The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-11-18
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such exquisite grace, such perfect unity
and poetry Of molten And then the pic
tue they made-he, towering above the
average man, finely proportional, his
blonde skin tanned 10 a golden brown
By hours on the tennis courts, the links,
the lake. She, tail, teo, with form
Of charming symmetry and a dark, beau
.tifuI, southern face-a face full Of char
acter and individuality from the sweep
of the fine black brows to the firm, Grim
son lips and round cleft chin.
Il can't make myself think this is our
last dance together cyril was SAYING.
a. they swayed and drifted down the
room. Il have had such a delightful
time here-because of you.
There" she whispered, 1T IS over.
She took the arm he offered. In 81
Ience they passed out on the broad
piazza. Others looked after them with
significant smiles.
Never had a Irritation aroused such
comment--such speculation. Olga Rel
marth was well known at the pleasure
resort This was her third season here
with her mother But hitherto, while
unquestionably the loveliest g-rl there
she was also the most unapproachable.
She wore the most swaggeT of hanneis
in the morning, the daintiest OF thinner
gowns, the most provokingly pretty of
to care for the attentions the men were
only too anxious 10 offer. She sometimes
accepted-mOre frequently declined them
but always in the air Of a young queen
sweet but condescending. Carruthers
coming, however, had altered all that
She appeared to be pleased by his ad-
miration. She accepted his devotion She
rarely refused his proffered escort for
that of another man. They had peen
much together during the past two
weeks-swimming rowing, driving. dane
ing And the people said that at last
Olga had lost her heart. And there was
none to openly object although in the
souls of some men was envy, in the
minds of some young women dumb re-
sentiment
Now. leaning back in her low chair ard
looking out over the lake, all phospho-
resent in the starlight, Olga felt, with
a queer tightening at her heart that the
hour for which she had waited had
come. Many men had told her OF their
loves. had protested their passion. And
bar one-no man had ever made her
pulse throb less equally IT had be
come an old story to her during her hall
dozen years of social supremacy But
tonight this was different So much he
might say-but no more.
Il must meet you again if I have 70
make a special pilgrimage down South,
she heard him saying. you know our
business takes me up 10 Alaska good
part of the year. I generally find my
self pretty well played out by the time
hot weather comes and take a vacation
in which to brace UP. This" his voice
dropping, 'has been the sweetest of my
life"
She did not speak. but he found no
disappointment in her silence. One Of
her many charms for him was her per-
feet repose Of manner. She could be
gay enough at times, but she never was
a woman to weary one with continuous
vivacity And just now, in her creamy
1aces. with his dollhouse roses at her
bosom, and one jewel glittering IKE a
fallen star in the meshes of her dark
hair. she had no need of. speech TO fasci-
nate, to enthrall
sometimes" he went on, leaning
against the pillar near and looking down
upon her. ct have hoped have fancied
that you would care a little when our
paths diverge-"
st shall always remember you" she
said you have made the days pass
pleasantly"
rs that all, Olga?'
It was the first time he had called
her by her name She started slightly
at the sound. listen" she said, II
should like to tel you a little story. If,
when it is quite told--you should wish TO
write or come-bUt you will not!'
He bowed his head attentively
cit is soon told. II is about dear
girl friend Of mine with whom I was at
school in the North She was the daugh-
ter of wealthy parents Their generosity
to her was only equalled by their love
for her She gave them up, her home,
lone of
all for the sake Of a handsome and i'm
pecunious young fellow who had won her
affections Indirectly, and acting through
A mere sense of duty, the girls father
procured this man a comparatively u-
crative position. For a while he was
devoted to his girl wife. and she was
/ happy But later. when the strain Of
! housekeeping and the care Of little chill
dren began to tell on her he found that
| # was necessary for him 10 have weeks
Of leisure apart from them-weeks which
the tired wife cneerfully permitted and
which his seIfshness never prompted him
to ask her to share. Is the story inter
/ esting? Am 7 boring you2"
eco on" he said. His voice sounded
/ thick and strange
.T saw this little friend of mine Just
/ before I came down here. She was ex-
pectiug her husband home from a trip
Z
/ vacation in itself She told me he was
going away during the hot weather. Did
! she leave the city, Dear, motley could
not all afford to go. and the children
/ ANNOYED her husband. AS she spoke.
one little tot tugged at her gown, auoth ar
waited In her tender arms. All her
roses were gone. She had been a pref
/ ty girl And she was pidfully thin and
worn But she did not complain II all
I she was brave, and sweet, and patient
/ She"
"For Gods sake-hushi"
I Some one in the deserted dance room
/ began to sine-a little, sweet lifting
song The man by the pillar lifted his
! head with q startled air
Soft and low. soft and low,
wind Of the Western sea-
! why. that was the lullaby Marie used
to sing TO her baby-to her first babyi
He dropped his hands with q gro3n.
'Then you re-quite-deliberat e-'
81 was quite deliberate-for her sake
/ Besides
"wenqr he urged. fevsrlshly
i'Tbere IS someone else. I am % BE-
married this winter"
'eBut IF there were no one else. Il 7.
! too were fre@wou,d you carer
81 might" she looked him straight n
the eyes now-the look man gives 20 a
man "But I would never be disloyal''
NO. you could never be thaty he
said huskily.
And they heard the tender grooming
song 20 on an6 on. Suddenly sire rose.
7 held ont her hand. Tie hesitate5 an IN
stant-sher Ne tooE g.
"Good-bv" he said. I'm going home
tomorrow
90, And tell Marie you met me-
nothing more"'