Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-12-15

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stepped outside. A white wrath fitted
| from the shadows to his side.
"Mr Minot," said soft, scared little
voice.
Miss Meyrick," began Minot hur-
riedly, I'm very glad to have n mo-
ment alone with you. l want to apollo
Eize-for last night. I was mad. l did
Harrowby n very palpable wrong. I'm
very ashamed of myself as look back.
Can l hope that you will-forget-all
said?"
She did not reply. but stood looking
down at the palms far below.
"Can l hope that you will forget
and forgiven"
She glanced up at him. and her eyes
shone in the dusk.
Il can forgive" she said softly. but
I can't forget. Mr.-Mr. Minot''-
! Yes"
MISUNDERSTANDING greatest
privilege?"
Something in the tone of her voice
sent cold chill sweeping through Mi
not's very soul. He clutched the rail
for support
Tiff you'd answer" said the girl,
ut would n axe it easier for
Aunt Mary's generous form appeared
/ In the doorway.
"Oh, there you are, Cynthia You
are keeping the duchess dinner wait
| Ing"
Cynthia Meyrick Joined her aunt.
Minot stayed behind moment. Be-
| low him Florida swan in the azure
night. What had the girl been about
[ 10 say?
Pulling himself together. he went In
Itce and learned that he was to take In
/ 20 dinner a glorious blond bridesmaid
/ When they were seated he found that
Mss Meyrick's face was f'dien from
| him by q profusion OF Florida bios
SONS. He was glad Of that. He want
( I'd TO think-thinS.
| A few others were thinking at that
/ table, Mrs. Bruce and the duchess
among them. AIRS. Bruce was men
| tally rehearsing. The duchess glanced
III her.
THE wittiest woman in San Marco"
/ thought the hostess. BAH!
! Mr.. Paddock meanwhile was toying
unhappily with his food. He had little
to say. The attractive young lady he
had taken in had already classified him
/ ns a bore. Most unjust Of the attrac-
/ tive young lady.
Its lamentable, really" Mrs. Bruce
I was speaking. Even in our best So
! ciety conversation has given way TO
I the turkey trot. Our wits are in our
feet. Where once people talked art,
/ music, literature - nav they tango
madly. 1t really seems
Everything you say is true" inter
rupted the duchess blandly. 'I some
times think the race of the future will
/ be-a trotting race"
/ Mrs. Bruce started perceptibly. Her
eyes lighted with fire. She had been
working up 10 this line, and the CO.
incidence was passing strange. She
/ Glared at the hostess. Mr.. Paddock
studied his plate intently.
Il for one" went on the Duchess of
| L!smore, do not dance the tango or
/ the turkey trot. Nor am I willing to
/ take the necessary steps to learn
them"
A little ripple ran round the table
| the ripple that up to now had been
the exclusive privilege of Mrs. Bruce.
That lady paled visibly. She realized
/ that there was no coincidence here.
at seems too bad too" she said, FIX
ing the hostess firmly til an angry
eye. Because women could have the
world at their feet If they'd only keep
/ their feet still long enough"
1t was the turn Of the duchess TO
! start, and start she did. AS one who
could not beiiere her ears, she stared
at Mrs. Bruce. The "wlttiest hostess
| in San Marco" was militantly under
way.
Women are not what they used TO
be-" she continued. either they are
mad about clothes, or they 20 to the
| other extreme and harbor strange
ideas about the vote, eugenics, what
not. In fact the sex reminds me of
the type OF shop that abounds In a
small town-its speciality is dry goods
and notions"
The duchess pushed away a plate
which had only that moment been set
before her. She regarded Mrs. Bruce
with the eye Of Mrs. Pankhurst face
to face with prime ministe-.
I'VE are hardly kind TO our sex" she
said, "but l must say I agree with
you. And the extravaganza OF wom-
en-! Half the women of my ac-
quaintance wear gorgeous rings on
their fingers, while their husbands
wear blue rings about their eyes"
Mrs. Bruce's face was llvld.
Madam she said through her
teeth.
What is it7" asked the duchess
sweetly.
They sat giaring at each other. Then
with one accord they turned to glare
at Jack Paddock.
Mr.. Paddock, prince of assurance.
was blushing furiously. He stood the
combined glare ~ long as he cou1d,
then be looked up into the night.
"How-how close the stars seem,S
be murmured family.
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