|Newspaper Title||Bathurst Free Press and Mining Journal (NSW : 1851 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||Bride's Promise|
The officers of the — th Dagoons gave a grand farewell, ball to the people of the county, for their regiment was going to be replaced by another, and there were many sad hearts at the thought of parting from friends, or perhaps a little more than friends. But none carried so Heavy a tmart- ac Tank I-tarfefnrH. whn itru\A niohp.
on the night of the ball, with a gloomy face, which changed suddenly as his eyes rested on Bride coming, into the room, the fairest ot a bevy of fair sisters. She was dressed in white, and carried a large and beautiful bouquet, the gift of Sir Gerald, who walked beside her, look ' ing proud and conscious as he bent low to ;talk to trie fair girl at his, side. Bride was very pale, with downcast eyes, and '? poor Jack, feeling his disappointment more keenly than ever in the presence of
wnai uc iiuu luai, waiuueu uei as sue went through a quadrille with Sir Gerald, and resolved, come what might, that he would see her once' more that night, 'even' were it for the last time. 'Now, Bride,': said Sir Gerald, look-' ing very tall and stately in his evening dress, with his gray hair and moustache making him look older than he really was, ' dance away all night if you like, child, but don't ask me.to do any round dances. I am a little too old for that sort . of thing, you know.' ' Miss Levison, may I have the pleasure of this waltz?' At the sound of the speaker's voice the ^crimson blood rushed over Bride's pale face. Jack stood looking at her, at the downcast and at the eyes that would not meet his after thc first frightened glance as she laid botfr hands on Sir Gerald's arm to steady herself while she struggled for a moment to conquer her agitation. (To be continued.)