Barton County democrat., 1903-11-27
A KNIGHT OF
THE HIGHWAY
By CLINTON SC0LLARD,
Author Of "A Nan at Arms. The Son
Of Tory" Etc.
Copyright, 1901, by J. B. Lippincott Co
All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XIv.-CoNT1NUED.

Among the patronesses, sitting not
far from where he stood, Rossiter
espied the wife of one of the profess
sors, lady who had formerly shown
him many kindnesses, and he crossed
to speak with her. He then found
seat about half way down the room
in one of the deep windows. Could
anything be more blithesome, more
full of debonair life, he thought,
than the scene before him? They
were draining the clearest wine of
the cup of youth, these gay dancers!
For an instant the floor at his right
was nearly clear, and as his eyes
traversed this space they fell upon
woman of middle age and a young
lady sitting upon an improvised
divan on the opposite side of the
room. He started as though touched
by an electric current. Was it-cou1d
it be? Did his vision not deceive
him? He sprang up, but at that in
slant two dancers swept between
him and the face on which he had
suddenly become strenuously intent.
The dancers passed. Yes, he was
not mistaken. 1t was the girl he
had known as Sylvia Densmore. His
heart gave a throb. One of the ball
committee was fastening by, a stu
dent whom Rossiter had spoken with
that day at the fraternity house.
Rossiter seized him by the arm.
Can you tell me-" said he, "who
that girl is yonder?" indicating the
place with a nod. 1.-THE one upon the
divan.''
The student leaned forward so that
he could see between the spinning
couples.
That's Miss Densmore, of Illica, -
he answered. ''Would you like to be
introduced to her? She's" He
stopped, amazed. Rossiter had
caught only his first words, and was
already making his way around the
edge of the gyrating throng.
She was Miss Densmore still! \
new hope sang in his brain, and his
heart began dancing in rhythm. to
the violins. He was perhaps 20 feet
distant when Miss Densmore realized
that some one was approaching and
glanced towards him, casually at
first, then with a quick, amazed in
tentness. He saw the color (she had
more than formerly recede from her
checks and then flood back again.
She rose little unsteadily.
"Is it's it possible?" she ex-
claimed. "Mr. Rossiter!"
"Yes," he answered, beaming upon
her as he clasped the hand which
she extended.
She surveyed at glance his trinity
clad figure.
Then you deceived us, after ALL
she said, with a shade of reproach in
her tone. You were masuuerad-
ing:"
mo! mol" cried Rossiter. "If YOU
will permit me, will"
Miss Densmore seemed suddenly to
recollect herself, and presented Ros-
sitter to the lady with whom she had
been chatting-her mother. With
Mrs. Densmore Ga refined, low-spoken
woman) Rossiter exchanged a few
polite words, and then, at the daugh.
ter's suggestion, seated himself by
the side of the latter upon the divan
He could but realize that the girl was
agitated. and as for himself, his wits
seemed all at once to have flown to
the four corners of the earth.
Monroe was my college, he aft
AIeio Aedru nimSeH saying;
that's how it happens that Tn
here. There was class reunion, you
know. I'm not in array, as you see
but it's so long since I've been at a
college ball that I couldn't resist
when I heard the music I didn't
dream of meeting you."
-. II haven't attended the college
parties for year or two," Miss
Densmore replied. .and it's quite b,
chance that I'm here tonight. Nam