The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1906-10-19

But he interrupted. THE gown Is
only the added charm-the color of the
rose it's perfume, it's hearty, is there
no matter in what petals So 1t is not
the dress, it is you. At sight of you
/ am transported to a rare Old past the
ugly present dies, You are a jewel III
leaden setting, you are"
Hush, senior, or l shall begin 10
fancy myself a great lady indeed-cr
perhaps the spell will break, and
shall vanish along with the dreams
ana, glories of that olden time. You
only imagine mel am not here and
she made a few passes of her hands,
laughing lightly at the mock spell.
"Ah, Dios, yes, you are here; you
are real, true! 1t is the dress alone
that belongs 10 my dream maiden
YOU are flesh and blood" He came
closer toward her, but she sprang
down. LET us peep in at the window
and watch the dancers" and crossing
the path. she tiptoed until, through the
slit between the bars she could plain
ly see the interior.
Gerald is dancing again. l had no
idea he could adapt himself with suoh
ease to these rustic maidens.
Unseen by her, Gonzaga shrugged his
shoulders with skeptical smile as she
continued: "He never talks of con-
quests. think he does not care 10
make any," And she tiptoed again 10
see her brother as he swung to place OF
"chasseed" with the ease of practiced
gallant.
In the midst of set girl appeared
for aimoment at door opposite Laven-
der's point of vantage. Quickly her eyes
zigzagged about the room. Apparently
their glance was rewarded, Tor she
smiled and a contented look curved her
mouth. Then she retreated as quickly
as she had come, while two young men
lounging by the window began discus
sion of her. Their voices reached Law
ender distinctly.
Hello; if there amt Branch-water
Sue! Too bad she wafn't lowed to Jlne
the festivities. poor thing. She's sweet
n purity as all creation, but that pa
o. hern he watches her closter n cat =
D.. The other youth his articulation inn
peded by mouthful of popcorn, added:
"All the same he can't keep her from
midnight meetings with that city chap.
Guess the smarty prefers courtin OF
the sly. The rest of us don't stand no
show with Sue sence this spark with
his hifalutin' airs"
The gossip ceased abruptly here as the
dance broke up.
Lavender turned to her companion.
did you see that pretty, black-eyed
girl. who stood for minute like an an
gel peeping into Paradise?"
He interrupted her. 81 think angels
have only blue eyes-violet eyes," he
said, looking ardently into her eyes.
To fill up the gap in the conversation
where every pause was embarrassing,
Lavender continued the subject. Il
think we have inadvertently hit upon 4
romnce. Those men were discussing
a girl, her city beau and an irate
father. did not suppose that there
were any gallants hereabouts.
There was slight interest in her tone,
and her attention, even as she spoke,
seemed elsewhere. Not so Gonzaga;
her question gave him cue. With
every show of wishing to change the
subject hastily, he repeated: Her
city beau?' Never mind, let us talk of
other things. fair one"
They were slowly walking down the
path, but his tone and manner made
Lavender stop and regard him with
scrutiny. You are mysterious" she
said. abruptly. "Why?"
His reply came with apparent unwill-
ingness. at is nothing that cate to
discuss with you, of all people. am not
a man to enjoy SCATTERING idols.
Nor am l one to worship them" she
retorted. at is true, however, that l
esteem my friends highly; it is not like
ly that you can show reason why any
of them should merit less" Then
lightly: But we are certainly wander
ng from the subject"
Not so far as you imagine, perhaps"
he returned. You had better not try