Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-03-06

IF you insist upon it-but remember
that don't at all approve of the arrange
ment.''
"Oh, I'll assume all the responsibility, :"
laughed Grace, merrily. 'tAnd when shall
we &C.
II could be ready by Monday
"You are in a great haste to leave your
pleasant home, Grace; | wish [ could sum-
mon up an equal fervor of enthusiasm
Grace put her hand on his shoulder, and
leaned down to peep archly into his face.
''What darling, old fashioned fellow you
are, Adrian [ shall spend this summer in
trying to make modern husband of you. y
DO you think the modern article would
be preferable p smiled Adrian.
;, "Oh, infinitely And now dou't talk to
me L must make out a list of things to be
purchased. Only think that I'm really
equipping for a summer at the Springs!"
And she clasped her hands so gleefully,
that Adrian had not the heart to damp her
bright anticipatioils with his own indefinite
nisgivings
"The prettiest woman at the Springs, by
all odds. -
'sWho is She 81
"Mrs Morley, Of New York. Nobody
ever heard of her before, but She has flash
ed into society like meteor. The young
fellows are all infatuated about her, and not
without good reason
Grace Morley's cheek flushed with con-
scious triumph, as she heard these words,
halt spoken, half whispered, in her stately
sweep through the long piazza from moon
light drive with the most stylish young cav
alier at the hotel And she did look very
lovely in her dress of deep blue grenadine,
floating around her like azure pillows, with
feecy white shawl dropping from her shout
ders and the snowy plume of jaunty little
Spanish hat hanging low over the rippled
luxuriance of her golden brown hair
Yes, Mrs. Morley was belle at last! and
most completely did she enjoy the intoxica
ting atmosphere of fattery and adulation
that surrounded her every footstep.
''WeR. Grace, what sort of a time have
you had ?''
Adrian was lounging under the gaslight
In their room with half read volume In
his lap, looking the very victim of hopeless
ennui.
"Oh, delightful But Adrian, how bored
you look
mo more SO than 1 feel, am quite GER
tain
Il wish you would try and enjoy yourself
u little -
"Play billiards -smGse--do as other gen.
tlemen do. :"
Adrian Morley opened his book once more
with tremulous yawn, as Grace began to
unfasten her hat and brush out the disor-
dered' masses'of her hair To him Saratoga
was nothing more nor less than vexatien of
spirit but for Grace sake he was patient
ly willing to be bored.
Don't you think it is almost time to re-
turn home, Grace p
Adrian, what an ideal Not for two
weeks yet. The gayest season is yet to
cesae.
1.-Two weelsl" sighed poor Adrian. ''It
is q long time"
/" No time at all, said Grace, positively.
. 1t will soon pass.
Alas had Grace Morley but dreamed of
the years of anguish and despair that were
to hinge upon those two weeks!
As the days passed on she saw less and
less of her husband. He was no longer
YEARLY awaiting the coming of her feet
sters from drive or walk-no longer leaning
dreamily against the window of the ball
room, watching her flying fgare as she float
ed by him in waltz or polka; nor did Mrs.
Morley regret the gradual change.
Il am SO glad he has found some way of
amusing himself she thought. - 1t was
such a nuisance to have him every few min
utes asking if | were net ready to 60 home.
She was returf7iag from an evening stroll,
night or two subsequently, ia her prettiest
toilette of blue silk and white opera cloak,
with her little hand resting lightly on Mr..
Ardenham' arm, when she suddenly stop
ped close to the dense wall of shrubbery
that half concealed the brilliant sparkle of
lighted windows and doors of show build
81 In y,~k, IL IL,
~ have dropped my fan, Mr. Ardenham
how could be so careless?"
"Rest yourself Is moment on this rustic
seat Mrs Morley" said Ardenham gallant
ly, and l will go back for it in half a min
Frank Ardenham went off, vowing that
Mrs Morley's fan was worth any degree of
trouble that could by any possibility be be-
slowed upon it, and Grace waiting his re-
turn, mechanically playing with the fasten-
ing of her pale blue glove.
Suddenly the loud, discordant tumult OF
voices struck upon her ear as party OF men
issued from lighted door beyond the shrub
berry. In the moonlight she could see their
flushed faces quite plainly-and she invol-
unfairly recoiled further back into the shad-
ow,. although she was aware of being quite
invisible.
Hush what that?'' said one pausing
as loud fierce shout rose high above the
bedlam of voices within the gambling house,
| for such Mrs. Morley knew it to be-
It's only Morley" returned another, de-
liberately biting off the end of cigar.
fancy he's pretty well over the bay to-
night"
7' Drunk, is he p
Just that-aud playing as if there was
an evil spirit at his elbow. The thousands
are slipping out of his hands like quick