Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1900-03-24
667F you were not such a senti-

mental fool you would follow
my advice" said Marion De-
moline, looking with some scorn, min
gled with a sort of indulgent admira-
ton at her handsome brother, who
had thrown himself, with every APP
pearance of ennui, into a chair in her
boudoir.
And your advice is" he said Ian
guidly, raising his eyes to her face.
ITO marry that rich Jenny Valken-
burgh. She's half in love with you
now"
Demone groaned aloud and answer
ed cynically:
'And I'm wholly in love with her
bank book. oh, what bliss to have my
debts paid and 10 be able to look every
body in the face"
do it tonight, them" said Marion,
with animation.
'To-night?" he repeated. you don't
want me to propose to a girl at a
masquerade, do you, and when l don't
even know her disguise"
Marion unused n moment her fine
eyes bent to the floor 1t was no use
evading the question-her brother must
marry money, and here was the chance.
If she could only get him to promise.
IF | give you hint, will you give
me your promise to do the right thing
tonight" she asked, with suppressed
eagerness.
Jack Demoine hesitated. Into his
heart there came sudden, sweet
throb-the memory of face and voice
that he loved; but, as he told himself
a hundred times, he could not afford
to marry" Margaret Sears, and it was
his business to forget her. Still he
found the forgetting very difficult
work, though he had succeeded in
making donkey of himself" as he
phrased it, in attentions to the heir
ess, Miss Nalkenburgh. There was
a sting in the thought of Margaret also
"a sting which his sister had taken
care he should feel. 1t was the rumor
that she favored some one else--that
young Garrett, the millionaire, doubt
less would take the girl, for of course
he had but to reach out his hand. He
could please himself, and marry a
woman without a penny if he chose,
and who would refuse him?
1t was that Thought ss46ht made Jack
Demoines face suddenly harden as he
replied:
Yes, l promise you I'll ask her to-
night to be my wife. Now for the di-
rections-be brief"
Marion knew her brothers temper
too well to trif1e with him now. He had
passed his word, and she could trust
him.
You know the bracelet of cameo in
taglios that Miss Valkenburgh showed
us the other day? She will wear that
on her left arm
When the time same Demoine threw
a cloak over his dress, and with his
mask in his hand he stepped into the
carriage. He was late. AS he entered
the brilliant drawing-room his eyes be-
gan their search for the wearer of the
cameo bracelet. He was going to have
his task over directly He had come to
offer his hand to Jenny Vankenburgh,
and the quicker 1t was done the better.
He did not look at ladies' dresses; he
looked at their arms, and felt a sense
of relief at each one he saw which did
not bear what to him was the fatal
bracelet. He felt very mean, and he
despised himself. He was going to ask
woman whom he did not love to mar
ry him-he wanted her money.
A waltz sounded from the band. Gilt
tering couples glided off down the
room. At that moment, as Demoine
was leaning against the wall, moodily
watching the forms that went past
him, there came a graceful figure, clad
In some diaphonous blue robe. He
could only tell that it was surprisingly
lovely, and he did not know what char
acter was to be represented.
simultaneously with the feeling Of
admiration that stirred in his heart, he
saw on one fair, plump arm the coil
of the cameo intaglios. There was no
installing them. They were of too rare
WI hIhdhSAip IOl olC ~ IOl SET lueIl.
He did not pause. Softly he made
his way after the blue mask, and the
next moment he had whispered to her:
Make this music still sweeter by
waltzing with me?"
The mask paused in seeming irresolu-
ton. Had she recognized him? He had
not tried in the least to disguise his
voice. He rather wished to be known
by her, but her tones were evidently
disguised as she replied and placed her