The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-01-14
CHAPTER VII.

Did you forget?" asks Dysart, looking 2
at Joyce
"Forgct?'
That the last dance was mine:"
"0h. was it? I'm so sorry. You must
/ forgive me-" with n feverish attempt at
/ rayety Il will try TO make amends. You
/ shall have this one instead. no matter 10
whom it may belong. Come. i is only
/ Just begun, | think
Never mind" says Dysart, gently.
We won't dance this, think. 1t is cool
md quiet here. and you are tired
"Oh, 80 tired" returns she with a little
! sudden pathetic cry. so impulsive, so in
I eNnressible that it goes to his heart
/ Joyce, What is it," says he. quickly.
Here. come and sit down. No, | don't
/ want an answer 1t was an absurd ques.
lion. You have overdoue it little, that
/ is ALL"
Yes. that is ALL She sinks heavily in
to the seat he has pointed ont 10 her. and
/ lrtS her head fall back against the cush-
lau<. However. when you come to think
If II. that means a great deal" says she.
4 smiling auGuidly.
There. don't talk" says he. What i.
the good of having friend if you cant
H., silent with him when il so pleases you
That" laughing. and arranging the cush-
IONS behind her head, lis one for you and
two for myself. |. too, pine for a moment
when even the meager yes and no will
nor he required Of me-
Ii, presses the hand resting on his arm
very gently. and then replaces il in her
Ian To take advantage Of any little kind
ness She may show him now. when it is
plaIn that she is suffering from some men
tai excitement. grief or anger, or both.
wuuId seem base to him.
She has evidently accepted his offer Of
silence. and lying back in her soft couch
>+arcS with unsceing eyes at the bank of
flowers before her. The atmosphere is
warm, drowsy, a little melancholy 1t
seems to seize upon the two sitting within
rtS seductive influence. and threaten 10
vafr them from day dreams into dreams
horn Of Idle slumbcr. The rustic Of n
omiug skirt. however. a low voice a voice
still lower whispering a reply. recalls them
both ta the fact that rest, complete and
prrfcct. IS impossible under the circum-
stances
\ little opening among the tall ever
green's upon their right shows them Lord
Baltimore. Lady SwanSdown is with him.
w..h that soft tinGe OF red upon her cheeks
horn If her last waltz. and her lips parted
in 4 happy smile. The suhdued lights of
the magy lamps falling on her satin gown
rest there ~ II in love with lis beauty.
Eaa rad;ant smile that illumineS her
beautiful face q She Clances up al BaIri-
more Who j. bending over her in more
ioyerlike fashion than should be-is still
making all her face lovely fire as she
passes ont Of sight down the steps that
lead To the lighted garden>-the steps that
Joyce but just now had assembled The
latter is still little wrapped in wonder
and admiration. and some other thought
that iS akin 70 trouble. when Dy>art
breaks in upon her fanceS.
Il ain sorry about that" SAYS he, blunt
Is. indicating with nod Of his head the
departing shadows Of the TWO who have
.Hsr passed out There are no faueies
shout py>art. Nothing vague.
.Nes; It ) 4 pity" says Joyce. hurriediy.
More than that. think.
Something olght 70 be doue." nervous
y.
Yes fushiag hotly; Il hnow-I know