The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-08-16


sThe 21st Of June has comet The
greatest Joy in the worId is at band!"
So her heart sang MS she dew In trenl-
ulous excitement about the house and
garden, at this moment consulting the
old clock ON the stairs, at the next the
broken dial on the grassplot. oh, il the
sun for once would mend his pace! II
! she could only feel herself on the road
to Government House. catch a glimpse
Of the Lighted windows, hear an echo
Of the band, to whose strainsa diff
ferent partner for every waltz and Ian
GERS and quadrille-sh she meant to dance
till morning.
1t was the last day Of her childhood,
her goodbye to pure, unmixed happiv
ness. Already the clock Jagged, all
READY the shade upon the dial moved
| with pace too slow for Daphne Vans
sittart.
Eight O'Clock came and with it the
rickety barouche, hired for economy
| at a country inn, that was to convey
| the ball-goers to Government HOUSE.
Margot and Jean Marie, at that period
in the earliest stage of sheepish court
! ship, stood together with knot of
fisher people outside the porch, to see
the ladies' depart. The nearest approach
to full dress ever beheld by Quernec
| eyes were the short skirts, the Jackets
trimmed with as many bows as span
/ giles of itinerant beauty at the annual
| fair; and long-drawn "Ahv' burst
forth from the lips Of all when Daphne
\ tripped forth, her face blooming as the
sunset sky that shone on it, her girlish
neck and arms looking white even
contrasted with the whiteness of her
| dress-a solitary spray Of roses in her
yellow hair her only ornament.
"Good. honest creaturesi They have
never seen me dressed before" re-
marked Theodore Vansittart, as the
barouche swung heavily into notion
Theodore, not wholly unconscious of
her charms, upright rs wand in her
rejuvenated dove-colored satin, and
with Honiton lace. ribbons and plumes
understandable as a headdress. "But
trust this is the beginning of a new
| life. Only for me, child -only for my
| taking the Initiative you might never
have danced anything but barbarous
Boulangeres and Louriers to the end
Of your days Our poor Henrietta.
with all her sterling qualities, is so
painfully wanting in ambitionl Now,
who can tell what this very ball. your
first introduction into the society be-
fitting your birth, may lead to?''
1t led, as a primary, to Daphne's
cheeks looking paler on the following
morning than they had ever looked be-
fore in Fief-de-la- Refine.
"Of course, we enjoyed ourselves
| tremendously, Aunt Hosie," said the
girl, as she sat trifing, Miss Theodore
at her side, over an II o'clock break
fast. Daphne. who usually consumed
two or three thick slices Of bread and
butter and her bowl of coffee before 5
o'clock! "Still, big balls are not what
/ expected. Grown-up partners do
waltz so out Of time; and hold you so
tight. and, as to the quadrilles and lam
GERS, you might crush your way
through them just as well without hav-
ing learned single step. Only once
| found room to dance chasser-croi-
sees, and then saw two of the la
dies give look at each other behind
their fans. No, for real dancing the
| Quernec parties at Christmas are bet
| ter, after ALL"
''And Mr. Chester, the partner you
| danced five times with, who took you
to supper, who handed us to our carr
riage," cried Miss Theodore. IF you
did not feel f1attered by such atten-
tons as these. all can say is. you are
more difficult to please than most
girls"
| "Mr. Chester waltzed no better than
the rest" answered Daphne, coolly.
II would sooner go straight through
| the Boulangere any day than struggle
through those five stupid round dances
with Mr.. Chester again.
"Mr. Chester made very favorable
! impression upon my mind" said Miss
Theodore, almost with blush. THE
young man has an unmistakable arts
tocratic line of profile, and is con-
nection, it would seem, of the War
wickshire Stamers. ! hesitated, at
first, when he asked my permission to
| call--for, of course, with no gentleman
in the family. one cannot be too cir
cumspect. But the moment he mem
toned the Warwickshire Stamers =
ITO call herep' interrupted Aunt
Hosie, brusquely. t'You have given
permission to young man of whom
we know nothing to call upon Daphne,
here, at Fief-de-la- Reine?
To be Continued.