The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1906-08-03

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two o. three years 80, OF Ia two Or
three years Time, i should have cried
hut now / couldn't do It Il
4 feel too much excited, too anxious
fot my own yindication, too much
wounded II my pride for tears!
But yet OIL how / could have
cared! how ] could have cared!
40 usual ri finish my diary when
the birthday - over and the entry
can bs complet completed" viii
anything ever be complete again!
The Mendleigh house ball is over,
my blue chiffon gown is crushed, the
lilies In my hair and on my breast are
dropping, the stars are paling, my
birthday is past, and-my life has be.
gun!
4 hardly know how to chronicle It
all-but I must! One cannot break
faith with diary that is only written
once q year!
At last came our waltz, and almost
before the music had fully come to
life we were reversing down the IA
nous ballroom, while dead and gone
rufaed and doubleted Mendleighs
glared down at us from the walls.
Directly the waltz was over he took
me to small ante-room-little more
than q recess-which is only known
to the Mendleigh house intimates; and
then, sitting down by my side. waited,
as usual, for me to begin to walk.
"By the by, before we discuss the
the-foor or the music, or attack any
other polite subject Of conversation,
let me thank you for the sweet rose
and the beautiful box" said, with
brave effort at CHEEKY friendliness.
George smiled swiftly (his teeth are
perfect). and looked less Napoleonic
than ! have ever seen him.
MANY happy returns of your birth
day, Della" he said, with q passion.
ate tenderness in his voice.
It was wonderful to hear him speak
like that, and his eyes-oh! could
those be the eyes that were so care.
less and cold as rule?
For half a second I forgot
madame" in Heidelberg, and let my
glance meet his own.
Della" he said, bending over me,
and speaking without emphasis, and
yet putting more strength into the
words than IL they had been doubly
underlined. Della, I love you. much
more than ever meant to love any
woman. never intended to love, be-
cause never intended to marry; but
now-good heavens! I find romance
in the idea of paying rates, and poetry
In the notion Of writing checks for
rent. And it's you who have taught
me, dearie! Della. will you-will
you"
Then suddenly I remembered
Gretchen with the two plaits, and per.
haps-who knows-there might be a
little Heinrich, or a small Lottchen.
or something terrible like that!
"How dare you be absolutely
wicked!" ] cried, dashing up from the
seat and standing Indignantly before
him.
At first he did not speak, but re.
NAMED sitting down and looking at
me in a way that made me feel more
of schoolgirl than ever felt in my
learning days.
Then, after a most inconsiderate
pause, he rose and faced me.
81 had no intention of being wicked,
I assure you," he replied in the same
voice that he asks elderly ladies If
they'll take tea or coffee. What have
I done?"
"a good many things that it
wouldn't be v-v-very reputable to
print, I've no doubt; but I should
think it's about the worst when you
"a m-m-married man-ask me-a girl
to be your wife, r..
For a second he looked contempla-
tive, then answered quietly:
II don't fancy I did ask you to
be my wife, and feel quite certain
I am not married quite sure!"
"Then how about madame 4. in
Heidelberg, whom you won't bring
over again? And how about Lady
Barnchester calling you bad hus-
band'?''
"But as madame happens to be
my cello, which once took up with
such fervor that every one called her
my wife Cor smadame'), can't see
how it> matters! Lady Barnchester
can answer for me, because she has
both seen, and heard madame be-
fore took her back to Heidelberg /
5 l can hardly remember what hap
pened next. only known felt that
the world was q sort Of environ Of
Paradise! !. ! si3
'AThe-then I--1-beg your pardon
oh! SO m-m-much," stammered.
M pray don't apologize! Shall we 60:
back to the ballroom - Il: . 4! t'3: 3ig
(Did he, mean 1t? Yes. his face was;
grave, cold and inscrutable! had
lost my happiness! Ny heart must
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