Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1910-06-02

morning till late In the afternoon. Civ
ing the last necessary directions to
florists, and caterers, maids and must
clans.
The juniors escorts were arriving on
every train, and the rest of the COM
mittee forgot - completely, blissfully
fcrgot-their duty in the midst of this
new excitement But Kate-because
she had only asked her cousin. and he
was practically engaged-worked on
undisturbed
But that night, when she stood in
the brilliantly lighted gymnasium, re-
ceiving with the patronesses and her
committee, she showed no signs of the
hard days work she had accomplished.
Isn't Kate the prettiest thing, to-
night?" one Of the committee was
whispering to Junior near her.
Isn't shel Other classes have had
more striking chairmen, perhaps, but
Kate is Just about the most refreshing
sight 1 ever saw. But isn't 1t funny
she didn't ask someone beside that
cousin of hers. She's such an attrac-
tive girl, and this of all times"
The member of the committee smiled
knowingly. 20, she expected to, you
know, but there was a serious misun-
! derstanding-Quite an affair, believe.
Please don't tell and I'll tell you all
! about it"
Just then the strains Of the opening
two-step sounded above the din of the
many voices.
Hates moment Of triumph had come,
and with all eyes conferred upon her.
she and her cousin stepped out upon
the glistening floor to open the dance.
Say, Kate" said her cousin as soon
as the anxiety Of the first two-step was
over and the floor was crowded with
the other dancers, "it's a con-
founded shame to waste your love-
Illness all on me tonight. That
get-up suits you to T. Honest, Kitty.
why didn't you let one of the boys
come on for this? I fully expected
you'd have that young chap you met In
Denver last summer. I'd have sworn
you liked him"
Kate tried to conceal her uneasiness.
She felt the deep red mount in her pink
| cheeks, and a little choke of disap-
pointment Quivered in her throat.
why, Lay dear cousin, how dare you
suggest substitute. 1 feel so safe and
| comfortable with you no matter what
happens nor how badly the dance
goes"
Yes, Kate, but you're not answering
| my question about Broughton. He's
sucn a tip-top fellow, hate to see you
| cut him short so soon"
Kate buried her face on her arm
as she danced. She was tired and the
| strain had taken away her usual self
control.
Suddenly seeing her confusion, Wat
son changed the subject. We'll, it's
going tip-top. little cousin. Every
things perfection"
Yes, it's all right, excepting that
one Of your patronesses hasn't APP
peared. Psychology professor, rather
odd, but mighty good to us girls. And
the worst of 1t all is that she is bring
ing a protege of hers of whom 1 nave
full charge. wonder what has be-
come of her!"
II was not until the sixth dance that
she thought again of Miss Waite and
her escort. She had excused herself
from her last partner and was making
her way with her cousin to the range
of chairs where the patronesses were
seated.
| Now. your duty" she was explain
ing, rs TO absorb Miss Waite In psy-
Geological appropriations, while collar
the young hopeful and"
| She stopped suddenly as she saw a
few feet off the familiar figure of Ed
ward Boughton. A feeling of WEAKNESS
seized her as she put her hand on her
cousins arm.
| Good evening, Katherine" he was
saying quite naturally. Hello, Watson,
glad to see you here. Our dance, be-
lieve, Kate"
No, ineed," Kate assured him, with
her hand still on her cousins arm Il
don't In the least understandable my
dances are all taken, anyway" She
had not heard her cousins hearty
greeting of his old friend nor caught
the look that passed between the two
men.
Il wonder where Miss Waite can
be" she went on, nervously.
why, Miss Waite couldn't possibly
get over, Kate. You see, brought my
mother on with me and she and Miss
Waite are such old friends and had
such lot to talk about that she knew
you'd forgive her for staying at home "
Kate was dazed. But where Is her
eScort?" she gasped.
The two men laughed.
Kitty. this looks like a put-up Job
all right" Her cousin took her
trembling little hand in his. This, |
believe, is the young hopeful you were
telling me about, but seem to be com
pletely dished out OF my psychological
discourse"
Kate was powerless in her surprise
and when she felt herself gliding of
Waiting to the old, familiar step, she
half fancied 1t was a dream.
And later when she found herself
with Edward Broughton in a secluded
corner of the impromptu conservatory
fashioned under her own direction that
very afternoon-and realized that a