A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

‘tS A LADY BACHELOR. and made the excuse and introduced a partner in his. lace, there was a lack of truthfulness in his manner, and there came to her that sense of doubt which is so apt to be present when one is listening to doubtful statements. ‘There are times when the sense of discernment is super- naturally keen. In plain words, Eloise suspected that the iliness was a pretense, and that there was some other veason for his excuse. Its having come so suddenly and under such circumstances, when her sensibilities were ten- der and alert, it is not surprising that there arose in her heart a sense of dread and apprehension, and a premo- nition of advancing evil to hopes that were new but none the less bright and strong. At the usual hour the ball ended; some of the guests hastened to their- rooms, others gathered in groups to chat and comment. Eloise also lingered, clinging toa faint trust that George would seek her and make a full explanation. But he did not. Her tired and wearied mother waited, talking to friends and hoping that her daughter would decide to retire; but Hloise still clung to her hope that George would come. He came not, how- ever, and the explanation was lacking, and at length the wearied girl accepted her mother’s arm and started up the great staircase. When at the first landing, she turned and cast one hopeful glance back. Yes, George was there. He looked up; their eyes met; his fell; there was no mistaking the fact, he did not wish to meet her. He had merely entered the hall to seek his friend. Here was a little con- firmation and justification of her doubt concerning the sincerity of his excuse. His averted glance was so Gomichbooks (E(@)