The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1902-02-20

"Ohi" 1t was all Harriet said; bun
there was a world of meaning in it.
Now" said Dolly. Il will be very
amiable and answer your question
about your cousin. He did tell me
that he was going away, but not for
some time"
| "Then you are determined to keep
him still hanging on?"
Hanging on is not ladylike ex-
preston, Harriet. 1 am surprised
that you should use it,"
Richard is still here, and you have
decided to go to the dance with Reg
gle HARMONY"
mo, my confessor, I'm not going
with Reggie, nor am 1 going with
your most estimable cousin. Tom
Van Horn has asked to take me-"
well, Dolly, I'm going now; you
will want to take a little rest before
dinner"
why won't you stay to dinner,
Harriet. Dick could call for you"
Thanks, dear, but L have to go
home.''
"Well, l know you well enough not
to try and argue with you. It's a
waste of breath. Be sure and wear
that beautiful corn-colored dress of
| yours, Harriet; you look lovely in it,"
she said, following her friend to the
door.
81 dent think will go tonight"
Not go? Why?" asked Dolly.
"Oh, 1 don't know" There was
something that sounded suspiciously
like half-smothered sob, but Dolly
pretended not to hear.
But you must go, Harriet, why it
wouldn't seem like a dance without
you there"
what a gross little flatterer you
are, Dolly said the girl, with quiet
smile. Perhaps l will be there"
mo perhaps about it, you have to
promise
"Very likely I'll go, if Richard
WILL" she said as she descended the
steps.
| Remember, if you are not there by
half past nine [ am going after you,
no matter what happens" called
Dolly after her. Then she turned and
entered the house. 'What a pity to
tease Harriet So" she thought, "but
she deserves it,"
A few hours later Harriet arrived
at the club house, where the dancing
was in full swing. Dolly, as she
passed the door while Waiting with
Tom Van Horn, caught glimpse of a
fluffy yellow dress with touches of
black velvet, beautiful oval face,
dark eyes and wealth of soft brown
| hair.
Did you see her, Tom?" she almost
whispered.
Yes" said the man who lowered
| above her, and she noticed how husky
| his voice sounded.
81 do hope Harriet will be sensible
this time" she thought.
When the dance was over Dolly
steered her companion toward the
vision in yellow. Richard was stand
| ing in the doorway with his cousin;
| but seemed to be spending most of
his time in craning his neck for a
glimpse of a small pink cloud topped
| with gold, and when she appeared on
| his horizon he would have upset all
the little pink clouds calculations if
| he had not caught look of command
in the deep blue eyes.
"Dick, l want you to get me an ice,
please, and the next dance is yours"
she added, slipping her hand in his
arm and leading him away. Harriet
started as if she would accompany
them, but Van Horn stepped between
| them.
Harriet won't you come with me?"
The girl hesitated.
"Please come, Harriet" he pleaded,
and he touched her gloved hand. She
turned and walked with him out into
the moonlight.
Its about time you truants showed
up" said Dolly, sometime later, as
Van Horn and Harriet strolled in
from the moonlit gallery, looking as
extremely foolish as it is possible for
two happy people to look who have
been making each other thoroughly
miserable for months, and who have
just come to the conclusion that it
was all to no particular purpose. "We
have been sending out search war
rants for you," she added.
Harriet, won my bet with Reg
gle" Dolly said, as they reached the
door of the cloak-room
Your bet with Reggie?"
eyes, you old stupid, that I would
dance oftener with Tom Van Horn
than anyone else, and l did. You see,
he was my escort and had to dance
the first with me, then | counted on
steering him up against you, and
knew you would spend most of the
evening on the gallery, though if 1
had had little better insight could
have made my deal with Reggie much
stronger, by betting that l would be
the only girl with whom Tom would
dance"
Dolly, what makes you look so
happy tonight"
Its the reflection from your face,
my DEAR retorted Dolly.
81 believe you and Richard are en-
gagged, after all"
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