Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1906-02-27
too soon glad that her intuition for.

bade the demonstration.
1T was all SO beautiful, papa" she
said timidly. 81 have no way to tell
you how thank you"
"Yon may do that" he replied even
ly, with 10 unkindness, with no kind
ness either, In the level Of his tone,
"by never dancing again more than
twice with one man IN one evening"
II think I should much prefer not
myself" she returned, lifting her head
to face him gravely. II believe II I
cared to dance more than once with
one should like to dance all Of them
with him."
Mr.. Carewe frOwned. II trust that
you discovered none last night whom
you wished to honor with your entire
programme"
NO" she laughed, mot last night"
Her father tossed away his cigar alb
ruptly. "Is it too much to hope" he
inquired, that when you discover a
gentleman with whom you desire to
waltz all night you will omit to men,
ton the fact to him"
There was brief fash of her eye
as she recalled her impulse to take his
hand, but she Immediately looked at
him with such complete seriousness
that he feared his irony had been
thrown away.
III remember not to mention II"
she answered. Ill tell him you told
me not to-"
~ think you may retire now," said
Mr.. Carewe sharply.
She rose from the steps, went to the
door, then turned at the threshold.
Were all your friends here, papa?"
do you think that every ninny who
gabbled In my house last night was my
friend" he said angrily. There was
one friend of mine, Mrs. Tanberry, who
wasn't here because she is out Of town,
but do not imagine that you are In
quiring about women. You mean was
every unmarried male idiot who could
afford u swallowtailed coat and Il clean
pair Of gloves cavOrting about the
place? Yes, miss, they were all here
except two, and one Of those Is fool,
the other knave."
Cant l know the fooli" she asked
eagerly.
II rejoice to find them 80 rare In your
experiences" he retorted. This one Is
out of town, though l have no doubt
you will see him sufficiently often when
he returns. His name Is CraIley Gray,
and he is to marry FanchOn Bareaud-
If he remembers"
"And the knave"
us one. Carewe shut his teeth with
q venomous snap, and his whole face
reddened suddenly. I'LL mention this
fellow once-now," he said, speaking
each word with emphasis. His name
Is Vanrevel. You see that gate, you
see the line of my property there. The
man himself as well as every other per-
son In the town remembers well that
the last time l spoke to him 1t was to
tell him that If he ever set foot on
ground of mine I'd shoot him down,
and he knows, and they all know, !
shall keep my word! Elsewhere told
him that for the sake of public peace
should ignore him. do. You will see
him everywhere, but 1t will not be diff
fcult. No one will have the hardihood
to present him to my daughter. The
quarrel between u.s. Mr.. Carewe
broke of for u moment his hands
clinching the arms of his chair, while
he swallowed with difficulty, as though
he choked upon some acrid bolus, and
he was so strongly agitated by his own
mention of his enemy that he controlled
himself by a painful effort Of his will.
1.-THE quarrel between US Is political
and personal. You will remember"
II shall remember" she answered in
q rather frightened voice.
It was long before she fell asleep. Il
alone must hover about the gates or
steal into your garden like thief the
incroyable had said. 1.-The last time
spoke to him it was to tell him that If
he ever set foot ON ground Of mine I'd
shoot him down. had been her fathers
declaration. And Mr.. Carewe had spo-
ken with the most undeniable air OF
meaning what he said. Yet she knew
that the incroyable would come again.
Also, with hot cheeks pressed into
her pillow, Miss Betty had identified
the young man in the white hat, that
dark person whose hand she had far
too impetuously seized In both Of hers.
Aha! 1t was this gentleman who look
ed into peoples eyes and stammered so
sincerely over pretty speech that you
almost believed him; 1t was he who
was to marry Fanchon Bareaud, III he
remembers!' No wonder Fanchon had
been In such hurry to get him away.
IF he remembersT' Such was that
young mans character. was It? Miss
Carewe laughed aloud to her pillow,
for was one to guess the reason also
Of bis not having come to her ball?
Had the poor man been commanded to
be "out Of town.
Then, remembering the piQuant and
generous face Of Fanchon, Betty clinch-
al her fingers tightly and crushed the