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"Every one can see she is certainly in love with Rex; but I am afraid it is quite a one-sided affair." "Yes," said Grace, laughing shyly, "a very one-sided affair. Why, have you ever noticed them together how Pluma watches his face and seems to live on his smiles?
"There will be nothing wanting for the reception of his bride," she said, viewing the magnificent suites of rooms which contained every luxury that taste could suggest or money procure. Then came Rex's letter like a thunderbolt from a clear sky begging her not to mention the subject again, as he could never marry Pluma Hurlhurst.
The consequences rest upon your own head." "So be it," she answered, haughtily. With a low bow Stanwick turned and left her. "Au revoir, my dear Pluma," he said, turning again toward her on the threshold. "Not farewell I shall not give up hope of winning the heiress of Whitestone Hall."
But I am leaving you, my love, my darling, so you can marry Pluma, the heiress. You will forget me and be happy." Poor little, neglected, unloved bride, so fair, so young, so fragile, out alone facing the dark terrors of the night, fleeing from the young husband who was wearing his life out in grief for her.
I shall make every provision for your future comfort with your father," he said, indicating John Brooks, who stood pale and trembling at his side. "Pluma, my child," cried John Brooks, brokenly, extending his arms. But the scornful laugh that fell from her lips froze the blood in his veins. "Your child!" she shrieked, mockingly; "do not dare call me that again.
Then I would wish I had not stayed." "Suppose I should give you one to wear that white mull, for instance how would you like it? None of the guests would see you," replied Pluma. There was a wistful look in Daisy's eyes, as though she would fain believe what she heard was really true. "Would you really?" asked Daisy, wonderingly.
Say, think, argue with herself as she would, she could not help owning to herself that it was something that must be stopped at any price. She had not realized it in its true light before. She had had a vague idea that her supposed death would leave Rex free to marry Pluma. That wrong could come of it, in any way, she never once dreamed.
"Daisy," said Rex, gently, as he led her away from the lights and the echoing music out into the starlight that shone with a soft, silvery radiance over hill and vale, "I shall never forgive myself for being the cause of the cruel insult you have been forced to endure to-night. I declare it's a shame. I shall tell Pluma so to-morrow." "Oh, no no please don't, Mr. Rex.
A great, round tear rolled off from her long, silky eyelashes and into the very heart of the frosted lily over which she bent, but the lily's petals seemed to close about it, leaving no trace of its presence. Bessie and Gertie openly discussed their chagrin and keen disappointment, yet admitting what a handsome couple Rex and Pluma made he so courteous and noble, she so royal and queenly.
"I heard you were going away, Rex," she said, softly, "and I I could not let you go so, and break my own heart." "In one sense, I am glad you sent for me," said Rex, quietly ignoring her last remark. "I shall be much pleased to renew our friendship, Miss Pluma, for I need your friendship nay, more, I need your sympathy and advice more than I can express.
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