Union gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1899-1900, 1900-03-30

, sAYi Are you married yetT'

his gaze.
As his eyes meet Cora Marricott's
she flushes a hot vivid crimson ana
withdraws her hand. Instinctively he
raises his hat, but with muttered e.
I-beg your pardonv' the girl fits on
and her butterfly robes are soc1 lost
in the brilliant throng.
Smiling and still puzzled at tie re-
cent encounter, he passes on TO ex-
change a greeting with Lady Lorraine
and her pretty daughters.
How do you do, Mr.. CarlyonF De-
lighted to see you back again-just IN
time for our ball. l hope you VIII
come"
81 shall be delighted. only returned
to town last night, and am going up TO
Scotland next week with the Hunt
ley's."
"Are you? So are my girls"
"What sad thing about the Testers.
suppose the property goes to distant
cousin?
Eyes. Miss Marricott-a wild York
shire girl-a most 1arky' person, near.
A girl who has never been In society,"
or stayed In country house in her lire;
whose chief diversion has been raking
round hydropathics with an old maid
governess. But there-money covers
multitude of sinsy" .
Lady Loraine's spacious rooms are
filed with dancers; the sound OF
dreamy waltz falls on the ear, While
the perfume of lovely flowers lulls the
senses to dreamy languor. Ivan Carl
yon has put down his name for dances
with his hostess daughters, when his
friend Jack Stanforth comes up.
"Got any dances left, Carlyon? Come
on, I'll introduce you to the jolliest lit
tie girl in London; the best dancer, by
Jove, In the two hemispheres!' And
Carlyon finds himself standing before
a brilliant little figure that reminds
him more of a bird Of paradise than
anything else.
"Mr. Ivan Carlyon-Miss MARRIOTT"
MAY I have a dancer
The blonde head Is raised, two blue
eyes meet Ivan's own, then wave Of
color floods the girls face.
"Jovel Then you've met before?
Ivan. old fellow, you're in luck" And
Jack Stanforth takes himself off.
For a moment the other two are ST.
lent, then Ivan takes the white and
gold card from the girls slim hand and
sees her fingers trembling.
81 may have waltz|
eff you care to-yes."
Thanks"
''Of course, you remember can glye
you no explanation"
Don't think of It," Ivan breaks in.
"You took me for some old friend
some"
More than that" she says, hurried
ly. ST mistook you for someone
know, but my words were a quotation
an old joke"
Ivan sees she is really distressed; he /
hands back her card, saying with grave
courtesy:
''Your remark was meant for another
gentleman, Miss MARRIOTT, and I-well,
have forgotten it."
Cora flashes him a grateful glance
as she turns to other men who are be-
sieging her for dances, but when 1t
comes to his dance Ivan searches high
and low for his partner, corridor, con-
servatory, supper-room, all in vain.
Miss MARRIOTT is nowhere to be found.
eff I'd known he was to be here I'd
never have comei 1 hate even being
In the same housev'
But, Cora, dear, what has he done?
Ivan is such favorite generally
Its not anything he has done, it's
what did. Before you can UNDER
stand, Mill, you must hear the whole
story. Last summer, before / came
into my money, old Grundy and were
staying at hydro"
First tell me, who in the world is
old Grundy?"
MY old governess; she always plays
propriety, you know. Well, the doctor
there was a bachelor and very anus
ing. There was one girl who came to
stay there every year who couldn't un-
derstand how 1t was he didn't become
n slave to her charms. He told me a
story; conceited of him, Mill, but very
amusing-when she arrived there one
day she greeted him with I say, are
you married yetr
ing for you!
"'HumphP with toss Of her head.
You'll have to wait long timer
Well, hope so? he returned bland
ly, and must say brutally, and Beau
ty,' as we called her, sulked and re-
fused to speak to him for several |
daysr'
"But what has this to do with Mr.. |
Carlyon?" says Mill, much dignified.
''This, dear. A fortnight ago at the |
rose show I saw man I was positive |
was DR.. Clarke; he was close by me;
SO putting my hand on his sleeve, I re-
marked In imitation of 'Beauty's' CO.
quettish tone, 4 say, are you married |
yetP Imagine my horror when lie |
turned, and 1 saw 1t was a stranger
Mr.. Carlyonw
Cora! What did you do?'
do? Turned and fed! saw the
wretch again at your ball. He was in
troduced and asked for dance; gave
him one, then went and hid from very
shame and modification when it came
on"
tI hate to have your visit spoiled
Cora; perhaps he won't stay long"
"If lie does shan'tw And Cora re.
lapsed into silence.
The annual ball at Glengolf Castle |
is In full swing. Crowds of gay figures
throng the fine old mansion. Cora has
danced with all the best-looking men !
In the room-save one!
And he? Well, little pucker wrin-
kles the girls brow as she stands by |
the heavy plush curtain. He has only |
put down his name for one dance, and
his turn has come; shall she dance with !
him, or shall she run away-as she did |
once before? She must decide quickly.
Voices fall upon her ear.
"And his answer was, No; am wait
Ing for you.'"
so that was the storyw 1t is Ivan
who sDeaks