The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-17

childish; perhaps vain and tr1hinE at
times. She loved him dearly, and Ut.
secure in her possession, she was At
times very cruel TO him. For when a
man loves a woman truly, she has II
in her power to hurt and torment him
in a thousand different ways
Rose took the heart that had been
given her: and, half carelessly, half
maliciously, wounded it very grievcus-
l..
Among the guests at Howlet HOUSE
was one who had been seriously In
clined to worship at her shrine before
Mr.. We're had made his appearances.
That he loved her she could not help
believing; that he was unhappy about
her, she and every one else around her
knew. And yet she allowed him to
hang over her chair-to talk to her
to bring her ices-to hold her bouquet
when she danced, giving him encourage
ment Gin the countless ways woman
knows so welD, without scoring to do
so.
Mr. We're looked on and sail nothing
She was not engaged to him, and he
had no right to interfere. it may bs
that he might have asked for such a
right: but in his heart he d sapprovea
so strongly of her conducT, that he
preferred to watch the drama to its
close before he committed himself in
any way.
The crisis came at last. They were
at party one even-this man and
Rose. Mr.. We're was absent, but was
expected later in the EVENING" pro-
ceeding on his part which did not
please his wilful lady-love. But she
would not show her displeasure. She
listened to the passionate words that
were breathed in her ear, and said to
herself that she would not wear the
Willow" Come what might with that
thought, some chain that bound her
spirit seemed suddenly unloosened, and
she became the gayest of the gay. The
band struck up a waltZ-couple after
couple glided easily away from the
ground around them. till she was the
only lady left.
"One waltz-only one!" breathed
that voice in her ear.
She shrank back at first, we'll re-
Numbering in what terms Mt. We're
had expressed his opinion Of the dance
few days before.
oh. l cannot!'
Surely you are not afraid of Mr..
We're? He is not here-he will not
know. Will you not grant this favor
perhaps the last l shall ever ask Of
you?"
The pleading glance of the sad, dark
eyes prevailed. She rose from her
seat. His arm was around her waist:
his breath upon her cheek; his voice
breathing passionate words of admir-
alton in her not unwilling ear; and the
absent lover seemed almost forgotten.
People made a circle around the room
to watch them: for both We're young.
and graceful, and beautiful. and they
moved as if they had bat one soul be-
tween them. Roses vanity was reused
by the f1attering eXclamations she
heard on every side. Flushed and
smiling and happy, she f1oated around: .
| when, as she passed the door. she
| looked up and saw a gentleman stand
| ing there with folded arms, and his
eyes fixed intently upon her face.
1t was Mr.. We're.
She was proud-too proud to show
how frightened she was. though her
to foot. She said that she was tired
| and they left the circle and sat down.
Mr.. We're did not come to her She
saw him talking to a lady near the
door, as grave and calm as ever. only
that he never trusted himself to look
that way until the party was breaking
up. Then he crossed the room and
stood before her.
The carriage waits he said quiet
ly. will you allow me?"
He offered his arm. He did not seem
angry. No man could have been more
courteous than he. He never spoke
as they descended the stairs together
but at the carriage door he stopped
a moment and looked at her very
gravely.
CTo be continued.)