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tlmt Kvrlyn Nvsl.ilt. or Kvt'lyn N-MK Thnw, hn the
mofit beautiful rytF In the woli't.
" You niny neHirh the wuild over nnd not tlnd eyes
naif lit beautiful." hn niiyn.
Another Nrw York Hrtlt declares them tc be un
fathomable ey . " myatleal, lovely, sweet, mlornble.
They tire the only eyeit In the world thnt can be both
mornful nnd tender. The only eyes In the world thnt nre deep
and full of light, yet not too subtle nnd not too hidden. When lie
Bl'eako they are glorious.
"If 1 were 10 Imagine a beautiful woman," ay he, "I would
Imagine this girl living and real, but m re beautiful than can bo
pictured. She must be L'tl, yot i he him nil tho Hllplii grace of a girl
of 10. If who l mere than 'JO the docs not loon It. Yet she has
the wonderful, iulet wumiinlbiesj of u woman of !. It la charming
to see her sweet grace. And nowhere Is It mirrored as In her eyes."
What Makes Beautiful Eyes?
What In the definition of beautiful eyes? Why are some eye
beuutlful and others unly? What makes the eye beautiful? To this
a Paris artlnt, an Impressionist, makes the following reply:
" Eyes are beautiful according to their size. Small eyes may
twinkle, but they cannot express. Little eyes m.vy twinkle like stars
but they cannot blind you. Kyen that are undersized may glow, but
they can never fascinate.
" The eyes must be prominent Sunken eyes arc sad. Eyes that
He deep In the eye sockets make you think of treason, of strategy,
of deeds that are dark, not deed:! that are open. Ieep student eyes
may be Indicative of deep studmt thoughts. Hut they are not at
tractive. " Beautiful eyes must be n.c 1st. Kyes thnt weep are alwaya
lovely, If not too red. And it Ir a wise woman who sheds a few
tears to make her eyes pretty. Stage women like n weep. It makes
them so attractive. Domestic women should cry a little. It makea
them klssable.
" Dry, hard eyes are never lovely. Neither arc eyes that have
wrinkles over them nor between them. Eyes that are lined with
crow's feet arc always unlovely.
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Lolor of Eyes Important.
" The color of the eyes Is said to depend upon a pigment whioh
supplies them with color. I!ut this coloring pigment Is not always
reliable. Deep blue eyes will look faded If one Is tired. The color
pigment does not flow freely. If agitated they will darken and
deepen In hue.
" Dark brown or black eyes will grow still darker and blacker
when one Is excited. Hut when one Is weary, or lias used the eyes
to excess, they will look faded. The moral Is do not use the eyes
too long und do not use them nt all when you want t i look your best.
" Big eyes are almost always beautiful. Prominent eyes are apt
to be handsome, but they are repulsive If too prominent. The
woman whose eyes stick out of her head has litt'e redress. If she
can manage to grow fat the prominence will bo less noticeable. A
fleshy face generally conceals the prominence of tl e eyes.
' The best color for Ideal eyes Is a deep brown. Great velvet
brown, fawnlike eyes are ideal.
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Beauty Depends Upon Shape.
" Long eyes are always desirable. There Is a certain quizzical
beauty about the long, almond bhaped eye which is most bewitching.
The eyes of the orientals are attractive, long, and brilliant, und
full of fire.
The handsomest eyes and all women sliouM pray for pretty
eyes are long, dark, brilliant, und well shaded with lashes. They
are big and glowing and expressive nnd there Is that quality about
them which one calls deep. Deep, beautiful dirk eyes, heavily
shaded with sweeping lashes, are a special gift of the gods, vouch
safed to few, but much admired wherever they re found.
" When asked to paint beautiful eyes I Invarlab'y select the dark
almond type, for one can get real beauty in no other manner. I am
called an Impressionist, because I make the canvas glow with
beautiful eyes."
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OF A POOR BUT PRETTY IRISH GIRL AND THE RICHEST PEER IN IRELAND.
HE announcement has lust been made of the
0T I engagement of the young marquis of Bute to
B I Miss Augusta Bclllnghum, the youngest da ugh -A
I ter of Sir Henry Bellingham of County Loutb
The secret has been well kept, as the betrotha
became a fait accompli before lust Christmas,
when the marchioness of Bute was entertain
ing a house party at Mount Stuart on behalf
of her son. Lord Bute, who is the owner of twelve titles and
who Is worth $:W,oo.(HiO, is the greatest match in England,
and haa been the despair of the matchmakers ever since he
came Into his majority. Ho has cared only for hunting and
travel, and has appeared little In society. His first meeting
with Miss Belllngham happened at her father's estate In
County Louth, where the family, who are of nobl blood,
live In an Impoverished condition.
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John Crlchton Stumrt, fourth mirquUof Bute, was born
In 1881 and succeeded hit father In 1900. Ha U a Roman
Catjtollc and a treat landowner.
other day It was obliged to rub its eyes to see whether It
waa awake and hearing of a real romance, or whether It
was dreaming of one of the Duchess' novels. Then It awoke
to the faot that It was listening to a romance In re-1 life, and
thnt it happened In the heart of Ireland, where the rich lover
had found the poor but radiantly beautiful Irish girl, that It
had nil been Just as described in " Phylll" " and " Molly
Bawn " and " Beauty's Daughter," and tha of course Beau
ty's duughter had won. The synopsis of the story only needed
a little filling In by the woman who remembered her " Duch
ess," and she was at once In possession of all the details.
CHAPTER I.
On hospitable thought! Intent.
It waa morning and the Beliingham family waa assem
bled at breakfast at BeHlngham park, a wild and beautiful
ruin set in the heart of verdant County Louth, which Is the
ancestral home of Henry Beliingham, Bart. family noble
but Impoverished. Lieut. Edward Charles Patrick of the
Royal guards, the eldest son of the house, called " Patsy "
for short, Is opening his mall.
" Positively he Is coming," said he.
" Who la coming?" said a person balancing her toast In
midair, just aa her namesake, Molly, did upon a similar oc
casion a dozen years ago, In a certain novel.
" This letter," said Patsy, regarding with a Btrlcken con
science the elegant scrawl In his hand, " bears the signature
of John Crlchton-Stuart, who Is evidently proud of his
name."
" John Crlchton-Stuart," said ' the person," thoughtful
ly, " but the crest whom does the crest belong to?"
" Get out your peerage, child. John Crlchton- Stuart,
fourth marquis of Bute, the carl of Windsor, Viscount Mount
Joy of the Isle of Wight, Baron Mount Stuart of Wortley,
County York; earl of Dumfries, earl of Bute, a baronet "
" Coming here?" said the " person," Augusta Mary Mon
ica, by baptism, called "Molly" In the family, beautiful aa
her predecessor, the other Molly, and with a withering sar
casm In the way she accents the " here," which Is possible
only to a young person of 23.
" Coming here?" echoes Lady Beliingham, only a little
less attractive and a few years older than her stepdaughter.
' And you never told me. Patsy." This in a tone of mild re
proach. " You asked him for a month, you say? Will you
please tell me what we can do with him here for a month?"
"Well, he likes the shooting better than anything else,"
said Lieut. Edward, putting a bold face on It, "and then
then, you know, there is Molly."
" Molly. Indeed." says Lady Beliingham, scornfully.
" He's the greatest parti In the united kingdom. May 1 in
quire where you expect to put him. Patsy? Unless your father
can have the west wing repaired before he arrives I don't
see where he Is to sleep."
" O, he can have my room as far aa that Is concerned,"
obligingly eaya Molly, " and as to entertainment, perhaps he
can find some amusement in me. Anything to break the
monotony If It Is only somebody young. They say he doesn't
like girls and that he Is the despair of matchmaking mothers.
1 wonder how he will like me In my cotton frocks. I haven't
a rug fit to wear."
" Never mind, Mol ly," this from R"ger Charles Noel, the
younger son. who, by the way, la several years younger than
Molly. He only puts on the " ly " at a atern glance from the
paternal direction. " Clolhea are nothing when on la aa
young aa you are. Go In and win, and when you get to be
the marchioness of Bute remember that I wao your backer."
CHAPTER II
O fll out I know not why
And kiaard main lib ur. Tt nnyaon.
The marquis of Bute haa been an Inmate of tha Beliing
ham family for a little leas than two weeks. Just now he
haa forgotten the fact that he came down for the hunting
and that girl have alwavs bored htm, and he la engaged
heart and soul In a drawing room tableau, in which he ia
playing oppoalte part to Molly.
They are alone. In the corner of the room la a table.
Behind it stands Miss Beliingham. dressed in white and with
the trail of her gown gathered up over her urm. Her point
of vantage from behind the table, the unusual grip whloh
aha has on her gown, the high color of her face, which re
sembles that of the other 'Molly In the fact that her com
plexion la always likened to white roses, and the particularly
wicked deptha In her eyea. which are also of the Irish blue
known to all the Duchvsa' hirolmi, an all becuute of the
fact that she Is making a last attempt to win, In the undig
nified run which she has been making to get away from the
too near proximity of the baron of Mount Stuart and the mar
quis of Bute.
She has always ..-c i something of a hoyden, and she Is
only 23. Lord Bute, in spite of all his tltlea and lands and
blase1 manner. Is a month or two younger. Thus it has come
about that there has been something of a struggle to ac
complish the little matter of a kiss. The young man is Just
getting in a fair way to win. Just then Lieut. Beliingham
comns into the room from the oien window and Lady Bel
iingham enters from the opposite side.
" Well, pon my word," says the Jleutenunt.
" Augusta," says Lady Bclllnghum.
Molly, dropping her gown, turns a rich crimson, but Is far
the less upset of the two delinquents. She remains where
she Is, hedged In by the table, and Is conscious of feeling a
wild desire to laugh.
Determined to break the silence whloh is proving op
pressive, she says demurely:
" How fortunate, Patsy, that you were on the spot Lord
Bute was behaving so badly." The marquis turns a reproach
ful glance upon her.
' I don't need to bo told that," said the lieutenant, mak
ing an efort to look severe, and, forgetting his grammar.
' It was a good thing It was ua Instead of the governor, you
know."
" But how did you come here?" asks Molly, making a
brave but unsuccessful effort to turn the tables on the ene
my. " And Lelgnrde, too! I do hate people who turn up
when they are least expected. What were you doing on the
balcony?"
" Let me explain," says Lord Bute, who has been look
ing sheepish, and who now steps forward. "The fact--1s
that I have asked Miss Beliingham to marry me, and she has
promised to do so If you don't object. I hope you'll etand
by ua. Patsy," he concludes, lamely.
" O, It's my consent you want. Is It? I should think you
had gotten along pretty well without It. Well, you have my
consent, my boy. If It was only up to me."
" I will see Sir Henry this evening, and I have written
my mother, who will nsk Miss Beliingham to the Isle for
Christmas." says Lord Bute.
Lelganle puts on a " didn't I tell you " kind of an air.
" Didn't I tell you, you mean," says Roger, who has en
tered from nobody knows where, and sized up the situation.
" I predicted It all along."
CHAPTER HI.
A lnvely laly, pnrnipiitt.it In Muni
From her own btuuty Fhclley.
The Invitation has arrived from Mount Stuart. The dis
cussion is about gowns.
" By the way," says Lady Beliingham, " I see that Lady
Bute has a penchant for giving away lace veils worth a for
tune. She gave one of Brussels point to the duchces of Nor
folk which she wore when she was married. So I fancy that
is one of the things with which you will be provided."
" Much good that will do me now." says Molly. " What
I want at present Is gowns, not veils."
" When Lady llute was married," pursues Lady Beliing
ham, reading from the Iulits' Pictorial. " her husband loud
ed her with Jewels, lie pave priceless pearls, both black and
white, wonderful rubles, emeralds, and diamonds, and also
some black opuls, which are rare hii1 extremely valuable.
Lady Bute possesses several tiaras. When they are yours
you oan have them nset. you know." Lady Beliingham
was the Hon. Lelsarde Clifton before her marriage and had
brought a general atmosphere of the up to date In the old
fashioned and conservative house of her husband.
" If I had one of them now I would sell It and add it to
papa'a check," says Miss Beliingham, reflectively.
" Never mind, sis, you look wonderfully well in any old
thing. Besides, maybe you won't need 'em. I don't bel'eve
they dreas much, anyway. I hear that Lord Bute and all his
retainers put on Highland costume for dinner, and that they
live la a sernt-baibarlo state, and that there is a piper con
stantly maintained in all the glory of Stuart tartan."
" You g(e," says Molly, turning with a fond smile to
her youngest brother. -
" I'll tell you what," says Patsy, coming forward. ."Here's
ten IkiI) you may have. No, 1 don't want it, really. I have
plenty now, and It will help a little. If you don't take it I
will chuck It into the pond. Besides, you know, when you are
the marchioness you can stand by me."
" Sure I will," says Molly with her moat adorable Irish
accent. " And when I marry him I will aend Roger to Har
row "
Why don't you make It the moon?" saya Roger, with
withering contempt.
' But I will, really; Jock says I will. And you are to spend
all your holidays at Mount Stuart, and 1 will keep a gun for
you and a horse and a dog, and maybe he will buy you a run
about "
" O, fiddlesticks," said the boy. " Draw a line somewhere
I have outgrown my faith In the 'Arabian Nights." I shall
be quite satisfied with the flog and the gun."
"Well, you shall see. And Tatsy shall have enough
money to pay his debts. But In the meantime the question
Is how I am to make a presentable appearance at the house
party," concludes the future marchioness, and the council
gives place to a consultation of ways and means between the
women.
- CHAPTER IV.
Whit a drtam whi hers.
Methought a sernrnt ato my heart,
Anil you at mlllnn at his cruel prey.
Midsummer Nhjht's Dream.
It Is at one of the twelvo great estates of Lord Bute. It
Is Mount Stuart, the old Scotch fastness in the far north,
and the favorite winter home of the young earl. It is also
the favorite of Lady Bute, who entertains here In true grand
seigneur manner.
Long, low terraces, bathed In sunshine; a dripping, sob
bing fountain; great masses of flowers; emerald lawns thnt
grow and widen as the eye vainly endeavors to grasp thi m.
thrown Into relief by the rich foliage, all brown, and green,
and red, and bronze tinged, that spread behind them; while
beyond all this, as far as the eye can reach, great swelling
parks show here and there, alive with deer that toss and fret
their antlered heads, throwing yet another charm into the
already glorious scene.
Mount Stuart is beat described aa an Italian palace on a
Scotch Island. In the gardens and woods, besides the deer,
are large herds of pretty wallabies, or small kangaroos, per
fectly acclimated, while In the streama are colonies of
beavers.
One of the principal features of the palace Is the great
msrble hall, Kto feet square, occupying the center of the huge
building, and lined with the most exquisite marbles. They
are In four aisles, by which the hall Is surrounded, being
portioned off by an arcade of Cypolino columns, with richly
carved capitals of Carrara and arches of gray-Sicilian maj
ble. The vaulted roof, eighty feet high. Is beautifully painted
in figures of the constellations, on a blue ground, the stars
overhead being represented by prismatic crystals. Over the
aisles is a great gallery, surrounded by heavily gilt bronze
rullings, copied from Charlemagne's tomb at Aix la Chapelie.
This is Mount Stuart, and Mount Stuart Is the richer by
one more inmate. Molly has arrived and haa been roceived
by the marchioness, und has been conducted to her room.
Such a wonder of a room, such a contrast to her snug little
sanctum at home a marvel of white and blue, and cloudy
virginal muslins, and filled with innumerable luxuries.
Molly stand for a moment in the midst of It, unaware
that she Is putting all its other beauties to shame. Bhe gazes
round and appreciates each pretty trifle, and then, with the
help of the maid, who hus been acquired for the trip, nnd
with whom she is at a little of a loss what to do, begins to
make ruady to go downstairs.
In the meantime Lady Bute, who has slipped Into a seat
behind one of the curtains In the drawing room for a few
minutes with her book before dinner, wakes up to the fact
that Bhe is hearing a conversation not meant for her ears
between a mother and daughter staying in the house, whom
she had not been above suspecting of matchmaking pro
oeiieltleii. " What," aaya the mother, " can you believe tt possible
that a little, uneducated country girl, with a snub nose and
no manner, can cut you out? Lord Bute has shown you more
attention than he ever has anybody, and as to this little girl,
there can't possibly be anything in It. And, besioWa, ahe will
Just prove a foil. Why, I can see her in my mind's eve, with
a freckled complexion, and a frightened gasp between her
words, and a wholesome horror of wine, and a general air
of hoping that the earth will open and swallow her up."
" But what If she were to be totally different from all
this?"
" She won't be different I have Been hor sort over and
over again. Besides, she has been burled In the country.
'I he RcllingbMina have alwaya been poor. Probably afternoon
tea has been her wildest dissipation. It Is positive cruelty
to dig her up from her quiet life Into a place filled with peo
ple like this."
Lady Bute thinks of Miss Beliingham aa she haa Just seen
her, with the proud air that la her heritage from the ancestral
blood of William IV., to whom she tracfa her lineage, and
with the beauty and magnetism of Mrs. Jordan, the famoua
actrs. also one of her ancestors, and who waa Immortalized
In Romney'a picture, "The Country Olrl." She haa in her
mind the picture she has seen for a minute only, which united
all the b-HUty of a once famous, lovely English mother, with
the charm apparently given by an Irish parentage, In the girl
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her son has already chosen-and she smiles.
Still slender, graceful, and even beautiful herself, with
nn air of high bred refinement for which she Is noted, Lady
Bute has lieon already won a fact which she already
acknowledges to herself with a little sigh.
CHAPTER V.
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There is slill time before uinner
the summer house.
Lord Bute draws from his pocket a Utile, box, which he
delivers to Molly somewhat shamefacedly.
" Here is something for you."
"For me? O, Jock, whut Is It?" She is so unmistakably
delighted with anything she receives, be it small or great,
that it is an absolute Joy to give to her. " Whut is It?"
"Open it und see. 1 have not seen it myseif yet. But I
hope it will please you."
Off cornea tho wrapper. A little leather case Is disclosed,
a mysterious fastener undone, and there Inside, In Its velvet
shelter, lies an exquisite diamond ring that glistens and
Hashes up Into her enchanted eyes.
" O, Jock. It cannot be for me." she snys. with a little
gasp that Bpeuks volumes. "It Is too beautiful."
" I pm glad you like it," he says, radiant at her praise.
" I think It is pretty."
She slips her arm around his neck and presses her lips
warmly, unhnshfiilly, to his cheek. Be It ever so cold, so
wanting in the shyness thnt belongs to consclmis tenderness,
It Is still thp first caress she has ever given him of her own
accord. A little thrill runs through him, and he restrains
the mad longing to catch her In his arms. A punctilious
notion born of the occasion, a shrinking lest she should deem
him capable of claiming even so natural a return for his
gift, compels him to forego his desire.
It Is noticeable, too, that he does not even place the ring
upon her engagml finger, as most men would have done. It
Is a bauble meant to gratify her. Why make It a fetter, be
it ever so light a one?
' I am nmply repaid," he eaya. gently. "Shall we go in?"
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FUTURE MARCHIONESS OF HUTE.
MlnAuuiti Mary Monica Bellinfliam. who i to marry
Lord Bute, is the younger daughter of Sir (Alan) Henry
Bcllinghim, Bart., who ia private chamberlain to the pope.
Her elder sister ii a nun.