The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-02-10

Hidrrieu WHeH you come Dack Tor mc!'
Then he was at her feet.
You cannot understand, my love.
You do not know how terrible our part
ing would be to me. cannot explain.
I have a sort of presentiment-to, I
cannot bear to leave you. Dearest, can
you not trust me? Believe me- 1t is
not as though we had not your fathers
approval. I would not urge you else.
He has consented. on conditions sure
to be fulfilled, only cannot under the
circumstances, walt for their fulfill
ment."
The gay voices and laughter had
ceased on the lawn. and the guests had
had nearly all retired to their rooms,
when Louise. weary and worn from
the conflict Of her emotions, promised
her lover to take advantage Of to-
morrow's ball to join him and take
the midnight train to New York, there
to be married and sail Immediately for
Liverpool. He had overwhelmed her
with his thanks. and sworn in passion
ate accents that she should never re-
gret her promise; but Louise thought
of her father, and her heart misgave
her. Even when all was arranged and
she turned to CO. she was tempted to
call him back and tell him it could
not be. But Charlie Maynard came
bounding to meet her. full of inquiries
as to where she had been and what
she had been doing, and SO the moment
passed.
When she went to her room she
found the lights out, the windows and
doors of two large adjoining bedrooms
open. and the occupants of the rooms
already in their beds.
She was hailed with a chorus of
voices
"Oh, Louise, what did become of
you? We mourned you as lost"
"Who was the favorite swain who
took advantage of the moonlight"
"The unhappy Mr.. Brown took the
census of the party and could not find
any one missing"
And your latest victim, Mr.. Hollis,
wouldn't sing anything but Alice,
whore art thOu?"
Charlie came in with me-" said
Louise.
"Oh. Charlie! Charlie was exploring
all the shadows. searching for you. But
never mind she sha'nt tell If she
doesn't want to-"
'The lamp is on the table if you wish
more light than the moon gives" said
another: land, oh. Louise! before you
go to bed rub your face and hands
with buttermilk and tansy. Aunt Elsie
says 1t Is sure cure for tan and sun
burn, and so she ixed some for us in
bottle on the mantelpioce of your
room. BE sure to use it, We have all
done so. and very nasty 1t is. but then
We hope to look we'll at the ball on
account of it."
every WELL" said Louise, but She
paid very little attention to what was
said.
She felt daZed. her whole life. her
fate depended on the decision of the
next few hours. What should she do:
| Should she leav2 here father without
q word Of farcwellc Could she let her
| lover depart heartbroken at her defec-
ton!
Louise" called a voice from the
next room, don't forget the butter
milk and tansy. You are as brown as
n bun, and a low-necked gown Will
bring out the sunburn in high relief
You had better try It,"
where is ito" asked Louise. II am
so tired and sleepy"
ooh! it will not take you a moment
! to apply 1t. 1t is right there on your
mantelpiece in the round bottle"
Louise felt for the bottle, and, pour
ing the liquid into her palm. rubbed II
ever her face. then her hands and
wrists.
This thing has a curious odor." she
| remarked. "Horrid stuff: it smells
abomina BILE. but as Aunt Elsie assured
! hn f,i, tn
| morrow l am enduring the torment
| laughed her roommate.
| Louise lay down. but her face began
| to smart and burn intolerably. She
bore it for some time, then she could
endure it no longer
Girls she said, sitting up. docs
this stuff hurt you dreadfully?"
Perfectly horrid. sour smell; I can't
sleep for It," said one.
MY face is so stiff I can hardly
speak" said another.
"But," said Louise, does it burn
and smart? l cannot stand it. I must
wash it off"
She arose as she spoke and lit the
lamp. As the light revealed her swol-
len and inflamed countenance there
was a chorus of dismay.
"Oh! my dear Louise. what have You
done to yourself? What have you put
on your face7"
One Of the girls ran to the manteY-
piece.
"Ccpal varnish," she read on the
label. Alas! the buttermilk and tansy
was not the only bottle on the shelf
and the excited and preoccupied girl
| had applied thick coat of yarnish 10
! face and hands.
Mrs. Maynard was summoned, and all
that was possible was done for her re-
lief. but she suffered intensely.