Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-02-27
By Charles Garvice


crate. He so thoroughly understands
what is expecter of him at an affair OF
| this kind, and he has sacrificed him
self" and staring at Sir Heron's face
which wears anything but a martyrs
resignation, she sneers behind her fan
after the fashion of her kind.
And in her corner of the room Mrs.
Godfrey Turner beams with delight.
Sir Heron the Great has danced only
| twice. Once with the beauty-for a
very short time only-and now-for a
very long time-with her protege. 1t is
| triumph.
Utterly Indifferent to the satisfaction
or chagrin Of the onlookers, Sir Heron
struggles on. It does not occur to
him that he has distinctly, though po-
| litely, deserted Rose Vavasour, and
that she must be watching him and the
rival for whom he has discarded her.
It does not occur to him that there
are at least score of high-born dam
/, sells with whom he ought to have
danced before he gave his hand to this
| fair unknown, and a civil word to
whom he has not yet even spoken! All
this does not occur to him, and even 1t
it did, would not trouble him for an in
slant.
Sufficient for the moment is the de-
light thereof" is as good an adage as
the other one referring to evil, and it
is enough that the sweet young face
rests almost on his shoulder-that the
| fragrance of the flower, lying like a
jewel encased in her silken hair, steals
over his eager sense-that the young
maiden heart beats so near-so peril
ously near!-his own.
Zone more turn" he pleads. zone
more"
1t is a fatal request. Ere they have
accomplished the circuit of the room
his uncertain feet stumble and blum
der, and as harp, tearing sound &C
quaints him that he has torn her
dress!
He stops, and grasps her firmly
for she has stumbled-and utters an
exclamation Of remorse.
Flushed and painting, May olsen
cages herself and looks down. A slit,
a yard in length, runs along the front
of her white satin, and the great gap
stares up at her reproachfully.
"There!" said Sir Heron, in a tone
of dismay II knew I should do you
damage! That comes of dancing with
an untaught savage. What is to be
done"
May looks down, and then upward at
his aghast countenance, and laughs.
How did you possibly manage it?'
she says. E
upon my word, don't know" he
says, penitently. "My foot must have
caught in it."
But how-have you spurs on?"
And she glances demurely at his heels.
Satin ought not to tear like this.
Well, I must go home"
And with little sigh, she looks
around the room for her chaperone.
But they have pulled UP at the side
near the gallery, and away from the
line of old ladies who decorated two
sides of the room.
ball isn't half over, and-and besides,
you promised me another dance
ri did not" aqt
CAT any rate, you mustn't. think of
going" heasays, evading the question.
"The fellows whose names are down
on your card for the rest of the dances
will tear me to pieces if you do!
Can't something be done? Oh, don't
knock me down, sir, I'd rather get out
of the way!" this to corpulent gentle
man who bounces himself and partner
against him. LET us go into the gal
lery--they'll run over us otherwise.
Can't something be done"
eff Mrs. Godfrey Turner sees this
she will take me away directly. 1t is
right in the 'front.'"
"Mrs. Geoffrey Turner" he says,
quickly; 81 know her. she is a friend
of mine! Are you her daughter-no,
niece? Oh, there she is. Come
along out of sight at any rate" he
says, desperately; and before May can
resist he draws her hand within his
arm and hurries her into the gallery.
Now" he says, "let us Sc what can
be done. Can it be pinned? Have you
some pins?''
mo! It is the one article one is
sure to require at ball, and the last
article we should think of bringing
mo, I haven't pin. You might as
well ask me for battle-ax."
Sir Heron looked around in despair,
which rapidly changes to hope as he
sees one of the female attendants who
is passing at little distance, ana
/ who hurries toward them at the sound
of his peremptory summons.
"a pin, Sir Heron; oh, what pity;
shall r"
| But Sir Heron had dropped On one
knee, and holds the satin crushed up
in a heap in his hands.
"Give me the pin,' he says, valiant
| ly. THAT'S it-now another-one more