The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-07-20

| ,a 1uen, LOT dH0tuer tulHS, your EYES
are good in shape and color, but"
Miss Raveline, whose eyes had been
dropped, raised them quickly at the
"but."
But what:' she asked hesitatingly.
"Oh, we'll, I've no right to criticise,"
said, apologetically.
"You have, if I ask you," she re-
piled somewhat abruptly.
But still" l said, and passed on
hurriedly. "Your nose is really fine in
line and molding. though of course it
would be better If it didn't turn up
just "a
"It DOESN'T" protested Miss Ravel.
inc, Grossly.
'No. of course" hurried on. "But
your hair"
Yes; is there anything the matter
with my hair?' she asked with lofty
sarcasm.
"It's color is good" said, "and as
for your complexion" I hesitated.
Miss Raveline was drumming on her
fan impatiently.
"Well?" she said, almost ue6antly.
Il can't see we'll enough in this light
to give a definite opinion" I said.
Before deciding should like to in.
spect it more closely and more Dor
oughly. so to speak"
you're right. The light is bad"
she said abruptly, and got up reso'
lutely. rose after her.
81 was afraid you wouldn't like me
to-to give my opinions so bluntly," I
said timidly. ''Of course, I'm sorry if
I have hurt"
What an absurdityw she said. with
hauteur. II don't in the least mind
what you say. And you've been. quite
complimentary, I suppose. Pray go
on" She reseated herself, monu-
E1ent Of statuesque reserve and frigid
civility. Its nothing to me what you
think" she said. icily.
"Well, there is your mouth" I went
on very nervcusly. She turned slightly
toward me with a lofty inclination of
her head, as though giving me gra-
cious permission to take liberties with
her mouth. I wished that I could.
The lips are perfect in color and de-
sign-so far as can judge from a dis
tance," I explained, "but here again a
more thorough examination would be
necessary before"
"Have you nearly fnished?" she
asked in her scornful voice.
Il think there's only your waist left"
1 ran on precipitately.
ooh, yes, my waist, Of course" she
said with irony, what are you going
to do to my waist?"
"I wasn't going to do anything" I
replied, but wished I was. ut only
has always struck me as being we'll
proportioned and jimp, as they say in
Scotland. The stature is sufficient,
and the modelling is just-always pro-
viding that it is natural and not
Miss Raveline rose for the last time,
magnifcently angry. THANK you so
much for your candor," she said loft
lily.
"But-but we haven't seen this pic
ture," I urged. She paused, and then,
ignoring my remark. took one step tow
ard me. you'd better take me down
again, I Think she said, almost under
her breath, and her face quite near
me. "Why-but why?" she asked al
most tearfully, "but you said I was
beautifulv'
$50 you are" I answered prompt
~; "the most beautiful woman in the
world" She was silent, as if aston
ished. There is no beauty but has
some strangeness in the proportion" I
quoted from Bacon. "The slight tilt
Of your nose"
''It isn't" she said feebly.
''The faint irregularities Of your face
only enhance your beauty. You are
not ici1y, regularly, splendidly null.
And, personally, 1 happen to adore all
the defects in you"
II don't see how you could do that"
said Miss .Raveline in tremulous,
half-laughing voice. But you said
my waist" She stopped.
"Well. you see, aon't know from
personal experience" replied. II
dare say it is-if I only knew"
1T is-it is really"
made the experiment boldly. ut isl
I whispered, and added, "I'm sorry to
make the fourth tonight.
You might have been the first. Why
weren't your she asked.
"Well, you see, it was all that mon
ey," quoted.
you said-you said that my lips"
eyes, I must make sure was right
there" I declared, and did so.-H.
B. Marriott Watson. IN London Mail.