The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-08-23

still, the book UNDECIDED upon her lap. Her
eyes gaZed into nothingness.
Heart-sorrow can make of us either
slaves or conquerors. The revelation in
Eugh's letter changed Madge from a girl
into a woman. IN that hour when She sat
thinking the transformation was wrought.
She saw that she had never loved Hugh
Lawrence. She had been dazzled, faScin-
ated, charmed by his personality, but as
for love, it had not come near her.
From that day Madge's unhappy moods
%forsooll her. She became a creature of
added power and strengthened purpose.
Another summer passed. Madge had
grown more beautiful. not merely with tho
added loneliness of curves and tints, but
With that potent charm OF Individuality
which is the basis of ali true beauty.
The girl had not ceased to dream day
dreams. 81 shall have my opportunity
yet" she told her heart each day. "When
| am ready for i: it will come
One day Upon returning from Mrs.
Drews'. Madge found her mother waiting
for her at the gate, an nnmistakable radi-
ance in her eyes.
"Madge.."
"What is it, mama?"
"a letter from your Aunt and Uncle
Copely."
1t is on a winter evening during the fol-
lowing season that the spacious, brilliantly
lighted music room of the Copely mansion
is fast filling With guests.
Mrs. Copely's musicales are always
charming affairs. There is generally an
uneXpectedness about them which is truly
refreshing. one may always be safe IN an
ticlpating something move in the way of a
unique surprise.
Tonight there Is an air of unusual eX-
pectancy among The guests and the rumor
is current that a new artist will make her
debut. Some one mentions the fact that
she is Mrs. Copely niece.
Oh, yes murmurs a young matron in
a nile green crepe. Blanche Hemingway
met her Informally the other day and says
she's a charming girl"
"Look-that must be she now-the tall
girl in white. Yes, Mrs. Copely is intro
duc!ng her. Why, she's beautiful isn't
she?'
An elderly woman, with fine brown eyes
turns and touches the arm of her son, who
stands near.
Hugh, can that be the young artist
they're all talking about? What a beauty
she is and what u sensation she is Great
ing. She's Mrs. Copely's niece, 1 be-
lieve."
The son looks dutifully in the direction
indicated. He has brown eyes like his
mothers and they light with swift appre-
citation at sight OF the young woman in
white. Then all suddenly his composurc
forsakes him. He forgets his good breed
ing and stares.
"Jove" he nutters beneath his breath.
1T can't be! What a queen!y creature
she has grown to be? Mrs. Copely's neice.
Heavens. she never so much as limited
at the relationship that
The wondering voice of his mother re-
minds him. why, Hugh! you seem per-
turbed. What is .t?'
"Oh, nothing. Her face seems familiar
and J. was trying to place her, that's all.
What do you say her name is?'
II don't know yet. Perhaps your friend
Bowman can tell you. Here he Is now"
The young man who has just come up is
dark and clean shaver. There Is a fas-
%ctnatton is his grave eyes far more potent
than the aggressive %brilliancy of HuEh's.
See, here, Bowman, do You know the
name OF the young artist-the fair girl in
white?"
Miss Hunter. l believe"
Thought I wasn't Mistaken Hugh
murmurs +, himself, as he moves away in
the d.1ca..on of Mrs. Copely's neice.
Hugh has been intending to say-well.
several things. But something in the un-
runled serenity Of her manner "a abs