Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1901-12-06


ing as fresh and blooming as a rosebud.
How beautiful you are, Rose,' she
said, "only it makes me SILVER to look
at your neck and arms. You'll wear your
wooden sack, besides your shawl and
cloak, won't your?
Nonsense, I'm not going to be bun
died up this way, for don't you see 1t
muses. the lace said Rose, refusing the
warm sack which Jenny brought her.
A rap at the door and q call from
Henry that the carriage was waiting
ended the conversation. and, throwing
on their cloaks and hoods, the girls de-
seconded 10 the hail, where, with unusual
tenderness Henry caught up his invalid
sister, and, drawing the veil closely over
her face, carried her to the covered
sleigh, so that her feet might not touch
the icy walk.
What? Rose Lincoln hereW exclaimed
half dozen voices as Rose bounded
into the dressing-room.
Eyes, Rose Lincoln Is here" she re-
piled, gayly, divesting herself of her
wrapping. I'm not going to die just
yet, | guess, neither am | going to be
housed up all winter. The fresh air has
done me good already-see," and she
pointed to bright, round spot which
burned her cheek
A young girl, whose family had one
by one fallen victims to the great New
England plague, consumption, shuddered
and turned away, for to her eye the
glow which Rose called health was but
the hectic bloom of death.
How beautiful she isr said more than
one, as with her accustomed grace Rose
entered the brilliant drawing-room. And
truly Rose was beautiful that night, but
like the gorgeous foliage Of the fading
autumn, twas the beauty of decay, for
death was written on her blue-veined
brow, and lurked amid the roses on her
cheek. But little thought she Of that,
as with smiling lip and beaming eye she
received the homage of the admiring
throng.
Just then Ida and Mary were an
nounced. Both Aunt Martha and Ida
had taken great pains to have their
young friend becomingly dressed, and
| she looked unusually well In the en-
! broidered muslin skirt, satin waist and
blonde bertha which Aunt Martha had
insisted upon her accepting as a present.
The rich silken braids of her luxuriant
hair were confined at the back Of her
finely formed head with a golden arrow,
which, with the exception of plain band
of gold on each wrist, was the only Or
nament she wore. This was her first in
PRODUCTION to the gay world, but SO keen
was her perception of what was polite
and proper that none would ever have
suspected 1t; and yet there was about
her something so fresh and unstudied,
that she had hardly entered the room
ere many were struck with her easy, I'M
affected manners, SO different from the
practiced airs of the city bellies.
ella watched her narrowly, whispering
aside to Henry how sorry she felt for
poor Mary, she was so verdant, and real
| ly hoped she. wouldn't do anything very
awkward, for 'twould mortify her to
death! But look" she added, "and see
how many people Ida is introducing her
| to-"
! ''Of course, why shouldn't she" asked
Henry; and Ella replied
81 don't know-it seems so funnyj to
see Mary here, doesn't itT
Before Henry could answer, young
man of his acquaintance touched his
shoulder, saying: Lincoln, who is that
lendid-looking girl with Miss Selden?
haven't seen finer face in Boston for
many day"
''That? Oh, that's Miss Howard, from
Chicopee An intimate friend of our
family. Allow me the pleasure of In
Producing you," and Henry walked away.
leaving Ella to the tender mercies of
Rose, who, as one after another quilted
! her side and went over to the enemy"
grew very angry, wondering If folks were
! bewitched, and hoping Ida Seldom .felt
! better, now that she'd made so many
notice her protege.'
Later in the evening, William Bender
came, and Immediately Jenny began to
| talk to him of Mary. and the impression
/ she was making. Placing her hand
+ Familiarity upon his arm, as though that
were its natural resting place, she led
him toward a group, of which Mary
\ seemed the center of attraction. Near
/ her stood Henry Lincoln, redoubling his
/ catering compliments in proportion as
Mary grew colder and more reserved in
her manner toward him. Silly and con-
ceited as he was, he could not help no.
ticing how differently she received Will
lam Bender from what she had himself.
| but all in good time" thought he,
! CHANGING at Ella, to see how she was af-
/ fected by his desertion of her and his
/ Irritation with her sister. She was stand
! ing little apart from any one, and with
/ her elbow resting upon marble stand.
( her cheeks flushed, and her eyelashes
moist with the tears she dare not shed,
/ she was watching with feelings in which
more of real pain than jealousy was min
/ gled, for Ella was weak and simple
/ hearted, and loved Henry lincoln far
better thaa such as he. deserved to be
I loved.
"Of what are you thinking, Ella"
asked Rose, who finding herself nearly
/ alone, felt willing to converse with al
I most anyone.
At the sound of her voice Ella looked
up, and coming quickly to her side, said;
Its so dull and lonesome here, | wish
I'd stayed at home"
In her heart Rose wished so, too, but
she was too proud to acknowledge 1t,
aud feeling unusually kind toward Ella,
I whose uneasiness she readily understood,
she reDlied: 'Oh | see Won are Jealous