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knowing that, she would become the
wife of q man who was in reality the
relative and cousin he declared him.
self to be.
And what a handsome fellow he
was, this Clarence Stanley, and
bright and charming, too; and, yes,
no doubt lovable and noble, for the
man who smiled that way into the
sweet upturned face of Polly Hamil'
ton must be worthy of regard and adj
miration.
without doubt you two are of the
same race" said Polly, triumphantly.
"I can now trace personal resem'
blance between you--in fact, 1 have
been aware of it from the first,
though I didn't know just what il
was. But, Rita, dear, your face was
like O face that I had seen before
like one with which I was familiar,
from the moment first saw, you. All
faces we really love are like that, ]
think; and explained it that way to
myself. But now I know there was
even more in 1t in that; it was the re.
semblance to Clarence.
Dolores listened to these words with
an indescribable feeling made up OF
many different emotions; there was a
sudden overwhelming return of her
first antagonism toward Stanley; and
as she glanced at him there
was a startled terror in the conviction
that they did look alike; though it
would have been difficult to say just
where the resemblance was; and yet
there was that ''family likeness" as
it is called, so quickly recognized and
yet so difficult to describe; but stronger
than all else, she was conscious of
Polly Hamilton's love for this man,
of whom day or two before, she had
said that she was afraid she 1iked
him."
"Liked him." thought Dolores, with
shiver of apprehension, as she
watched her friends beaming face, her
flushed cheek, her eloquent, glowing
eyes, and the glances she bestowed on
the object of her regard, "that lik-
ing has now passed into something
little short of adoration!"
Ignorant as she was of the passion
of love, and all unlearned as to girlish
fancies, Dolores knew quite well that
Polly Hamilton's heart was thoroughly
awakened, and that she had, at one
plunge, precipitated herself into the
depths of this widest sea of emotion.
That thought recalled her to her for
mer intention to see only what was
pleasant in Clarence Stanley, and again
she repressed tho feeling of .repulsion
against him that had almost overcome
her.
eyes," she said, glancing at him,
"we are alike, somewhat, and as I re-
member my poor father, though I was
very young when he died, Mr.. Stanley
looks even like him. Iam more like
mamma, Maruja, thought she was 80
lovely that it seems vanity in me to
say So"
"Lovely! Yes. indeed! Oh, Clar-
ence, you never saw such a beautiful
face! Rita, will you let US look atthe
picture? Dear, where is it? Can 1
get it?"
Dolores drew the miniature from her
pocket and, opening the case, handed
it to Polly, who in turn gave it to
Stanley; at least she hold out the case
to him and, as he took hold of it, their
hands were pressed against each other,
and they stood gazing on the fair face
of her who had been Alice Lindsay,
and who now lay in nameless grave.
among strangers, forgotten by oil the
world save one slight girl to whom
that thought was now so bitterly pres
ent that she turned away from
the sight of these lovers who were look
ing at her mothers picture.
As Dolores walked to the other side
of the room, q servant announced the
arrival of callers; and Polly, with a
bright blush, started away from Stan
ley, leaving the miniature in his hand.
"Oh, Bertha exclaimed Polly, "I
am delighted to see you! How you
have neglected me! Miss Gaye, I am
so glad! How sweet of you to bring
your frierd to see me, Bertha! She
has spoken of you so often, Miss
Gaye, I don't feel at all that you are
stranger. Pray allow me: Miss Gaye.
Mr.. Stanley; Miss Seton, Mr.. Stan.
ley"
II am particularly glad to meet Mr..
Stanley" said Olive Gaye, extending
her hand, "because I had the pleas
ure of meeting his family when I was
abroad"
"Indeed?" exclaimed Clarence, as
he touched the extended hand.
And perhaps he was the first young
man in all her experience Of them who
felt it necessary, on first meeting her,
to bo on his guard against the ingenu.
Gus Olive Gaye.
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