The daily sentinel., 1913-06-17

ABI ,,onth shaped itself easiest to sniting
"a I'll accrntance of broken hearts 1t IS a
Ayy gracious look, and difncuit OF attah-
@ ment to the palmer sisters -,
Vye.te withaI was not invincibie.
Rack in the earlier days of her reign
there had been man, and whiie th9
ss nen do-the memory remained 1
Pr. his merely to open the way to other faets;
~ Mad then beauty, prestge-and past, OF
1l,. hidden sort II was but natural that, thus
80 she should come eventually to eohsiaer
~. -.o,h.r-haye said that Yvettes mother was
=. n.' otber than Mrs. Jacques de la Fuente nee
-"-.ss-her mother, perhaps, stated the case mos.
uqasntly. ,,,.,,-,o,,n sb. said the
;;, lir,5;d French softening and sweetening
Srds THAT is, almost an old maid IL Is
:. yy.t.. YOU thought, myself, was married
fifteen" ;,. .,ouo;s-
: nd sighed She was standing at the moment
~ E,r dressing table, and the candle set IN
n .eonees on either side of that artistic DIT OF
rs;,ure Afforded mellow radiance to the mirror
sN hfteen." repeated the mother, tribe INSIST
ss., rom the cradle-,o the gravel" said Yvette,
1 fastened single string of pearls about her
FwS,t is il YOU say2" asked Mrs. de la Fuente.
u.wha, sharply She was not infrequentiy to pc
md some distance in the rear OF her oeautifai
fighter. ,w =, v.
IN nv trousseau" continued the lady. II had. as
know great quantities OF real lace. The veil OF
grandmother, alone- Ct
En- said Yvette, 1T does not matter She
ugy.d her slender shoulders. 81 am quite willing
marry-but the manI
kh.n Mrs. de Ia Fuentc flung out crafty feeler;
has been most attentive, she murmured, ana
re no slightest fault to be found win MS Posi-
j, his name
His money" thrust in Yvette, almost vulgariy.
y it, mammal You mean Tony Whiting. She
I'D, with little yawn, Il had thought OF that.
s.li'
He has perhaps spoken" said Mrs. de la Fuente.
Der eagerly
Nor said Yvette. No." and finished superbly
bsant, "but he will speak tonight"
long black velvet coat with collar of fur.
sxtnguished the candles on the dressing table.
What is it tonight she. asked, languidiy
austl Ii you knew how tired l am OF that
"a with its tenor who is justs grocer's boy in
elst and hose, and its so mysterious devil, and
30 silly Marguerite. Mind the stair. mammal"
md It came to pass, as they say in ancient chron.
tha, Tony Whiting spoke that night. He had
wanting only the inhnitesinal encouragement
"a frette allowed him during the Jewel Song.
box was very dark, and he sat just behind ner,
Fie his eyes could rest without ostentation upon
little curl that touched her neck. 1t was in his
y perhaps the sweetest thing about her-that
wayward, kissing curl. Once she dropped her
and when he stopped for it, her fingers fumbled
a'ey over taking it back. 1t is just such things
any case, Whiting spoke, in slow. careful
r. Shhe Marguerite upon the stage trilled
sly above some bits OF colored glass; she was
i ogl Marguerite, i may be hardly necessary to
ark with vanishing waist-line and three chins
ny Writings waist-line was also being threat
aau me aar at his temples had yielded visibly
e ~ PERSUASION OF time, but he had still but one
ee he whispered-not even her mother
...i ain' though she had always an ear that way
wy. w. You; you're very beautiful tonight"
,anel!IH e !usi lowered her lashes. They were long
NJ S.'a.l @ her cheek with suggestion Of shyness.
sn.,, en-. ,sutted the corner OF her mouth She did
nna1 rsaA, She knew how it went, that game
~ r.,. said Whiting, very softly you put me
rirs ~{ agony to-nght-Yes or no? Are you
nmn'ng ,ua iuS The real old lace about her heart
Nl yOu% ~ splie ssi wn;y Sysaly She did not flush.
o,ea'h ' caught nervously. "Wil YOU, Yvette?S
zep,d w guesr Ger question to ask while Marguerite
Wb;.; ~, inatronly self with earrings and neck
Or h. i.snsgSi perhaps, realized the queerness of
r.v...nd saned little nearer and touched Yvette's
h, b.sr with the tips of his fingers
aNo,I; gong on a long time-with me-" he
r.,. .J;,Jiihg ;oii new-as you know
e stase~,1d hs[ t hands in her lap. She looked
Wbii.,,s''q she looked back over her shoulder
end in ssyes yes. II you had been reared with
road yo, .w OF some day entering upon a GER
L befoyyss ys1 would not when that road unfolded
s, rs, sse took her first step between its orderly
know any enough, without excitement.
lou wii,,;s sne sad; very softly, in her turn.
Fhg sb.r .s :alf Whiting. incredulous to the last
ta. SAD Yvette. She was not tat all slow
ou, snv the great moment, come and gone.
IN ~. before mirror, and the devil loitered
tha background coquetting with Dame
Dear li,tl. euente received the news with radiance
BIZ. oi os,,naImins-in every way eiiSibleLnot
peopl. ms un.o but there are really many delight
br Far upn,own. ,nen. am confident you will be
fs' 'Ne rousseau, of course, YOU will have
II yo0, not though. Of the trousseau. said yv.,,.
mentally sSeuihP sighed Mrs. de ia Fuente
\. loved o,.': 'Solor Of rose, and another color
,rr,hfulyyn thought of that. ett,r, said Yvette
dressing ssSi ,S9d once more before the Miro, .,
ELI with aole and lit the candles. she Iooted q,
The back of ssue interest. After a while She
iela Fr.nse ssed her in the discreet nor.rt ret Hps
'o.-th.r mounting the stairs had i.ft ths,r