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To nine out of ten among the assembly the young officer was a total stranger. To more than nine out of ten the identification of the dead as Walter Foster, Maidie Ray's luckless lover, was already complete, and many men who have made up their minds are incensed at those who dare to differ from them. True, Mr.
It was not brought out in evidence, but the fact was that Sandy could never be got to look on Foster with the faintest favor as a suitor for his sister's hand. A fellow who could neither ride, shoot, nor spar whose accomplishments were solely of the carpet and perhaps the tennis-court the boy had no use for. He and Maidie rode as though born to the saddle.
Ray, the handsomest and most distinguished-looking woman of the party, and close beside her, petite and graceful, her dark beauty even the more noticeable in contrast with the fair features of her mother, stood Maidie. And then at last it came, the simple words that threw down the social barrier that so long had balked him. "My aide-de-camp, Mr. Stuyvesant, Mrs.
Fleming says of her dead Maidie: "Never did I behold so beautiful an object. It resembled the finest wax-work. There was in the countenance an expression of sweetness and serenity which seemed to indicate that the pure spirit had anticipated the joys of heaven ere it quitted the mortal frame.
Brent with the last thing Stuyvesant was thinking to see Maid Marion, all smiles, congratulation, and cool organdie. Ten minutes' time in which to compose herself gives a girl far too great an advantage under such circumstances. "I I'm glad to see you," said Stuyvesant helplessly. "I thought you were wearing yourself out at nursing." "Oh, it agrees with me," responded Maidie blithely.
"Do you want us to call her sister or Magdalen, the whole scriptural mouthful at once?" "I believe that to call her Magdalen or Maidie, as my father did, would make her feel nearer to us than the formal way of saying 'Sister." "I don't mind about changing," said Paula. "She can never be the same to us as dear Sister Mena." "She is so tiresome," added Vera.
We all have gaiters on," returned Maidie Williams, undisturbed. "Fares, please!" said the conductor stolidly. Frank Armstrong thrust his gloved hand deep into his pocket with angry vehemence. "There's your money," he said, "and be quick about the change, will you? We've lost time enough!"
The bright, brave young eyes were glassy and his dark cheek heavily flushed when at four o'clock he hastened out to assist his mother from her carriage, and the color fled from her beautiful face; her heart seemed to stand still and her hand trembled violently as she noted it all, but took his arm without a word, and, with Maidie silently following, went up the steps and into the little army home, where the door closed behind them, and the knot of lookers-on, officers awaiting the call for afternoon stables, glanced significantly at each other, then went on their way.
Farquhar said it was the general belief that Maidie liked Wally mighty well and would marry him were he only in the army. And Stuyvesant wondered how it was, in all the years he had known Farquhar and envied him his being a West Pointer and in the cavalry, he had never really discovered what a bore, what a wearisome ass, Farquhar could be.
Maidie Conyers was blonde and small, so the room was pale blue and "cosy." There were embroidered pillows on the buttony Chesterfield, lace shades to the electric lights, and be-rosebudded liberty silk curtains. Brigit hated the house, but it was cheap, and she had little money. With a grunt of furious distaste she sat down in a satin chair, and leaning back began to smoke.
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