The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1906-01-25

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ed guests, himself inspected the IA
nous mine The Blairs found them
selves Unexpectedly at home. The au-
tocrat, not himself a dancer, could not
escape the ballroom-at least not with
Sister Hattie.
The Fourth of 6uly was an especially
lively one. From Lynn there came a
party almost bosterous with gayety-
seventy odd Of them-no end of splen-
did women. How could there be in an
American rout! And they gave the
dances u color bewildering.
That night the dance room was too
surging with all man hungers for to
think seriously Of staying out-only
music and women, true, but such mu-
sic and such women! The very ensem
BILE disposed John to impression, and
it was not slow to sweep over him
when one slender, girlisA woman gid-
ed near him in the whirl of the waltz
and 50 drew away again that she ac
tually took his breath. John Blars
mind went instantly to exhaust fans
He knew about such things, knew the
pull of them, how they sucked the at
mosphere out of a corner all ut once,
and his gasp was evidence that the air
had left the corner he occupied. John
knew nothing about summer hats. rs
big as Toledore ore baskets, nothing
Of trains that spread like Japanese
fans over waXed floors and dresses
that made the autocratic blood sweep
into the heart and out again at precise
ly the same instant, but he did know
something Of ventilation.
Again the beat Of the music drew her
from across the room toward him, and
he felt the pressure registering inside
He caught again glimpse Of her face.
her lips just parted by smile. At the
turn-the turn which bore her away
her eyes for an instant certainly rested
on his. and she was gone.
Twice again that evening John saw
her fairly, once in the promenade,
when she passed on the arm of the
worried youth who had led her through
the waltz Passing, her glance met his
look. Her eyes, no matter where cast
or how, were glorious. And Sister Hat
tie whispered, John, isn't she magnti-
cent? But John was silent.
They were birds Of passage, the Lynn
people Next day they We're off to their
headquarters at Stelle's, up the Notch.
One day the autocrat was driving
with Hattie when big drag from
above rolled swiftly past them. In
the back Of it, beside particularly Of
fensive looking chap, sat the presence
of the ballroom, and again the marvel
GUS creature took Johns breath. That
day no more he thought Of FL Toledore.
Mining problems after her face offered
nothing. Even next day in the morn.
ing hour with the Buffalo set and after
the luncheon and after the lazy inter
val John Blair's repose was still I'M
settled as If by a swell that marks the
sea after the wind dies.
Toward evening the women began,
as was their wont, to gather on the
porches. Hattie, happy with a Yale
man of promise-summer promise-sat
In the Buffalo corner and tried to com
prehend something about the fall grid
iron. With her friends. the Ramsey
girls, sat Mr.. Howard Tiff, and, like a
convalescent topper, among various
guests Of distinction lounged John
Blair. 1t was one Of those groups set
down by society Bradstreets as AaAa
Al.
While the jests few or We're at least
diligently launched and laughter made
response more or less sincere there
came down the Notch road pair Of
wandering musicians. The woman, In
the lively colors Of Italy, carried tam
BOURNE, the man Il violin. AS they
drew near the Buffalo angle Of the
porch and prospective audience the
man halted, stuffed his cap into his
pocket and with muddy bow began
a rambling tune on his violin. His com
panion. her eyes east down, stood be-
side him IN an attitude Of waiting; yet
most eyes fell on her. resting rather
than on the man gradually working
himself into a grotesque physical eff
fort.
The tune done, there came some per
functory applause. The violinist. n lit
tie man. with trousers generously long,
bent In acknowledgment, and, taking
his cap from his pocket as an artist OF
greater pretense might bit of cam
brio, he wiped his face on 1t with the
gentle pathos OF Naples. This drew
more applause. He put his hand upon
his heart and bent lower. Even his
companion smiled, but only at him; her
face held rather away from the audi
ence.
STOPPING then, the musician busted
with bis cap spot on the macadam
no bigger than dinner plate. He dust
cd In turn the III used cap apologetical
u on bis trousers and stuck II back
Into his pocket--all Of this with an air
Confined next week.