The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-25
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 And disgraceful too! His hirtations are notorious" responded her neigh hor and her tone was spitefui
 Presentiy Hester was beseiged with mariners: she loved dancing. and she danced we'll Amid the changes and chances of the evening she had the extraordinary good fortune to ind her self in the same set Of Lancers as Paul de Sarazin: she thought he looked at her: she hoped that he had asked who she was. When he and his part rer duly visited her, to her very low curtesy he made still lower bow Rut unhappily this did not constitute an acQuaintance For the cotillion af- ter supper she was engaged to hIrs. Tudor's pet parti. Gussie Belford. a fine tanned specimen of an average young Briton: capital oarsman and cricketer, rattling good fellow. the only son and heir of a needy viscount. Here, in the opinion of Mrs. Tudor. was the ideal husband for Hester Forde. The young couple duly took their seats in the wide inner circle. Spectators and wall flowers crowded the outer row right up to the windows. a lady and her cavalier who were to lead tine cotillion had already begun operations This couple were Paul de Sarazin and an Italian princess. Hester stealthily watched his tall, slim figure as he moVeu &DOut issuing uiESCIioHs was a fund of nervous activity under all the repose of that graceful car riage: every movement was rapid and effective. The leaders danced with wonderful Ego" and elan. and presently the cotiliion was in full swing.
 To impart the honest truth, Gussie Belford found his partner. if light of foot. somewhat heavy on hand. She had not word to throw to a dog. and Gus sle--who was himself of a taciturn ma fure--had been in the habit of allow ing his lady friends to do the talking and to amuse him. But girl with ten thousand a year evidently consid- cred that 1t was his business to enter tain heri He glanced at her. as she sat by him motionless, with her hands loosely folded. No, she was not bad looking: she had a ripping skin and hair, but she was about as dull as ditch waters How little one half of the world knows of what the other hall is thinking. Hester was watching-as she believed unnoticedJ-every move ment of Paul de SaraZin. leader of the cotillion, and best dancer in Biarritz As he passed he tossed her favors. the same as to other ladi~s. and these fa- vors were to her neither more nor less than sacred treasures-a paper cap. flag, a bouquet. a ribbon and bells. which she wore in turn and then hid away under her chair. As she sat, breathless, watching the reVolving panorama of gay faces, paper caps. and brandishing banners. they passed as a mere cloud, out of which she could dis tinguish only one person. Then came the supreme climaxi In a figure in which the row of ladies and the row of men dash from opposite ends or the room, and meet with a crash. amid the pell-meII she found herself in the arms Of Paul de Sarazin! It was only happy accident but oh! the whirling sxaltation of the moment! For few bars of the waltz he skinned round with her in his graceful swallow-like night, then hastily restored her to her seat. and without a glance, went his yyay--went to a stout handsome French countess in a shimmering dress and