Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-10-20
MARRYING FOR MONEY.

Tine brilliant gasligbts elittered restles.
1y among the white and gold decorations of
tie elegant "gPntleman's restaurant" the
marble floor echoed to the tread Of loung.
ing feet, and the small pearl clock, eur
mounted by giIded figure Of Bacchus,
pointed to the hour of eleven that bleak
December night and still the careless bab-
ltues OF the place lUunged in and out, as if
they were well accustomed to tie habit of
turning day into night
One more glass, Thorpe. befrrs you 60
leg US Drink success to your married life
10 the brightest champagne that ever meI-
ted into golden foam !" exclaimed hand
some casbing young man whose laugh had
been the g Iyest all evening
But Cyril Thrope shook bis head, sm ling
and buttCned his coat closer.
"No-tbe sooner / contract habits OF
graceful abstinence the better-I must
learn to wear the matrimonial yoke you
know Maybe! Come, suppose you walk
with me to my hotel; it's just the right dis
lance for cigar.
wen, n you must go, I'm with "nn!"
said Maybe, lightly, setting down the emp
ty wine glass. land en- route you can tell
me about Mrs. Thorpe that is to be. I'm
quite curious to learn the charm which
has captiVated gay Lothario lie your
self
MY dear Maybe" said Cyril with a
light sneer. as they emerged arm in arm
into the mist and darkness, have you
lived twenty six years in the world and not
aware that there u but one charm worth
mentioning ?"
And that"
els good real gold, my unsophisticated
frisn4"
Il confess. though" said Maybe. some
what puzzled, do not see how this ex-
plains Lillian Brakes conquest over you.
Thorpe. She's a pretty little girl, with
curls just like cooled sunshine. and round
cherry cheeks, but never heard that che
was rich"
Neither is she-but it is in the future
that her prospects lie. Did you never
hear OF Grant CoIvin, the pursy old banker
of C? and did you never know that
Lily Drake was his niece, and heiress az.
partment2"
NO." said Maybe, with wide open
NO. well. we who pride ourselves on
the cunning Of the serpent. if not on the
rDlessness Of the dove, find out a vari.
ETY. of things which remain sealed to vour
du'ler vision. my honest companion. You
must know that spent last fall at c.
carrying on nice little Irritation with a
black-eyed hOuri who happened to be gov.
erness in the family where l was stayino
A splendid girl-dark and sparkling as a
Spanisrd, and full of wild impulses. I
shouldn't wonder, BY the bye, Though l
never thought of it before.) if the MINK
had gipsey blood in her. By Jove, Lillian
Drake is no more to be compared to Sara
Haynes than draught of water to cold
beaded champagne. But of course it did
not amount TO anything. / never thought
OF marrying q poor gOverness, however
beautiful, and when / learned indirectly
where old COlVin's wealth was to flow, ]
resolved to try luck with Lillian, the heir.
ess No sooner resolved than doue-I
bought ticket for New York that very af.
ternoon, aud-pshaw. you know the rest
I'm not often disappointed when l make
up my mind to a thing! In brief, l came,
saw and conquered r
oh, you should have seen the FIRE fash
from those same oriental orbs. when men.
toned as mildly as possible, that NV
feelings had undergone a change. etc
etc."
Seriously. though, Cyril, wasn't il rath.
er heartless business Pr
Cyril Thorpe elevated his finely ar ;bed
bPows.
Maybe, this talk about heart is all hum.
Dug. don't believe thst such an ORGAN
exists, except in anatomyl Self interest ia
toe malnspring Of existence. Love, heart,
ana an that sort of thing are non
DO you mean to tell me that Won are
going to marry Lillian Drake without car.
ing whit for herr"
Just that, mon ami Come, here we
are Won't you 60 ~ TO my room and
smoke another cigar?"
But Maybe declined rather abrouptIv -
gay young mao though he was, something
10 ms honest heart rebelled against the
cotd seInsaness OF ThOrpe's PHILOSOPHY and
be felt rather relieved when two or three
squares !Dterposed their barriers of briek
and mortar between him aud his old COL
lege mate
Meanwhile Thorpe entered his room, and
himself carelessly upon q sofa in
front of the glowing coal fire, took up a
handful of letters which had arrived during
his absence.
Observation-Disclosures to Mrs.
from my sister--hallo-
what thisi The little soVerness as /
lissw