The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-12-08
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BY Jean w AR lNER.

Will sit8sll uleCS DOW Ettuu atl1Iucu@ away
without blossom or bud to sWeeten this
hour Of girlish triumph with promises
sWeeter still.
Is. Who was this Sybil Wraye? Herbert
glanced at the bouquet he held in his
hands. He had purchased Sit for his
sister, but Fannie was laden. down
with flowers now.
So; without waiting for sober sec
ond thought the young man scribbled
on a card the name that had so awak-
ened his interest, and dispatched the
bouquet. by a polite usher, to Miss
sSybil Wraye. 3.
He saw the swift look of surprise
that passed over the girls pale count
enance as the flowers were handed to
her; he noted the faint smile dawn
upon her lips, and then change into a
culver of pain; he caught one glance
at the wondrous gray eyes hidden be-
Meath those silken lashes, and q
strange, pitiful tenderness stole into
his heart. Sss si.3 :s &.
Poor child friendless, sorrowful
child! How young, how lovely, how
lonely she Was!, What charm was it
that seemed to set her apart from all
the others? What fascination drew
his gaze to her fair, delicate face?
He had seen thousands Of women far
more beautiful, thousands more at.
tractive;; yet this pale, slender girl had
awakened emotions in ibis heart he
| had never felt before. &
Good gracious, .brother!" and Fan
MES merry voice aroused him from his
dream, are you mapping in this dark
eorner?.sI have been looking every
where for you. Do carry some OF.
these flowers, and my fan, and my di-
ploma. !, Oh, dear, dear! am SO excit-
ed and nervous and delighted, that *
scarcely know what am about.fTo
think that my stupid school days are
over at, last. There! good gracious,
some horrid man has nearly torn my
dress off Bertie, did papa send me
the bracelet he promised me, and do
you think the dear old darling will give
me summer ait the springs?"
''Take d. long breath, Fan-do,"
| laughed her brother. ssI can't answer
forty questions at a time. Why, ten
minutes ago you were a very model Of
elegant composure. was gazing at
you in silent and wondering admira-
tion.' , .eG 81 II
Don't be aggravating g, brother,
please" pouted the pretty graduate.
sYou were not looking at me at all, or
need not have searched the room
! over half a dozen times to find you.
!, There Were plenty more gallant cava-
| Tiers ready to escort me- but had an
especial reason for finding you; and,
dear me! that reminds me- where is
she y cried Fan. looking around her
with sudden self-repro ach. Il declare,
| I have been in such a futter that | lost
, sight Of the darling girl entirely. It's
! just like her to 60 off in some dark cor
| ner by herself; she is SO sensitive.
Take care of all these things, brother
and the needless girl dropped books,
diploma, fan and flowers in a careless
heap at his side. 81 must go find
Sybil.", s.. s, :s2ss
And, without waiting for another
! word, Fannie Give, whose charming
| impulsiveness had been very thorn in
| Madam Fleury's flesh, darted off
| through the gay crowd to search for
her forgotten friend. .f&5
The audience was dispensing now,
and SO many admiring friends stopped
the pretty graduate with compliments
and congratulations that it was some
time before she could follow the OBJ
feet of her search. IN. <.
SYPHILIS harp. was covered, and she
was gone; the stage was vacant, and
the busy groups, laughing and chat
| ting in the spacious salon; there was
no sign CT the golden haired songstress,
whose bewitching melody had a few
/ moments ago held the gay audience
; spell-bound. ts. s.z 8 fs:.s y
! A long, covered balcony led from the
drawing room to q miniature conserya.
+ tory; where the madam gave elegant
! lessons iii botany, and here it was that
Fannie at Inst found her friend.
J & She was standing Beneath the shad-
ow Of some dark-leaved Egyptian
plant (whose classification had defied
; all the researches of feminine science).
and the fair, hower-like head was bent
over bouquet Of snowy blossoms she
held in her hand. 81. .5s5 Ill 81
ssSybil-dear Sybily' cried Fanny,
springing forward to her side,s what
are you doing here, you naughty girl,
( all alone? Why did you run away
from me? Herbert is here, and =
Something in the death-White face up
z tt,rrea to hers made the ilnpulsive
girl pause a moment, and then ask,
quickly: ...Are you i'll, darling? Are
you: suffering? What is the matter,
Sybil y
othing, Z was the slow reply
nothing, / am very well, Fannie. You
should not have sought one like me,
dear, in the hour of glad triumph.
Yet it is like you-like you, and only
you" ri rs
SIT was like me to rush of In my
headIong way and leave YOU to NOPE