Rice Alfred Ernest - An Oregon Girl: A Tale of American Life in the New West стр 8.

The old fellow picked up the half-dollar piece, and hobbling away, soon disappeared into the shadow.

It is a pleasure to return your fan. I found it in the vestibule uninjured.

Thanks, Mr. Harris, said Virginia, receiving the fan. I shall be more careful of it hereafter.

Ea-ah, I guess so, eh, Uncle! broke in Sam, striding toward them.

Oh, oh, Sam! Really! laughed Mr. Harris, as he looked meaningly at him. Ah! You seem delighted.

I think so, eh, Uncle, accompanied by the habitual side movement of his head. Congratulate me on having found Miss Thorpe after a long search, and turning to Virginia, he added, with a smile broadening his face you have promised to dance with me. May I indulge in the pleasure now?

Yes, Sam, she replied, with an air of fatigue, but I would rather you defer the pleasure.

Miss Thorpe is fatigued and Sam is too much of a gallant to deny her a little rest, appealed Mr. Harris.

Cert! answered Sam, as a shade of disappointment flitted across his face. Anything I can do to serve Miss Thorpe shall be done.

Thank you, Sam, replied Virginia, relieved.

I will call upon Miss Thorpe to favor me with her company later, eh, Uncle? and Sam bowed and quickly disappeared.

Sam is a noble-hearted fellow! Ranged the Texas plains a few years, didnt he?

Yes, replied Mr. Harris. When a lad he was threatened with consumption, and physicians recommended a few years of out-door life in Texas. It cured him, but he became a little fixed in the customs. Sterling fellow, though great heart all heart. Be seated, pointing to the seat which she had previously occupied.

At that moment there appeared descending the piazza steps Mr. Corway, with Hazel and Constance on either side of him.

Your reason, Corway, for doubting his title of lord? interrogated Constance.

I possess no proofs, replied Corway. I but express an opinion, and he discreetly refrained from further utterance on the subject, though his thoughts were insistent on his identity of Lord Beauchamp as Philip Rutley.

But you must have some grounds even for an opinion, persisted Constance.

Well, if he is not a lord, hazarded Hazel, who, purposely or otherwise, by her joining the discussion, released Mr. Corway from an embarrassing reply, which at that time he was loath to make, he certainly should be one, for he is such a dear, sweet man, so eminently exact and proper.

And so distinguished, dont-che-know, finished Mr. Corway, with such peculiarly keen mimicry and smiling abandon as to draw from Hazel a flash of admiration, and from Mrs. Thorpe a ripple of laughter with the remark, Satire unmasked by Cupid.

Further conversation was interrupted by Beauchamp himself, who appeared alone, descending the broad piazza steps. Its so warm in there I decided to refresh a little in the cool air.

He halted a moment on one of the steps, fixed the monocle to his left eye, and lordly surveyed the two groups.

After evidently satisfying himself as to their personnel, he deliberately removed the monocle from his eye and resumed his passage down the steps. Miss Thorpe here, and Mr. Harris, and Mrs. Thorpe, and the fair Hazel and ignoring Corway, he went on then I shall have no need to commune alone with my thoughts.

I am sure my Lord Beauchamp is too much of a devotee to the tripping muse to absent himself very long from the ball-room? volunteered Constance.

Indeed it would be difficult for me to enjoy myself for any length of time away from the place where, as Byron puts it, Youth and Beauty meet, to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. And moving over to Hazel, he said: By the way, you have promised me the pleasure of dancing with you the next waltz.

Indeed! replied the maid, eyeing him archly, the honor of a waltz with my lord is too rare a favor to be neglected.

The gracious and suave smile with which Rutley answered her was not at all appreciated by Mr. Corway.

And as Rutley glanced his way, their eyes met. Virginia saw it. She instantly grasped the full meaning of that glance the deadly hatred of rivals.

Rutley, with familiarity begotten of mutual esteem, as he fondly hoped, linked Hazels yielding arm in his and led her toward the piazza. By the way, and he spoke very confidently, Mr. Corway seems to have a warm attachment for Mrs. Thorpe

The girl halted and looked questioningly at him.

I mean, continued Rutley, in a sort of apologetic tone, he is apparently quite the lion with her.

Passing a few feet near them were John Thorpe and Mrs. Harris, who had appeared unnoticed from another part of the grounds.

John Thorpe plainly heard Rutleys allusion to Corway and his wife, and became profoundly sensible of that same strange feeling infolding him, as he experienced when Virginia first intimated Corways questionable character. Is it possible that, after all, Constance, and not Hazel, is the real object of his attention?

He was conscious of a sense of jealousy arising within him, and so strong and virulent as to be beyond control, and compelled him to turn aside, to conceal the anger that must be depicted on his face. He halted while Mrs. Harris joined Virginia and Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Thorpe is most attractive, Hazel at length replied.

I have heard that not long ago he was attached to Miss Thorpe, but lately has transferred his affection to another, continued Rutley.

Virginia was fond of his society, yet tis not always, you may remember, that those who have won our love return it.

The strains of dreamy music drifted out upon the air.

Well, at present, Corway seems persistent in his attentions to Mrs. Thorpe.

Again John Thorpe winced at the connection of his wifes name with Corway.

And then Rutley felt himself pushed aside, while Corway offered his arm to Hazel.

Will you accompany me to the ball-room?

Hazel drew a step aside and exclaimed, half angrily, yet seemingly rather pleased at Corways audacity.

Joe!

Hazel! he responded with just the faintest suggestion of command in his voice.

It was his first assumption of authority over his affianced, and he won for unlike the feminine forwards of the new school, she appreciated his strong character and showed it by clinging to his arm.

Neither of these two men could be considered handsome, though Corway had the advantage of being more youthful and taller of stature, with large, bright eyes and dark curly hair, which with clear-cut, manly features, seemed to charm the fancy and captivate the maidens eye.

While Rutleys graceful and pliant frame carried more elegance, an assumed superb superiority, a cold, ironical disdain and lofty ease, bespoke an imperious nature, indifferent to that soft, beguilement so charming to women.

Corway turned to Rutley, and, bowing low, exclaimed, with studied politeness: I beg my lords pardon, and so saying, he passed up the piazza steps with Hazel and disappeared within.

They were closely followed by Mr. Harris and Mrs. Thorpe.

Rutley fixed the monocle to his eye and stared at the retreating Corway in blank amazement.

Meanwhile, John Thorpe was absorbed in profound thought, and oblivious of his surroundings, said to himself: What can his lordship mean? Corways persistent attention to my wife! Was that mere accidental gossip? He shall explain! And he looked fixedly at Rutley.

It was at that moment that Mrs. Harris, having reached his side, said: Your arm, Thorpe. Dear me! And she started back at seeing his gloomy face. Why, I declare, the frowning Ajax could not look more unsociable.