Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-01-12
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and try how she may, she cannot hear the
longed-for words!
In the great drawing room the ladies
all settle themselves down in various at
titudes of comfort, ease and nonchalance.
Yolande has coffee brought III; and then
the staid butler and a pretty housemaid
are directed to clear the lowe. half of the
room for the prospective dance.
Presently a few arrivals drop in-three
or four young men, a couple OF pretty girls,
neighbors of the Mervyns, AMI much given
to social gatherings of this description.
Yolande is speedily surrounded. When
the gentlemen enter from the dining room
she is the center of a little court; and
dark frown rests on Mr.. Charters brow
as he notes the devoted attentions and ar
dent chances of her special admirer, Lance
Stapeton Now comes Yolande's long
looked for opportunity.
eff he thinks that odious thing has made
the slightest impression upon me, he shall
see his mistake" she says, and forthwith
gives such smiles, and looks, and atten-
tons to her devoted SWANS as might IN
deed have turned the heads and beWllder-
ed the brains of far less susceptible
youths than the elite of Ashbourne.
While threading the intricacies of the
grand chain Yolande and Denz1l meet,
and their Singers touch; involuntarily his
hand clasps her own more closely ana
warmly than is needful.
She snatches it away, and flashes such
a look of burning Indignation upon the OF
fender as might we'll have punished a
graver offense. When next they meet,
she offers only one finger for his touch. tie
notes the change, and, with cool, proud
bow, declines the proffered favor.
When the dance is over Yolande is
speedily besought for others, and with
true feminine arrogance laughs and leases
her little court. But Denzil Charters new
er once approaches, nor seeks to claim d
waltz out of the many that follow. IL IS
true he dances with no one else, II that is
any consolidation, but poor, proud, hurt
Yolande is conscious that this evening IS
the most miserable one her glad young life
has yet known.
The elderly ladies remark that it is very
late and the young ones are beginning 10
be shawled and cloaked by attendant cav
alters. A chorus of good-bys and KISSES
resounds Yolande is conscious OF prsfa-
ising to meet and walk with three differ
ent individuals at the same time on the
morrow, and knows in her own heart that
she has no intention of meeting any linen
she watches them defile away down the
long avenue. exclaiming on the wonder
full mildness and beauty of the night.
Her feyered pulse grows calm, her heart
throbs less fitfully and painfully, great
| peace and softness comes over her, ana
her eyes lose the hard, passionate glitter
| they have hitherto held.
''Miss Meryyn!' voice suddenly says,
| in close proximity to herself.
Yolande starts and cries out IN faint
| alarm.
Don't be frightened; it is only L. and
| glancing I'D she sees Denzil Charters be-
| side her.
''Have you come for moonlight walk?"
| he asks.
At sight of his face, at sound of his
voice, all the hardness and coldness come
| back to Yolande. She draws her slight
| figure I'D to it's full height, her eyes look
straight before her.
Yes" she says, CURLY.
at is a beautiful night, wonderfully
mild for this time Of the year, resumes
her companion.
Il suppose So
"You enjoyed yourself very much to-
| night. l suppose you think there is moth
| ing so delightful as dancing?'
Eyes; I think there are many other
things l like as we'll" returns Yolande.
"Flirting, l suppose"'
''Solitude, when l have a disagreeable
companion" she retorts.
Il beg your pardon" he says, haughtily.
| 81 suppose I am to take that as a hint
| Unfortunately, our paths lie together if
| you are going to the lodge gates, as seems
! to be your Intention
Don't be so ridiculous" answers the
| girl. Il WONDER" she continues rapidly,
as she looks up at the dark. gloomy face
| beside her-"I wonder, Mr.. Charters, why
| you and l always disagree"
II am singularly unfortunate" he says,
with chill politeness. Il suppose you new
or quarrel with other people?'
'Never!" afirms Yolande heartily. Il
hate quarreing.'
Go be continuedD