Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1909-03-18
The Yelled Lady's
Hour of Triumph
By ALICE PACKARD

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You simply must come. All you
have to do is to buy a mask; you
needn't even bother about a fancy
dress"
oh, I'm too old"
Too old nonsense! Besides. every
body's going! Why, even that bideous
Miss k1Rg with harelip is sure to be
there, and she's about the limit"
laughed the girl.
THANKS for chasing me with the
Limit, but I'll go II only to keep you
Quiet-and who's Miss King, any
way?"
"Oh. an old trump who talks to no
body. and locks melancholy"
All, then 1t couldn't be the same"
remarked the major to himself.
The lady in question was sitting in
her bedroom on the fourth floor with
mirror in her hand. She was neith-
or 30 old nor so frumpish as she ap-
psarsd to highly critical Is, but the
race she was looking at In the mirror
was almost grotesQue.
Ten years ago she had been beau
dful and had carried all before her.
Now nRught remained of that beauty
but the eyes. They were lovely stir.
DARK blue and expressive. Ten years
ago Hsrmione King had fallen face
foremost from a dogcart; her face had
hi sharp stone and the curious scar
from nose to chin which appeared to
clesVe both upper and lower lip in
two made her well-nigh hideous.
She had been on the point of being
engaged to a prominent soldier when
fate dealt her this crushing blow.
She determined he should never see
her again.
Had it not been for a frontier war
and hasty call to active service she
might not have been able to carry out
her plan, for the soldier was much in
love; but things were made easy. and
she was able to take herself out of his
life completely.
And he's arrived here Of all places"
abe seid to herself. 'T might have
known I was bound TO come across
him one day. He shall not see me.
though. He loves me, then, but who
could love this?" and she struck the
image Of her faso In the glass with
the back OF her hand.
And yet, the eyes are always the
same. Who was the FrsRchwoman who
said: dive me a good pair Of eyes and
I'll do tho restf' believe / could do
the rest too"
She sat thinking a minute.
Il will. will, and it shall be to-
night at the Zoe carnival. He shall
see me and-yes-he shall love me
again just for an hour. I'll forget
these grim years-throw them off and
be young again and enjoy. I'll have
just one hour back of my lost youth
and beauty. And afterward? Well.
what matter?"
All, it's good to live again." and
she laughed to herself as she went
about her room, pulling drawers
hastily out, searching for the articles
she required for the fancy dress
which was to conceal all that was
repulsive and only show what could
charm and delight
A oloudless sky, Illuminated with a
thousand stars, snow peaks towering
on all sides, made a romantic setting
for the brilliantly lighted rink, and
the exhilaration had apparently en-
tered into the souls Of the jewellers.
The yelled Turkish lady was I'M
doubtedly the success OF the evening.
Did you ever know a girl with eyes
Just like yours named Hermione
Ktng?" said Mai. Wotherston, who had
skated boldly up to the mysterious
yelled lady.
All, monsieur" she replied, laugh
Ing, and speaking in French, 81 don't
understand one word. In French
please"
"Oh-er-esker, esker, but 1 can't
speak French. Dash it all! 1 know
you are English. and do speak to me
in your natural voice"
"Ah, monsieur, you are charming.
and so handsome 1 know under that
mask. mails, quel dommage que je ne
vOus comprends past"
He looked long at her.
1T Is Hermionei There's only one
pair of eyes Ike that in all the world
The games up, Hermione; speak to
me and tell me where you've been all
these years and why you disappeared
out OF my life"
woman her reasons, for you're sure
not to hear the right ones"
She was speaking In her natural
voice.
And now that I've found you, am 1
to lose you again." he asked.
Perhaps, who knows? 1t depends
how glad you are to find me-"
Glad! Hermione, just the sight of
those eyes sets me on fire again. You
knew loved you before. love you
more than ever to-day. But come away
out Of this crowd" and he led her to
little deserted kiosk by the side of
the rink.
The fun was growing fast and fu-
rious. Brightly dressed figures were
darting to and fro-girls were laugh
ingly and quite half-heartedly fleeing
from their masked pursuers, and a
note Of wild abandon was creeping In.
The band was playing faster and
louder, and under cover OF the noise
and IanQhfar Mai