Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 20 June 1895 — Page 4

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Upoli 1113* soul, it's 110 conspiracy! 1 happened to see your name on a young lady's card for a waltz. I know you can't waltz. You must have been out of your mind when you asked her—at this altitude A good supper never comes amiss to a philosopher like you. I'm considering your interests as well as my own in this proposition." ''Thank you, boy. I'm capable of looking after my own interests as yet Out of my mind 1 At this altitude! Pray, ha«/e you tried waltzing at this altitude?" "I've been waltzing up 500 feet of primp ladders three days out of the week for the last six months, at this altitude. "That's not to the point. I want to know why I shouldn't propose to waltz with a nice girl as well as a thin waist.ed young peascod like yourself. Do you suppose a man loses his gallantry as he gains in girth? George, I wish you had more stability of character!" "I've got too much—that's the trouble with me. I'm getting positively rigid. I came here tonight to limber myself up a little. "Yes, you need limbering. Come, what is it you do want?" "I want your waltz, doctor, and you want my supper. You're hankering for it this minute—I can see it in your eya "What, the supper? I can see it in your eye. I don't believe it exists anywhere else. "Well, not at present, but it will exist at 11 o'clock. A three handed spread with a dummy—that is the way it stands now. Wilkinson asked me to taka

the place of dummy in default of Pitt, delinquent." "What was the matter with Pitt? What's the matter with you, letting a good supper go begging round the camp? There must be something wrong about that supper. Trout, did you say?" "Oh, yes. There's nothing the matter with Wilkinson's suppers except the place where he has to give them." "Do you mean Archer's?" "I mean the place. How can a man give anything in a place like this?" "It's a good enough place if you know how to take it. You're taking it too hard, my boy. You're looking thin. Go and eat your own supper. You ought to be a valiant trencher man at your age." "I'm a better waltzer than trencher man." "I don't believe you, George. You may be tonight perhaps. A man's eye doesn't need, to be as bright as yours to enjoy a good supper. It should grow a little tender, soften a little as his spirit grows compassionate. What's the matter with you, boy? You look as I used to at your age when I was getting into some awful scrape." "Then you'd better keep me out of temptation and go to that supper in my place." "Look here, George. It was a daring thing for me to do—a man who hasn't waltzed for seven years. "Seventeen, you mean, doctor."

The doctor placidly waved away the interruption. "I'll tell you how I came to doit Another man was just going to ask her, a friend of Conrath's. Oon ought to be a little more circumspect in his friendships if he's going to turn them all loose upon his sister."

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"Well!" Hilgard interrupted impatiently. "Well! I cut him out! Wasn't it well done at any risk, eh?" "It was like you, doctor. "No, it wasn't at all like me. It might have been like me at your age, but now look how I'm weakening! I'm rather inclined to take you up in that offer!'' "Of course you are It's a perfect arrangement. You defeat Conrath's friend and reward yourself with a good supper. "I'm afraid you're too anxious about my reward. However, there's a time for all things. You're in the green tree and I'm in the dry. When I was your age, you wouldn't have got such a bargain out of me, though "Come, don't moralize. Eleven sharp is your hour. It will take you five minutes to put on your overcoat and ten to find your hat."

Well, good night, boy. You're making a foolish bargain, but you'll be 20 years finding it out." "I shall call it a very good bargain if it wears as long as that." "You'll make my apologies to the young lady, George?" "Trust me, doctor! I'll do it as well as you could—at my age."

It is to be feared that Thomas Godfrey's apologies did not long dwell with those two fateful young souls, drifting so near to each other in the smooth involutions of the dance. Nor could the counter charm of their crude and boisterous surroundings avail to reverse the spell, when its rhythmic circles were ended.

The candles in tin sconces against the wall burned dim, with long winding sheets clinging to them. The lamps smoked in the drafts from the windows, let down to renew the morbid air of the room. As the waltz died, with a piercing bravura of the violins, the stage, belated on the pass, drove noisily up to the hotel entrance. Half the prople in the room rushed into the office, or crowded around the doors, to witness the disinterment of a file of bewildered passengers from the damp, close interior of the coach.

The cold night air, tainted with a strong smell of spirits, swept into the room with the current of excitement

There were boisterous masculine greetings, loud laughter and the tramping of feet on the uncaxpeted staircase.

Hilgard and Cecil Conrath were together in a corner of the half deserted room. The violins were tuning, and the heated trumpeters, with their instruments under their arms, were leaning from their chairs on the platform to accept glasses of refreshment handed up to them from below. The young girl's fair hair was slightly roughened, and its straying, shining filaments caught the light. Her gray eyes, when the shy lids revealed them, looked very dark, and the deepening color in her cheeks was clearly defined by the whiteness around her mouth. "Are these from the aspens that grow in our gulch?" Hilgard asked, looking down at a cluster of pure yellow leaves that trembled at her belt. "Yes," she said, speaking with little breathless pauses as the tide of the dance music ebbed in her breast. "I like them better than the homesick looking flowers the florists sell. Do you enjoy things that seem to find it so hard to live?" "No, but I respect them," Hilgard replied. "But we don't wear flowers out of respect for them, and when there 'are so many painful things in the world, to have to sympathize with flowers"—

She looked up for encouragement in her generalization. Hilgard's encouragement took the form of a silent, unsmiling, downward look, and she referred to her aspens again rather hastily. "These little leaves keep shivering in their tough coats, but I believe it is a little affectation. They are really quite warm." She shivered herself as she spoke. "Is that a little affectation, too?" Hilgard asked. "No it is only somebody walking over the place where my grave will be.'' "Suppose you were destined to a sailor's grave—in the bottom of the sea." "Then it might be a mermaid gliding past, you know, or a soft footed seaL And again she gave a little quick shudder. "It might be, but it is the wind— from that door. Let me fend it, so, with my shoulder."

She rested a moment against the wall in the shelter of the defensive shoulder. "What is it the boys say when they play marbles—'fend' something?" she asked, with fitful gayety. "Fend dubs?" Hilgard suggested. ."Is it that? I thought it was something prettier. "Marbles was not a euphonious game when I played it. "What does 'fend dubs' mean?" she persisted. "I will teach you to play marbles some time if you wish to learn,'' Hilgard said, with a deep, impatient inspiration, "but I think you fend very welL

They both laughed and then were silent, seeming to listen to a mental echo of the laugh and of their light words. The young girl blushed despairingly at her own childish allusion. It sounded rough and slangy to her in the reproachful silence. The room filled again suddenly, and the open door was shut. Hilgard resigned his protective attitude and moved farther away from her. He f°lt impatient of the people crowding about them. They were helping to confuse those brief moments that lacked so little of perfection. It was like trying to follow the faint thread of a retreating melody through a maze of distracting sounds. "I will never permit another aspen to be cut on my side of the gulch. It was all he could think of to say. "They shall be sacred to you from this evening. "I wish you would let me tell you," she began with desperate courage, "how it was I came—how I happened to be at the shaft that morning.'' "There was no reason why you shouldn't be there." "Yes, there was. A mine is private property. I know it was altogether queer. I saw that you thought it was then." "I was perfectly delighted. "But I was not there to delight anybody. I simply thought I was on my brother's ground. I was trying anew horse and just wandering about anywhere. "I'm afraid I was raiher impertinent. I was surprised, I confess, but it was the most charming surprise a man ever had in his life. Forgive me. What did I say to you t!iat morning? Was I very offensive?" "You were not quite—not as you are tonight" "Not quite so offensive as I am tonight?" "You are making fun of me," she said, with a grieved upward look. "I could not possibly make fun of you. But what can I say? You would not listen a moment £o the things I want to say."

She had been nervously fingering the cluster of leaves at her waist, and now one floated from its broken stem softly to the floor. He stooped for it and held it as if it were a mutual confidence. "I wish you would forget that morning," she said. "Make believe it did not happen." "If you choose to forget it, especially my part of it, I must not complain. But I'm afraid I cannot spare it, unless you will promise me other mornings or evenings—better ones—to make up for it.

He was unconsciously proving anew range of looks and tones which had been silent heretofore in the valiant procession of his years. It was the opening of the vox humana in his souL The young girl listened to the "prelude soft. She sighed, moving her head back restlessly, and with one hand crushing the limp plaitings of lace closer around her throat "There will be no more mornings or evenings," she said. "Everything I do here seems to be a mistake. This evening has been the worst mistake of all" "I know what you mean. We are none of us living our real lives. But there might be perfect things here—perfect rides arid waMks and talks—if one

were hot always alone, or worse than alone." "But one always is. "Btit need one be? are neighbors"— "Yes," she interrupted, "youand my brother are neighbors! Oh, here is Mrs. Deuny! I wondered if we were never going home.''

Mrs. Denny came toward them, between two gentlemen, laughing and shivering in a white cloak. Hilgard felt that the hovering joy of the moment had vanished. "Didn't you hear the stage drive up, Cecil? Your brother is in at last. He says I may take you home with mo tonight, and he will sleep at the hotel. He is completely done up—hasn't even strength enough left to wonder how you got on without him tonight. "Where is he?" Miss Conrath asked. "Cannot I go to him?" "He is in bed by this time, my dear. Ho could scarcely stand on his feet "Is he ill?" the girl inquired ly"Of course he isn't ill!" Mrs. Denny smiled meaningly at Hilgard behind the young girl's back, and made a little wavering gesture back and forth with her small, wise forefinger. "Can't you imagine what 20 hours in that coach must be?" she added. "I don't need to imagine. I know!" Cecil said. "Well, then, you cannot wonder he is fit for nothing but his bed!"

At the ladies' entrance—a recent addition to the Colonnade which could not be regarded as a triumph of privacy— Mr. Denny met them, and silently offered his arm to Miss Conrath as if he had come for that purpose alone. He had spent the eveniug in a semidetached state of attendance on his wife, varied by brief distractions of his own. Mrs. Denny gave him a quick, hard glance, when he first presented himself, perhaps to ascertain the nature of these distractions from their effects, but without altering her vivacity of manner.

CHAPTER V.

As Hilgard stepped into the street his brown mare Peggy swung around from the hitching post and whinnied to him impatiently. He patted her neck and rubbed her soft nose to console her for her disappointment, and then crossing the street ran up a dark flight of stairs to Godfrey's lodging*

He found the doctor asleep in his armchair before an airtight stove that showed a red glow at its draft The ashes of his cold pipe were scattered over the ample bosom of his dressing gown, and a book had slipped to the floor beside him. "Eh, what?" he exclaimed querulously, arousing himself and feeling for a black silk cap that had dropped from the bald spot on the top of his reclining head. "Is that you, George? How did you get in?" "I saw a light under your door and heard you snoring, so I came in. The door was unlocked." "I snoring! Nonsense! I never unclose my lips when I sleep. What you heard was the roaring of the draft Open that door it's very warm in here.

Godfrey leaned forward and closed the draft, then stretched himself back in his chair again with a more benignant expression. "Come, sit down, boy. Aren't your long legs tired enough yet but you must go prowling about the room like that? You'll give me a crick in my neck trying to see you over my shoulder.

Hilgard sat down on a low chair which brought his chin very close to his knees. He rested his crossed arms on

Asleep in his armchair.

them and his chin on his arms, fixing his black brown eyes on a crack in the stove through which he could catch the subsiding gleam of the fire. "I hope you will sleep as well after your dance as I did after my supper, Godfrey remarked. His tone carried with it a certain perception of some mood in his young companion which might call for less careless handling than characterized their usual intercourse. "It strikes me it's time you were in search of a bed somewhere. Did you come here to share mine?" "No, doctor. The fact is, you did me a tremendous favor tonight "I rather suspected as much," the doctor assented, with a melancholy smile. He did not look at Hilgard, but kept his eyes on the stove. "George, I hope my pride in you isn't going to have a fall." "I hope not, doctor," said Hilgard indifferently, "but you had better put your pride in a safer place." "I've gloried in your tough heartedness where woman is concerned more than I have in my own philosophy— eh?" added the doctor in reply to some inarticulate comment from Hilgard. "With about as much reason perhaps," George repeated. "Don't be flippant, boy. It's a pity yon can't take a lesson in the old man's philosophy that you make light of at your own expense. Learn to inhale the delicate bouquet and leave the wine alone, as I did at Archer's tonight"

The doctor performed a fastidious gesture of lifting a fragile glass to his superior sense, closing his eyes in an ecstasv of uxroreciation.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

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