Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1911-05-27
CHAPTER xxxvI.-continued.

Beautiful she surely was. Her ball
gown was of light golden stuff, and
there was a coral wreath upon her
hair, and her dancing slippers were
of coral hue. There was no more stri-
king figure upon the floor than she.
Jewels blazed at her throat and caught
here and there the flmy folds of her
gown. She was radiant, beautiful, ap-
parently happy. She came mysterious
ly enough; but I knew that Mr. Cal
houn's carriage had been sent for her
| learned also that he had waited for
her arrival.
As 1 first saw Helena Won Ritz, there
stood by her side DIR. Samuel Ward,
his square and stocky figure not un-
dignified in his dancing dress, the stiff
gray name of his hair waggling after
it's custom as he spoke emphaticaIly
over something with her. gruff
man, DIR. Ward, but under his gray
name there was a clear brain, and
in his broad breast there beat a large
and kindly heart
Even as / began to edge my way to-
ward these two, 1 saw Mr.. Calhoun
himself approach, tall, gray and thin.
He was very pale that night; and
knew well enough what effort it cost
him to attend any of these functions.
Yet he bowed with the grace of a
younger man and offered the baroness
an arm. Then, methinks, all Washing
ton gasped a bit. Not all Washington
knew what had gone forward between
these two. Not all Washington knew
what that couple meant as they
marched in the grand procession that
night-what they meant for America.
Of all those who saw, 1 alone under
stood.
So they danced; he with the dig
nifty of his years, she with the grace
which was the perfection of dancing,
the perfection of courtesy and of dig
nifty also, as though she knew and
valued to the full what was offered to
her now by John Calhoun. Grave,
sweet and sad Helena Won Ritz
seemed to me that night She was
wholly unconscious of those who
looked and whispered. Her face was
pale and rapt as that of some devotee
Mr.. Polk himself stood apart, and
plainly enough saw this little matter
go forward. When Mr.. Calhoun APP
preached with the Baroness Won Ritz
upon his arm, Mr.. Polk was too much
politician to hesitate or to inquire He
knew that it was safe to follow where
JOln CaInOun led. TheSe two con-
versed for a few moments Thus, /
fancy, Helena Won Ritz had her first
and last acquaintance with one of our
politicians to whom fate gave far
more than his deserts 1t was the
fortune of Mr.. Polk to gain for this
country Texas, California and Oregon
not one of them by desert of his
own, My heart has often been bit
ter when / have recalled that little
scene. Politics so INSCRIPTIONS can
not always have John Calhoun. a
Helena Won Ritz, to correct, guard and
guide
Alter this the card of Helena vcr
Ritz might well enough indeed been
full had she cared further to dance
She excused herself gracefully. say
ing that after the honor which had
been done her she could not ask more.
Still. Washington buzzed; somewhat
of Europe as we'll That might have
been called the triumph of Helena Won
Ritz. She felt it not But could see
that she gioried in some other thing
1 approached her as soon as pos
sfble. Il am about to co. she said
Say goodbye to me now. here We
shall not meet again Say good-by to
ne now, quickly, My father and I are
going to leave. The treaty for Ore