Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-01-08
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leaned toward him invitingly. you
| KEGS me just the oncc7'
Larry laughed roughly.
I'm sorry to refuse you so small
"A favor" he said sarcastically. "A
can see you've been spoiled BY
American men"
He knew she was pouting behind
her mask.
She followed him back into the
sunroom.
"Eet ces that the American men
are spoiled she said lightly. "Come
let Us drink each one 10 the otherl-
Daintily she dipped into the punch
bowl and filled two glasses to over
flowing. With n gesture toward him,
she drained her glass 70 the last
drop. He watched Ter curiously and
slowly pouring back tht contents Of
his glass into the bowl.
"0nly you." Byrd began again,
more tensely. mo one else matters.
! have tasted the wine and am
drunk with juyi" She caught her
self suddenly, A. IL a little Devil
dcrcd.
"Ah, when | theenk or yondair,
my heart Get break"
Larry said in sympathetic
voice:
I'm sorry IL you're so unhappy
she ripped a little piece Of gold
braid from her costume.
"Meester Browning she said.
slipping IL into his hands, look,
when We come yondair, nsyhe we
forget, ysaz? Maybe; maybe end
maybe not. Ket ees better. maybe.
But pleas nevair forget the leetle
h~arsavina. And keep thees leetle
keepsake for her sake"
Say, look here, ~ there anything
| can do about it7"
Not now" and Byrd shook her
head as il her world were ended.
"Eet ees that I love another. but
] must marry thees one"
She pointed TO Mr.. Remenoff, who
was evidently looking for her.
~"karsavins," he said. hurriedly.
III been looking everywhere for you.
They are waiting for us to begin"
They had cleared a a in tie
middle Of the living room floor, and
were standing around the edge Or
IT IN expectsnt groups
Mr.. Remenoff announced in his
clear, cultivated voice that he and
karssyina would give thea excerpts
from some famous pantomimes.
They began to dance to the wild,
h~slf-barbaric dissonances Of Russian
music.
Byrd's knees we're trembling 40
that she was sure that her dread
would be noticed.
They began slowly. weaving in and
out 20 the beating or the music, the
first steps Of the ballet. those first
steps she had learned. making a sim
pic, beautiful design like patterns
running In c0lors over AZ fabrics.
Then her courage returned and
Mr.. Remenoff observed that she was
cool and collected onts more. The
mosaic Of the dance became more In
t~ricate.
Her imagination IVES carrying her
feet lightly along or their little
wings.
Now they we're IN a sylvan grove,
moonlit. revealing only the dark,
fragrant outlines Ct trees and flow
erx.
They fitted hither and thither
with the Iightness u the gossamer,
now moving a little faster and now
a little wilder, suggesting the tumult
or waters.
Byrd seemed 10 cast herself upon
the musie's tide, tossed now here
and there. She seemed to be the
sport the plaything c the flood OF
melody. deEcing not to IL, but with
it-almost on IL. Nov IL slowly
ebbed, leaving her again in the first
simple patterns Of the dance.
There was terrific applause The
laundering or many waters sounded
in her ears. They were surrounded
at once By IN admiring tkronx.
Supper was served w the billiard
rccm- hut Byrd felt that sh.
couldn't eat = bite.
81 must rest me before the mex
daare.- she told Tiny, who hat
wanted her to bs the guest cf hrnoi
a. the super.
!. Thea IsLsr lAsy dalssd again