look for her.
! Seeing Tom, he half paused, and again
that smile lowered in his eyes and mouth.
| "Would you rather dance another one
| instead of this" he said, and June an
swered coldly, putting her hand on his
arm:
no; think this is ours
"Was | wrong to come for you?' he
whispered as they passed out of the CON
| servatory, and she replied, more coldly
still:
| "Certainly not"
| A minute later his arm is round her. Is
| il possible that ercwhile she was angry
with him? Now one soul seems to ami
mate them; together they fulfill the per
| feet poetry of motion; never in her eigh-
teen summers has June been conscious of
| such ecstasy as this.
When at last they pause, he looks down
at her with q glance which she no longer
| rcsentS.
Was not that perfect?' he whispers.
She answers him by look.
LET us go on. 1t is sin to lose mo-
ment Of this. Dallas says, and again they
| float along the polished floor.
Alas, alas. il is over! the piano has
banged the final chord; perforce they
stop.
Mrs. Rivers was sitting up for her dar-
ling, anxious to hear all the events of
the evening, and. rs June made her re-
cital, a sudden consciousness came to the
girl that. instead of pouring all her heart
out to her mother as was her wont. she
was talking almost as insincercly as
though she had been speaking to a strang
er. 1t was Il relief to her when her story
was finished and she had kissed her moth
er fondly and hidden her goodnight. The
maid who acted as parlor maid. housa
maid and lady's maid at the Rose Cottage
unfastened her dress and fingered a little
deeply interested in the doings at the
Hall
When at last she went, June stood i'm
movable for moment. Then she flung
herself down by her bedside and cried as
if her heart would break.