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In the smooth involutions of the dance. •he sleeves of her black satin dress were eufc very high 011 the shoulders, giving her the appearance of a perpetual shrug. Tier throat and wrists were painfully imall, and the hand which fluttered a •phzr^s with her fan had a meager, attenuated expression in pathetic contrast to its gay gesture. "Is that your young girl from the east':'"' Hil&ard asked carelessly. "Mercy, 110! Lou Palmer came from the east ten years ago! Lou has had a beautiful time, but she begins to show it a little." "Is a 'beautiful time' so disastrous in
"Well, perhaps Lou has had rather too good a time," said Mra Denny, with a reflective air. "Here is the cynosure," Hilgard began, then stopped, lifting his head with a quick, characteristic movement and nervously touching his mustache. In the presence of the girl who stood before bim the lieht comment died on his link
The little crowd of Younger Sons, which had indicated the force of soine central attraction, had parted suddenly, allowing the undoubted object of their horn acre to pa ss. She had apparently distinguished none of them with her favor, and her eyes had rather a dazed absence of expression as she came toward Mrs. Denny.
It was Conrath's sister—the fair Shoshone—in the white shimmer of her maiden bravery, her freshness undimmed by the warm dusty air of the ball or its miscellaneous homage.
She gLuieed at Hilgard With doubtful recognition.- Then perceiving the identity of this splendid youth with the clay covered knight ©f the prospect hole, she gave him a slight, cold greeting, too cold for the blush that flamed like a danger signal in her cheek. She proudly repudiated the traitorous color, however, and met his brilliant gaze a moment quietly, as a lady may. "I need not introduce you, I see," observed the astute chaperon. "You know Mr. Hilgard, Miss Gonrath. He has not honored our poor little dances until tonight. You must help to insure his coming again."
The next dance was forming on the floor. Hilgard, leaning against the whitewashed wall, reckless of his black coat, foitnd himself forgetting all the incongruities of the meeting in the satisfaction it gave him. It was inconceivable that she should be there in her flowerlike brightness among all these warped or stale humanities. Conrath's admiration ef Mrs. Denny was no secret in the camp, but that he should expect his
young sister to share it seemed incredible. It was more probable that he had sacrificed his sister's tastes to his own.
However, there she was, and she would be there but a moment. Already her partner for the dance was industriously searching for her among the promenaders and grpups along the wall. Hilgard made use of his height and breadth of shoulder to defeat this search in an unobtrusive way. He was looking down on the oircle of which rested on the top of the young girl's head, crossed by a soft line of shadow where the maidenly pasting sank out of flight. Tbs drooping rosy face. twned a little arway fre«n him, was in tike shadow, loo, and (Am small ear, innocent of jewels, glowed as pinfe as a baby's wtam from the pressure of tlte pillow.
Her petulance of their first meeting, when she had lost her equanimity as well as her way, was quite gone. The shy alarm of her later geeting had alio changed to a soft, surprised air of doubt-ful-oonfLctanoe, as if among the many alien faces around her she had found in his, so lately repelled, an unexpected, bewildering sympathy. She looked at him again and again, with the brief, wondering glance of a child lost in a crowd whom some unknown friend has, taken by the hand.
Hilgard felt suddenly deeply sobered. The exoitement in his blood, whicfa had been gathering with the thickening plot of his troubles—which hod dffcrcn him hare toaiglit—eliwrnred snddsnly in 1 her presenoa. It strung his rioh, yovng •oioe to the lyrio pitch, c^ntroUid ty not to n!**
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Mrs. Denny at this moment leanea from his arm with a smile of recognition to a young lady who passed them with the circling promenaders. Her complexion exhibited a rather weather beaten fairness her dry, lifeless yellow hair covered her forehead to her eyebrows
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this kind as nuuata as mo»gi*jaf no aaked, and felt at ence that the question was half an insnlt. "Is this a trinmph?*' "Oh, no, not this," Hilgard went cu desperately, with too keen a perception of the brieiKefis at the passing moment, "but what have jast desprived you of." "Do you imagine that I liked that?" looking at him reproachfully. "You cannot have anything better than the best the place affords. May I see your card a moment? I shall not even go through the form ef asking you for a dance. 1 only want to satisfy myself that you really have the best." He detached the pendent tassel from her bracelet, where it had caught "Yes," he said, after a moment's grave perusal, "it is a pro ad repsrt! Hie flower of the camp have hastened to emioll themselves. I should have been too late an hour ago!"
The inevitable partner was now very warm indeed 011 his quest, and it was no longer possible to firostrate his claims.
Skirting along the wall, fanned by the circling wings of the waltz, Hilgard joined an acquaintance seated in a quiet corner, near the door—a well preserved Younger Son, with afresh colored face and a humorous, uncertain, exaggerated expression, as if the facial muscles had become weakened in their action, like the keys of along used piano. His very respectable muno of Thomas Godfrey had Keen for many years ignored generally by his friends in favor of the gratuitous title of doctor. When applied to him, it became somehow a familiar and affectionate rather than a dignified sobriquet.
Doctor, "said Hilgard,'' do you want to be an instrument of fate tonight?" "Of whose fate, George? I've been an instrument of ihy own fa.te for fifty odd years. Tlio result doesn't encourage me to meddle with anybody else's." "You haven't been passive enough. Tonight there is a chance for yon to be perfectly passive. You've only to change places with me for a few hours, or let me change with you."
Heaven forbid I'' Godfrey interrupted. "Do you oall that being passive?" "Wait till you hear me. It's a better bargain than you think. I'm too late for a dance, but you can have my supper ait Archer's for one of yours, if you'll give me my choice of your partners."
The doctor fixed Hilgard sternly with his heroi-comic ga%e. "I understand your little theory. Passivity for other folks, while you keep rustling How many men have you made tHia offer to before you fell upon me?" "Doctor, it is Open only to you," said Hilgard, with a niiignanimous air. "Perhaps you're in collusion with some young lady in the room. I wouldn't be surprised! Ydu've been studying her card and picked me out, between you, as the most gullible man on her list George, I'm amazed at your impudence!" The doctor meditated mournfully upon this quality in Hilgard, who appeared to be a favorite with him. "Upbli my soul, it's no 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 beeH 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! At this altitude! Pray, have you tried waltaing at this aftitudo?" "I've been waltzing up 500 feet of pump ladders three days out of the week for the last six months, at this altitude. "That's not to the point. I wont to know why I shouldn't propose to waits with a nice girl as weH as a thin waisted young peascod like yourself. Do you suppose a man loses his gallantly as he gains in girth? George, I wish you had more stability of character I" "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 littla "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 con see it in your eye." "What, the supper? I ean 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 take
the place of dummy in default of Pitt, delinquent" "What was the matter with Pitt? What's £he matter with you, letting a good supper go begging round the oamp? There riiust be something wrong about that supper. Tro*t, did you say?" "Oh, yes. There's nothing the matter with Wilkinson's sappers asaept the place where he has to give them."
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"Do you i«nb Archer's?" "I mean the piaoo. H»weon*iMa give anything in a place like this?" "It's a goodenoqgh place if you know Mow to taks it You're taking it too Incd, my bqy. Yon're taaiiaqs this. Go and ea,t your $T*a supper. You, ought to be a valtazrir trenchsr maa at your
"I'm a bstter waltser than trencher man." "I don't V~j may be tonight parha{f man's eye doesn't need to b« as bright as jroors to enjoy a good sapper. It shonld grow a Utile tender, aoftoa a little as his spirit groWB eompMrianMto. Whafs the matter with yoa, boy? You look as I used to at your age whan I was getting into some awful scrape." "Then you'd better keep me out of temptation «sd go to that supper in my ptaofc" "Lode here, Qearg*. It was a daring thing for me to do—« mw who hasn't waltzed fa* sfevsn yean." "SeviiitXM, yon mean, doctee."
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"Of coarse you are! It's a perfect arrangement. You defeat Conrath 's friend and reward yourself with a good ^upper. "I xii afraid you're too anxious about my reward However, there's a time for ail tilings. You're in the green tree and I'm in the dry. When I waa your age. you wouldn't havo yot such a bar^ftin out of me, though!" "Come, don't mobilise. Eleven gliarp is year hour. It wiil take you five ruinutes to put on your overcoat and te to fine j--..nrr hat. "Weil, 5.,\hx1ir'ght, boy. You're making a ji-roJ::?! bar u, Wi t? 23 years iinclimj it out. "I shall c-i'l it ti vary good bargain if it weaaa as long an that. "You'll make my apologies to. the: yoiu lady, G-oergo?" "Trust me, doctor! I'll clo it ii* well as you coulil—at my age.
It is to he fcured that Thomas Godfrey's apologies did not Ion# dwell with those two f» {»ful young souls, drifting so near to ot'ier it. the smooth involutions of the dance. Nor could the counter charm of their crude and bolsterous surroundings avail to reverse the Bpell, when its rhytlirric circles were ended.
The candles in tin sconces against the wall burned dim, with long winding sheets cliiiging to tliem. 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 people in the room rushed into the office, or crowded around tho doors, to witness the disinterment of a file of bewildered passengers from the damp, close interior of tke coach.
The cold night air, tainted with a strong smell of spirits, swept into the room with lb® current of eseitemo.Ht. There were boisterous masculine greetings, loud laughter and the tramping of feet on the unearpeted staircase.
Hilgard and Cecil Coairath were together in a corner of the half deserted room. The violins were tuning, and the heated trumpeters, with their instrmments 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, raid the deepening color in her cheeslre was clearly defined by the whiteness around her mouth. "Are these from theaspp?is that p*ow 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 sympathise 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, bu$ I believe it is a little affectation. They are really quite warm." She shivered herself as she spoke. "Is that a little affectation, top?" Hilgard asked. v, "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, yon 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 the shelter of the defensive shoulder. ''What is it the boys say when they play marblea—'fend' imnething?" she askedj, with fltful gayety. "^nd dubs?" HUgacd suggested. "Is it that? I thonght it was something prettier. "Marbles was not a euphonions game whenlplay^it." l^ "What does 'fend d«bs' tneaa?" hu fsisted "I will teach yen to play ]marbk some time if you wish to learn,'' Hilgard smA with a deep, impatient inspiration, "bat I think yea fend very well"
Tbx-y lv laughed and then were silent, seeming to listen to a mqptal echo at the InnH* and of their light words. Iho youug girl blushed despairingly at ber own childish allusion. It sounded rough and slangy to her in the reproachftfl filehce. Hie room filled again snd-1 denly, and the open door was shut. Hil- I gard resighed his protective attitude and moved farther away from her. 'He ftlt impatient of the people crowding about thorn. They were helping to oonfuse those brief moments that laoked so little of peri ecu ou. It was like trying to'follow the faint thread ef a retreating melody through a maoe of distracting sound*. "I will never permit another aapsv to be out on my side of the guloh." It was all he oould think of to say. "They
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"I'm afraid I was rather impertinent, I was surprased, I confess, but i«» aa tho mqst dyirming surprisn "T had in his life. Forgive me. Whal did I say to you t!iat morning? Was I very offensive?" "You were not quite—not as yon are tonight." "Not quite so offensive as I am tonight?" "You are making fun of me," she said, with a glfeeved upward look. "I oould not possibly make fun of you. But what Gan I say? You would not listen a moment to the things I Avant to say."
She KM bee« lwwrwjsly fincrerin^ the cluster of leaves at her waist, and now one floated frora its broken atom Uy 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 d*d not happen." "If you choose to forget it, especially my part of it, I must not complain. But I'm afr/iid 1 cannot spare it, unle.'s you will promise me other mowiings or evenings—better ones—to make up for it."
He was unconsciously proving a now 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. bhe sighed, moving her head back restlessly, and with one hand crushing the limp plaitings of lace closer around her throat. "There will W no'mere mornings or evenings,'' she said. "Everything I da here seems to be a mistake. This evening has been the worst mistake of -lL "I know what you mean. We are none of us living our real lives. But there might be perfect tilings here—perfect rides and walUrs and talks—if one were not always rtome, or worso than alone." "But one always is." "But need one be? We are neighbors"— "Yes," she interrupted, "youand my brother are neighbors! Oh, here is Mra Danny! I wondered if we were never going home."
Mrs. Denny came toward them, between two gentlfnen, laughing and* shivering in a white cloak. Hilgard felt that the hovering joy of the moment had vanished.
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Cecil? Your brother is in at last H» saps I aMty take you home with me tonight, and he will sleep at the hotel He is oosupJetely de«e up—hasn't even strsdgth enough leiEl to wonder how you got on without him tonight." "Whero is he?*' Mies Oourath atskedL "0pmot I go to hian/" "He is in bed hy tbis time, my dear. He eovid searoeiy stand on his feet,/' "like ill?" the giM inquired anxiousiy. "Of eeurse he isa't ill!" Mrs. Denny smiled meaainglf at Hilgard behind tfca i—ft girl's baolc, and made a little wavering gesture back and forth with her saall, wise forefinger. "Can't you imagine what 30 (ttrirs in that coach.
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