Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1904-09-22

.Darling ma It'll z cried Flleo turn
Ing with ostentaf uue tend deFness to
ward her mother sea you are ID
the fashion. fter al { triel nv best,
Mrs. 81. Emil, TO fniace this mother
Of mine to dom b charactes dress, but
she would not consent Oh, Mrs. ST.
Emil Is il <ime TOR the waltz airesdy /?
MamIaa ypu're quite sure it
wouidnst tire ron too much 70 bold ny
bouquet! 4 - q
Ana Theodora foated away % % Grant
st. EmirS arm. IN a.A III 4
Once, during an interval III the dance
ing, Grant came 70 his naotlle side
Does she not look hesanf ~ ato to-
night?', s. S.
# who? Miss Evelyn q
aOf course. Whom else could nossi-
bly, mean?''
Eyes, she is beautiful; and you,
Grant," Mrs. st. Emil added, with a
half smile, ''you are falling deeper and
deeper in love with her. All the ar
rows in her quiver are piercing your
heart through and through, my dear
boy"
Mother, you don't like her.
IL shall try to do SO for your sake,
Grant," said the lady, signing softly.
'You still persist in thinking that
she is not amiable. I am sure she isl
81 like her manner toward her
mother, Grant," said Mrs. st. Emil;
"it is very affectionate and devoted.
Now go-they are waiting for you to
take your place in the second set of
Les Lanciers."
And as he fastened away, she
thought almost sadly to herself:
"I must learn to love her, for Grants
heart is set upon her, and he is too
good son to marry without my cor
dial consent"
Mamma" whispered Theo, toward
the close of the evening, you'll have to
come upstairs and help me take off
my tunic. The ST.. Emils have gone,
and there's no fun in staying any
longer. Hurry upp'
Mrs. Evelyn nodded obedience, but
she could not explain to Theodore
that she would probably be detained a
| few minutes longer by the talk of a
gossiping friend who sat beside her.
''Theo will wait for me-" she thought.
a minute or two, murmuring soft
adieux to some of her gentlemen
friends, and when at length she few
into the dressing room she was breath
less with haste.
II am tired to DEATH she said, petu
lantly, as her eye caught the figure ir
the black domino standing at the win
dow. Mamma, why couldn't you have
come with me, instead of chatting
away with those old fools by the door
You might as we'll have stayed at home
and minded your own business, if yol
couldn't be less clumsy chaperon
I'm tired of your stupidity"
No answer-but Theo never turned
her head from the glass where sh'
was contemplating her curls with tn
golden fillet banded through them.
you're sulking now, I suppose" sh
said, struggling one alabaster-whit
shoulder. "Well, sulk away to you
hearts content. l don't care! shal
get rid of all these airs and grace
when I am Mrs. st. Emil, and"
She stopped short, for in the glas
she saw another domino-draped fgur
. entering the door back of her-he
mothers figure.
"Mammar' she shrieked.
The otLer domino advanced quietl
from the recess of the window, ant
to her inexpressible dismay, Theo ret
ognized the slender figure and aristt
cratic bearing of Mrs. st. Emil.
, "There has been some mistake here,
F said that lady, composedly. Mis-
Evelyn has mistaken me for ne
mother. I am not her mother, and"-
, she spoke with quiet emphasis-''I hop
1 never shall be-
; She left the room and never sa7
, Miss Theodore Evelyn again.
p Grant st. Emil, thus unexpectedly e1
lightened as to the character OF n
, lovely divinity, left town within
, week or two, and when next The
: heard of him, he was married to ia
little damse!, more like human snow
drop than aught else. And Theo
= still husband hunting, and treats h
;, fpoor mother more disdainfully tina
ever.
"For," she says, with more acrimoI
}, than logic, cit was all mammals fau
! | that lost Grant st. Emil. Ne
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