New-York tribune., 1905-02-07

Mrs. Beverley Carlton stood In an amber tinted
boUdoir. clad in a sweeping white silk dinner gown
I5n waIihg masses OF her dGiI back har 1 Sere
her shapely head \ snowy ostrich fan. with an
amber frame. lay on the dressing table beside g
holly had tumbled to the floor. and d shaggy ter
rier amusing himself by scattering the berries
broadcast. The woman was standing as If lost in
thought: Her maid had disappeared, with q sign
of relief. ten minutes before Madame had been
very particular that evening, and Maries patience
was was en- the the Wane she had arranged IN HaIal4e IS
the effect of that old fashioned tiara for fully a
eyebrows until her fingers ached She had devoted
so much attention to Madame's ewes that the brown
which Marie had cIasped about NIadames fair neck
little French girl wasted time in gliding along
the richly carpeted corridor and finding her way 10
be waiting to sympathize with her
ond sight. she might have been more consderate.
where Marie. her treasure of a maid, was coz
she tried Mare's patience too sorely. she was
sending her treasure more surely into the realms
by the gateways of Death or Divorced Mrs Carl
girl had given vent TO that sigh of relief! The
woman in the amber tinted boudoir surveyed her
dazzingly brill brilliant She snatGhed % up the diamond
moment and then decided 10 wear it. It suited
her TO perfection and she smiled dreamily she
tain sydney Strange had told her that when she
looked like so many cleaning dewdrops on snowy
The white terrier. having played sufficient havoc
with the holly, turned his attention TO Mrs Carl
tons train Anything that Mischief chose to do, as
rule. met with the approval OF his mistress But
for the first time in his existence, the animal was
French maid. He was ignored. his feelings were
hurt and there was an expression of injured dig
hid behind the curtained bed in the adjoining
clock struck S. Mrs. Beverley Carlton de
scended to the drawing room, and glided toward
oh" the girl commenced I'm so glad you are
down. Mrs. .CarIton I've been watching that door
Really. dear? Am the last TO appear upon
the scene? l say. Connie, who is this Mr.. Strange
who is to have The extreme honor of taking me in
oh, Mr. Sydney Strange. he's a cousin of Mr.,
rs he here YETI"
Hush. here he is Mrs Carlton, may I intro
duce Mr.. Stranger
No one but Jacob Harvey noticed the flush that
overspread Mrs Beverley Cartons beautiful feat
was by the merest chance that he caught the fol-
lowing snatches of conversation during dinner.
drift not lost upon Jacob Harvey
4 say Violet, do you mind II We talk politics
u agree, That's the only course during which
ever venture on so dry a topic!'
-'.Fascinating as ever vioiet?''
that hsppy w State m of aar exists Very sedo Il
used TO be chronic. with me. I believe. That was
long ?W6e3?, Sso?; when
Long Long before I became Mrs Beverley CarltOn"'
You used to admire this neeklace!''
"It is beautiful. l always did admire beautiful
i'la AND beautiful people Sydney: remember you
once said
Did ever make such idiotic sDeocAes2 No
wonder yOu''--
'sydney-Syd -ney''-
Constance is such good natured girl. She often
"of What you were yourself. in the oIden days,
Is that what you were going to say. Violet?
She IS
"Artichokes? Like fishes. they're good for the
'They @T' are I fairly lived on them FIVE years
ago.
= Politics or weather. say. You know. men
when put to the test
- ''Are all very much alike! That's besn my
'But te'y You know voiet-thero are exceptions"
Thank fortune this dinner VIII soon come to an !
end-as most things do. sooner lateri These !
big AFFAIRS rather a bore. don't you think?'
''Vi! A Christmas dinner a bore. I've been en- /
loving these stray "reminiscences. for my paTti /
Even these almonds remind me Of
"Of what? There are strangers to right OF US, 4
strangers TO left of US
How could know Sydney? I only arrived at
the Tea hour. have not Constance alone for /
a second since l 1 quite thought that she /
was still engaged TO Mr.. Harvey You should not |
have allowed me 70 go talking, as
Never mindl i took * for granted that Con-
last night! It's not public property yet
You have not told her that we were once en-
Certainly not Think of how should feel after
oh come. now! We were merely talking rCn-
senser'
Perhaps, Does Constance know that
'She knows that 1 was engaged. once upon 4