The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1902-11-07

less than quarter OF what he said, and
was wishing all the time that she had
eyes in the back of her head to watch
Dick with. ~. IT,. -. :ssl8*
4 At the Grafton galleries she met her
mother and her younger sister, who had
been dining elsewhere, and had the sat
isfaction of seeing Vandeleur prowliny
gloomily about at the far end of the
room, looking as disconsolate :, and un.
happy as she had hoped even in her mo st
sanguine moments.
But, somehow or another: the situation
was not as enjoyable as she had mag
ined it would be.
She looked round for Dick, hut he was
nowhere to be seen: and her heart sank.
"Poor boy!" she thought, che has gone
home. l suppose was rather a scat.'' .
a gentle feeling of remorse stole oyer
Eer, and on her way down to supper sh.
was busy mentally constructing a letter
Ct reconciliation. A letter. kind, and
redolent of condescension, conveying an
impression that she might be willing to
receive any explanation or apology he
had to offer.
1t was touching epistle. She was al
most moved to tears over it herself, when
the whole airy castle came to the ground
with a crash at the sight of an absolute
ly impossible situation.
In a corner of the supper room was
seated a large and noisy party of four
girls and four men, evidently enjoying
themselves to the utmost, and cheeriest
of them all, seated next to the prettiest
girl, with whom he was carrying on q
violent Irritation, was Dck-Dick whom
CHI h0H
forsaken.
He looked up as she passed, and nodded
to the man with her, but, horror incon-
ceivable, he took not the faintest notice
of her.,
After a vain pretense Of supper she re-
turned to the ballroom: and complained
to her mother that she felt tired. Mrs.
Anstruther felt the same and said so, but
then arose the perplexing question: How
were they to get homes The small
brougham held but two. Daisy was orig
inally to have been taken home by Mrs
Barclay.
II don't see how we can manage it, my
DEAR" said Mrs. Anstruther. eve can't
all squeeze in; your frock would be
crushed to DEATH"
"Perhaps Dick could take me home,"
suggested Daisy.
Poor dear Mrs. Anstruther, who was
fat, placid and unobservant, beamed afa-
bly,.
"Please tell MIR. Vande]eur that Mrs.
Anstruther wants him." said Daisy to
the man standing beside her. you'll
find him in the supper room. Thanks SO
much!'
Dick received the summons and his in
structions in stony silence. He was on
the verge of open rebellion.
Mrs. Anstruther and the youngest
daughter drove off.
Dick hailed hanson, and ushered
Daisy III.
"Barkston Gardens!" he called through
the trap, and relapsed once more into
silence.
"l'm sorry to be such bother. It's Sc
good of you to come. l was too tired to
wait for the Barclays" said Daisy,
sweetly.
Not at ALL said Dick, grimly irrele.
want.
"Do smoke! I know you're dying for
a cigarette, and like the smell Of 1t:
you know" ..
"Thanks," was the laconic answer, as
he dived into his pocket for cigarette
case.
He brought it out, but at the same
time a small morocco case emerged with
it and fell on to .alsy's lap.
Dick said a word-quite short one,
which it is unnecessary to write down
here-besides, he apologized the moment
after-and tried to grab it.
But Daisy was too quick for him
"What on earth's this?" she said, hold
ing it up.
@Nothing-nothing at al},' groaned
Vandeleur
"May look at it?'
IF you like-you'd better not.''
Daisy presse>> the spring, and there
was sparkle of jewels in the faint lamp
light.
ooh! Dick, how lovely!" she exclaimed.
"Why, III almost believe it would fit
ME-"
ut ought to. It was made for you,
Miss Anstruther," said Vandeleur, stifly.
Daisy slipped it on her finger and
laughed.
"Dick, you're darling!" she said.
"Eh? What?" said Dick. "But-but I
say, Daisy, do you mean it? What about
somebody else, confound him."
'You goose, Dick. was only in a
rage. My dress went all wrong, and then
you made me more angry about those
wretched hairpins, so was horrid."
"I'm an ass said Dick cheerfully,
after an interval.
"You're dear!" said Miss Anstruther.
II say, Daisy, well-oh! hang it all:
we're just at the house. Here, cabby!
drive slowly once round the gardens. y.
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