The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-05-29

to lean across Dominick and attrac
Hazel's attention by poking 1nge
directed against her knee, when th'
woman, with word to her companion
moved her head and let slow glanc'
sweep over the rows Of faces.
Hazel" Berry hissed across Domi
nick, 'look at that girl. Who Is she 2
She did not divert her eyes from thu
woman's face, which she now saw II
profile. 1t was pretty, she thought
more from a rich, unmingled purity
of coloring than from any particular
beauty Of feature. The head with Its
gravely-traveling glance continued tc
turn till Berny had the satisfaction o1
seeing the face In three-quarters. a
moment later the moving eyes lighted
indifferently, bruskly, as though
checked by the imperative stoppage oi
regulating machinery.
! Only person watching closely
would have noticed it, but Berny was
watching with the most vigilant close
ness. She saw tho Infusion Of a new
and keener interest transform the
glance, concentrate its lazy, diffused
attention into something that had the
sharpness and suddenness OF a leap
ing fame. The next moment a flood
of color rose clearly pink over the
| face, and then, most surprising of all
the lady bent her head in a grave. de-
liberate bow.
Berry turned, startled-and in a
vague, underlined way, disturbed, too
to see who had been the object Of this
salutation. To her astonishment II
was Dominick. AS she looked at him.
he replaced his hat and she saw-to
the augmentation Of that vague sense
of disturbance-thath he was as pale as
the bowling woman was pink.
"Dominick." she exclaimed, who's
that?"
Miss Cannon" he said in a low
tone.
Rose Cannon?" Kissed Hazel on the
other side Of him, her face thrust for.
ward, and tense in the interest of the
moment "Bill Cannon's daughter?"
Eyes. l met her at Antelope"
"Berny, did you see her dress?" Ha-
eel hung over her brotherin-law in her
excitement. That's straight from
Paris, I'll bet you dollar"
Eyes, I saw it," said Berny in a
voice that did not sound particularly
exhilarated; maybe it is"
She looked back at Miss Cannon
who had turned cway and was mov-
ing off through the crowd with her es-
cort. Then she leaned toward Domi-
nick His voice had not sounded nat
ural as she placed her arm against
his she could feel that he trembled.
She said nothing but settled back
in her chair, dryly swallowing. In
those few past moments her whole
world had undergone revolution that
left her feeling dazed and little sick.
1t was as IL the earth had suddenly
whirled around and she had come up
painting and clutching among familiar
things reversed and upset. In an in
Simultaneous flash Of illumination she
saw everv'h 'hing-the look in the wom-
ans eyes, her rush Of color, Dominick's
voice, his expression, the trembling
Of his arm-it was all perfectly plain!
This was the girl he had been shut In
Antelope with for three weeks. Now
she knew what the change was, the in
explicable, mysterious change that
had so puzzled her.
She felt bewildered, and under her
bewilderment pain, fierce, unfa-
miliar pain, gripped her. She did
not for the moment say anything or
want to speak, and she felt as a child
does who Is daSed and stupefied by an
unexpected assault of i'll treatment.
The slight sensation of inward sink
ing, that made her feel little sick,
continued and she sat In chilled and
dropping silence, all her bridling con-
ceit in herself and her fine clothes
stricken suddenly out of her.
She heard Hazel asking Dominick
questions about Miss Cannon, and she
heard Dominick's answers, brief and
given with reticent doggedness.
Then Hazel asked him for the time
and she was conscious Of his elbow
pressing against her arm as he felt
for his watch. AS he drew it out and
held 1t toward the questioner. Berny
suddenly leaned forward, and, catch
ing his hand with the watch in It,
turned Its face toward her. The hand
beneath hers was cold, and shook. She
let 1t go and again sank back In her
chair. The feeling Of sickness grew
stronger and was augmented by
sense Of physical teebleness. Of being