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Hobart herald. (Geneva, N.Y.) 1879-1942, February 01, 1908, Image 8

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124 Hobart Herald “Tennis and the opera indeed! What about wasting your life playing the races?” “Billy will get over that,”— appealingly. “A man’s not a reprobate because he’s fond of excitement.’’ “Haven’t you changed your philosophical views, dear?” Mrs. Mooreland looked shrewdly at the eyelids with the peculiar droop. Billy rvas fond of watching these same eyelids, she remembered. “H a v e l?” Ill Orlo Bergeman turned slightly in the opera chair. “You still appreciate the beautiful, do you not, Havershaw?” His companion’s strong face was non-committal. “I strive to.” The other’s rather cynical expression, enhanced by the crows- feet about the eyes and the firm chin and mouth, relaxed. “Look at the second tier, west.” Havershaw slowly allowed his eyes to rise to the designated box. The light opera cloak on the girl’s shoulders was tossed aside at the same moment and she glanced absently at the orchestra row'. Bergeman watched for a change of expression with critical intentness. He detected not so much as a gleam of surprise. “You mean to say you don’t admire her?” “Never construe expressions to mean anything,”—returned Havershaw. He rvas thinking of the five years that striking face and proud carriage had haunted him. ‘‘Well?” — queried Bergeman. The curtain had dropped. “That’s Miss Mooreland,”—said Havershaw tersely. “Are you coming?” Obediently Bergeman rose to a well groomed majestic height, and followed the slighter form of his companion. They paused in the lobby. “There’s Billy. He’s with the party.”

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