The Hickman courier., 1872-09-28
MARRIED FOR MONEY


ooh, dear, l wish he lCouId
come
Kate Talbot looked at her watch,
end then ran out into the hall to
compare its enamelled hands with
tie ponderous dial of the old clock
on the landing, and then she looked
down the elm-shadowed perspective
of the quieC road, and took yet
second glance at The watch, with an
impatient sort OF sigh.
Size was q tall handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coiled around Ger
head in a coronet fashion, that har-
mouized with TIE royal way she had
of throwing back her slender white
throat, and the stately grace OF her
every motion. Her eyes, large and
soft, of a peculiar hazel tint, We're
full of dreamy languor, and the
white and pink bloom of her cheeks
betokened very plainly that she new
er had turned day into night and
night into day, afcer the approved
fashion Of METROPOLITAN bellies. No;
Kate Talbot was a rustic beauty,
fresh and uncontaminated by the
sinister influence of city life.
"Here he comes; and be is not
alone
And within just thirty seconds
Miss Talbot was on the steps of the
Ionic portico, iuclining her besd to
Mr. Rossmere Wylie, and, holding
out an eager, futtering little hand
toward her father. He shook his
head.
No letter, papa"
None, Kay"
Rossmere's quick eye scanre4
Kate's countenance as she stood
there, a single rose among her dark
tresses, and one hand slightly hold
ing together the folds OF her blue
cashmere shawl. How plainly he
saw the expr ssion of keen disap-
pointment that fdttered across her
perfect Greek features!
." Kate" said Mr.. Talbot, quietly
dismounting from his horse, "some
how it is difficult for me to believe
in this gay cavalier of yours"
Papa!"
"Out of sight, out of mind, is
very Old 9roverb, you know, my dear;
and it is just possible, among the at
fractions of a fashionable watering
place, that he has forgotten the lit
tie wild flower of the Wellington
hills
Never, papa You and Ross
mere always were prejudiced against
him
Kate spoke with very genuine Ell
thusiasm. She believed in Bruce
Gaynor just as implicitly as she be-
heved in the liquid gold of the sun
shine at her feet, and it seemed i'm
possible that any one else should for
a single second doubt his truth and
sincerity.
Rossmere Wylie looked at her with
grave intentness. Suppose-sup
pose for an instant-that Bruce 1CaS
faithless He sternly checked with
in himself the upspringing throb of
his heart. Was it for hiDl to build
up1a palace &C happiness on the
wreck of Kate Talbot's first love
"He never cared for her as / do"
was the rsbellious outcry of his
whole nature.
And Rossmere Wylie resovled to
go to Saratoga and survey the field
for himself
Mr. Bruce Gayuor was walking up
and down the broad piazza, in the
afternoon sunshine. It was certain
ly very considerate of him to give
the young ladies such fine oppor-
tunity of admiring his dark eyes and
rich Spanish com plexion, and ex-
quisita figure" the glass OF fas' ion
and the mould of form ]" Bruce
felt that he was captivating. and
completely forgot that he had in
tended to devote that particular af-
ternoon to writing to Miss Talbot.
the pretty Wellington g ri that had
made such an impression upon
him.
Have you heard who arrived this
morning. Gaynor?'
Colon,l Melford's hand laid lightly
on Mr.. Gaynor's shoulder, arrested
his sauniering movements.
No; any one worth cultivating p
=. Miss Montressor.
Miss Montressor, the heiress ?
Why. I thought she was to be among
the White Mountains"
She has changed her mind, sp-
parently; at all events, here she Is
with nineteen trucks and no end to
the hat boxes. There a chance for
you young man, if you want a rich
wife"
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes
sparkled.
Introduce me"
"Can't unfortunately; haven't the
honor of a personal acquaintance
myself; bnt / can tell you who can"
"Who?''
Wylie; he came yesterday.
Rossmere Wylie, you know; he's
cousin or something of the golden
damsel- And there she is now'
Brace Gaynor WINGED a little.
What that fat, dowdy little con-