Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1904-12-24

fhoidtlON ana uaFhNteh. NlNtt ut
cided TO come in 20 dinner Will
bandaged eyes. She knew just
how Con would fuss over her, and
how he would delight in leading
her about end guiding her steps
across the narrow bridge II they
went for Q Stroll after tea And
now that the worst Of the pain was
over and there was only the "dark-
ness left, she felt quite excited at
the idea
Mrs. Lance was most sympa-
thetic, of course, hut Grace had an
uneasy feeling that she had given
her a tumbled fichu to wear and
was not sincere in her declaration
that the satin bows Of her evening
shoes did not need renewal.
Il will do your hair in quite the
latest fashion, she said, and, in
spite Of Grace's protestations.
she worked her will, and the girl
knew from the ..feelr Of her hair
that the couture was an upbecom-
ing one. Somehow or other she
knew it even more certainly by the
tone of Cons voice when he greet
ed her. He was sorry, very sorry,
for her, but above all he admired
beauty, combined with good dress
ing. and when Mary. the house.
maid, said to her in tones of heart.
felt admiration which could not
be suppressed: but it's beauti.
full you are looking, Miss Grace, in
that swate yellow fchu, " she knew
what card she had put into her
riva's hands.
That yellow fchu was a dread
full unhemmed, coarse muslin mon
strOsity, which had been made
originally for the station chill
dren's theatricals How it har.
monized with her cherry red satin
frOck she could well imagine, and
she thought with sorrow of the
dainty white Brussels net one
tucked away in her ribbon box.
Perhaps the bandage round her
eyes was a crumpled and unlOyely
affair. too, though Mrs. Lance had
assured her that it was all right.
No wonder Con had received
shock, for even a pretty girl can
look "Ordinary" in unbecoming
cOlOrs and hair dressed insult
ably. So that when Con politely
offered her his arm, with the ad-
vice that a stroll would do her
good. she as politely declined, and
let Mrs. Lance go instead. She
felt her way into the drawing
room, and told the servants not to
disturb her-it was so terrible 10
be blind, even with the knowledge
that il was only a temporary af-
fiction Crash! Crash, There,
she had knocked over the little
gypsy table that held her pre-
cious pieces of Venetian glass and
the water from a bowl of roses was
sOpping though her thin shoes.
How stupid she had been not to
be content to receive Mr.. Sylves-
ter's sympathetic messages at the
hands of Mary or Mrs. Lance. in
stead of giving way to her feeling
Of loneliness and coming out such
a guy. She could hear the voices
of her guests in animated CONVEX
satiOn in the vine walk. A week
ago she had been the moving
spirit of everything. If only Jack
would come back-dear Jack who
was always so sensible, and who
had advised her over and over
again not to trust Mrs. Lance, and
who was prOlonging his visit from
home on that lady's account. And
then her thoughts drifted to her
old friend, Donald Renhie-even
he had deserted her.
There were hurried footsteps on
the yeranda to interrupt her
thoughts, and a sudden opening of
doors. Some one was actually
coming into the drawing-room un
announced and she had been too
miserable to take off that awful
fichu.
Oracle, my lassie, can you no
see, my poor wee Gracie?v
80, Donald, is it you? O, lam so
glad. You don't care howl look
What made you come back?. Who
told YOU % cried Grace. incoherent