Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1905-03-25
WHAT HE HEARD.

MISS huuSmeL ne HaQ never seen MISS
Kunsmet, but Miss Barlow had called
him up on the phone and told him that
she had arrived. Well, the girls would
probably be in directly 1t was not
worth while sitting down.
Dingwall walked about the room and
assured himself by means of the mantel
mirror that his tie was straight and the
parting of his hair unrufiled. Still nobody
came and still the giggling in the next
room continued.
Dingwall stepped on tiptoe into the hall
and listened. The girls were talking and
quite unrestrainedly-of him, no doubt
Such was the way Of girls. But why did
they linger? Perhaps the friend was
making a few finishing touches to her
toilet in his honor.
Another burst of laughter came from
the back room. Dingwalls curiosity was
excited. He tiptoed to the door.
He doesn't like to be kept waiting"
he heard Miss Barlow say.
Il don't" thought Dingwall. But how
did she know 1t? I've always tried to
look pleasant"
But | don't believe in humoring him
too much" the young woman continued.
Il wish you could see him this very in
slant"
Il guess she can make out to wait a
few minutes, thought Dingwall.
Il know you'll just love him"
I'm sure WILL" said the friends
voice. What color are his eyes?"
"A dark, liquid soulful brown" replied
Miss Barlow. HE looks at me some
times with sort of sad, dumb worship
in them-as if he wanted to tell me some
thing and it was breaking his heart be-
cause he couldn't"
"And never thought she SO much as
guessed at my feelings" thought Ding
wall. by Jove, these girls are pretty
foxy!"
Mine has black eyes, said the friend.
He has that same look in them, though"
There was a slight noise in the hall.
and Dingwall lodged back with wildly
beating heart and flushed face.
He smiled at himself in the mirror
moment later and winked triumph
antly.
This is mighty interesting" he said.
Il don't believe that was anyone coming.
l think I'll go back
He's we'll bred" Miss Barlow was
saying. "A perfect little gentleman"
Dingwall's chest went out.
Il wanted to hug him the very first
time | saw him. 1t was case of love at
first sight"
A heavenly radiance overspread Ding
wallis countenance.
But he's the most conceited little
beast that ever"
An unmistakable approaching foot
step this time. Dingwall darted back
into the reception room, where he stood
in whirl of conflicting emotions.
1t was altogether beyond him. To
confess her love in one breath and in the
next to make an absolutely unjust &C
cusation and in the most contemptuous
terms! Here was a nice dose of bitter in
the honey he had been swallowing with
such avidity. One thing seemed certain
he could never meet that girl again.
Henceforth she was nothing to him.
He was starting for the door when Mrs.
Barlow entered. She seemed surprised
to see the young man alone.
why, where are the girls?" she
asked.
Il imagine they are in the next room"
answered Dingwall. IL hear them
talking"
Then Greta can't have told them that
you We're here. Girls" she cried. rails
ing her voice, Mr.. Dingwall is here.
Floral"
Miss Barlow and her friend came in
Dingwall went through with the cere-
mony of introduction to the friend with
frigid politeness. His greeting of Miss
Barlow was similarly cold. There
should be no dumb alteration in his eyes
now, at least, he determined. Naturally
the change in his manner embarrassed
the young woman. 1t was rather awk-
ward all around for some minutes. Miss
Kunsmet dispelled the gloom at last.
Flora has been telling me about her
dear little dog, Cripps," she said. adj
dressing Mrs. Barlow. she says he does
everything but talk. tell her don't
believe he's as sweet and affectionate as
my little black spaniel, Mazarin. We've
been having quite doggy discussion"
Then light dawned on Dingwall and
he began to make himself agreeable
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