The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-01-11

AuIOuS.
The chords rolled out slower. with dra
matte pauses between; sharp clicks o
the castanets rang through the hall:
line Of toes rose gradually toward tn
horizontal. whirled more or less steadiI,
about. crossed behind. bent low, bowed
and with a flUtter of skirts resumed tn
first position.
a little breeze OF laughing admiration
circled the row of mothers and aunts.
Isn't that too cunning. just like ut
tie ballet! Aren't they graceful, really
now
The whistle shriHed.
Ready for the two-step, children"
a mild tolerance grew on Richard. II
dancing mast be. better the two-step than
anything else. Anyone with a firm inten.
ton of keeping the time and a strong arm
can drag a girl through it very accept
aoly- 1t was Dicky's custom to hurl
himself at the cOlored bunch nearest him
seize Sabine. so to speak. and plunge
into the dance. He had his eve on Louise
Hetherinston. large, plump girl. with q
/ tremendous braid of hair. She was a size
/ too big for the class. but everybody ifkeq
10 dance with her. for she knew how. ana
] piloted her diminutive partners with great
. skill But she had been snapped uH by
/ the 6-year-old Harold, and was even now
guiding his infant steps around the hall.
/ Dtcky skirted the row of mothers and
aunts cautiously Heaven send Miss
Dorothy was not looking at him, She
seemed to have eyes in the back of her
head. that woman
] oh. look, Did you ever see anything
so SWEET said somebody. Involuntarily.
ne turned There in a corner, all by her
self. little girl was gravely performing
a dance. He stared at her curiouylv. For
the first time, free from all personal con-
nection with them. he discovered that
those motions were pretty.
She was ethereally slender. brown eyed.
brown haired brown skinned. A little
fluffy white dress spread fan-shaped
above her knees: her ankles were bird
like. The foot on which she poised
seemed hardly to rest on the ground:
the other, pointed outward. lowered easily
now here. now there Her eyes were
serious her hair hung loose. She
swayed lightly; one little gloved hand
held out her skirt. the other marked the
time
Dicky advanced and bowed jerkiIy.
grasPed one of the loops of her sash I'm
the back. stamped gently a moment to get
the time. and the artist sank into the
partner
Don't they do it well. though, See
those little things near the door, he
caught as they went by, and his heart
swelled with pride
What's your name?'' he asked abrupt-
~ after the dance
''Thethelia. she lisped. and shook her
nalr over her check. She was very shy.
Mines Richard Carr Pendleton. Nv
fathers lawyer What's yours?"
II don't knowi" she gasped. obvious
ly considering flight.
He chuckIed delightedIy. Was ever
such engaging idiocy2 She didn't know.
WelL ven,
'PoohH' he said grandly. II guess YOU
know. Don't you. reany?~
she looked hopelessly at her fan and
shook her head. Suddenly light dawned
in her big eyes
Maybe know she mur1nured 7
gueth know. He-heth really
thtate"'
"A really state? That isn't anything
nothing at all. a really slater he
frowned at her judiciaHy. Her lin ouiv-
cred. She turned and ran away.
Here, come back he called. but she
was gone.
When at length Miss Dorothy an
nounced That will do for today they
surged into the dressing room. to be but
toned up and pulled out of draughts and |
trUnGled home.
She was swathed carefully in a wadded /
silk jacket and then enveloped in a hood /
ed Mother Hubbard cloak. She looked |
IKE an angelic brownie. Dicky ran up To 4
her as a woman led her out to a coupe 1
at the curb and tugsed at the ribbon of 4
her cloak
Where do you live? Say, where do
your lie demanded.
Her hair was under the hood. but she
hid her face behind the woman.
IL don't know she said softly. The
woman laughed
why. yes. you do. Cissy." she re-
proved. Tell him directly. now"
She put one tiny finger IN her mouth.
IL gueth I live on Chethnut thtreet."
ihe called as the door slammed and shut
her in.
His sister amicably offered him half the
blush bag TO carry, and opened run
hing criticism of the afternoon.
What made you dance all the time
With Cissy Weston She's an awful ably
"A regular 'frafi cat We girls tease her
ust as easy Do you like her?''
shes the pretticst one theref' he said.
His sister stared - him.
Why. Dick Pendletoni She is mott
she's so little-shes not half so pretty as
Agnes. oT-or lots of the girls. She's such
baby She pats her finger in her mouth
anybody SAYS anything at all. If you
SIX her single thing she does ike this:
don't know. ] don't know -
lie smiled scornfully. Did he not know
low she did it2 Had he not seen that
dorable finger, those appealing eyes2
And she can't talk plainl She Hsps-
ruly she doesr'-
Heavens. Was ever girl so thick
fcfp Of S-D !
cchnical knowledge experience of the
Torld-these ne had never looked to find +
4 her-but perceptions. feminine intul-
ons-were they lacking. too
I should like he said to his mother
he next day, ito go and sec her"
well, you can go with me tomorrow.
erhsps. when I call on Mrs. Weston,
he assented.
What? Why, Of course not. Men don't
o calling IN pumps. Your best shoes viii
o. Are Won crazv2 A straw hat in
ebruarv? You will wear your MILDLY
lp. Now don't argue the matter.
iohard. or YOU can't GO at all"
Seated opposite her on a hassock. their
Others chatting across the room. his as
trance withered away. There was moth
Z whatever to say. and he said it. ade-
lately perhaps but with a sense of
opening embarrassment. She took
fuge behind her hair. and they stared
comfortably at each other
Ana he has never condescended to
I'VE anything to do with little girls be-
re- 50 we are much impressed
on. why did not the hassock yawn be-
aih him and swallow him up? To dis
IS him as il he were piece of furn1- I,
re. =
Why didn't she sneak? If only they