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MARRIED FOR MONEY.

Kate IalbOrt looked at her watch
and then ran out in the hall to com
pare it's enameled hands with the pom.
lerous dial of the old clock in the
landing, aud then she looked down
the elm shadowed perspective of the
quiet road, and took yet second
glance. at the watch, with n i'm.
patient sort Of sigh.
She was q tail, handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coiled around her
head in coronet fashion, that
harmonized with the 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, were
full OF dreamy languor, and the pink
and white bloom Of her cheeks beto-
kened very. plainly that, abe bad pey.
err turned day into night and night
into day, after the improved fashion
of metropolitan bellies. No, Kate
Talbot was rustic beauty, fresh abd
-uncon,aminated by the sinister inhu-
.uces OF city lite.
"Here he comes, and he is not
aloneI"
And within just thirty seconds Miss
Tolbot was on the steps of the Ionic
portico inclining her head to Mr.. Ross
more Wylie, and holding outan eager
Tutoring hand toward her father.
He shook bis head.
"No letter, papaT
"None, Katy"
"Rossmore's qnick eye scanned
Kate's countenance: as she stood there:
a single rose among her dark tresses,
and one hand slightly holding togeth-
er the folds of her blue cashmere
shawl. How plainly he saw the ex-
preston Of Keen disappointment that
fitted across her perfect Greek fea-
lures. ~,
"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 a
very old proverb, you know. my dear !;
and it is just possible, among the at
fractions of o. fashionable watering
place, that he has forgotten the little
wild>flower of the Wellington hills. :"
"Never, papa! Yon and Rossmore
always were unjustly prejudieed
against him."
Kate spoke with genuine enthusiasm.
She believed in Bruce Gaynor just az
as she believed in the liquid
gold of The sunshine at her feet, and
It seemed impossible that any one
else should for q single second doubt
his truth and sincerity.
Rossmore Wylie looked at her
with grave intentness. Suppose
suppose for an instant-that Bruce
was faithless2 He sternly checked
with himself the upspringing throb
of his heart. Was it for him to build
up palace OF happiness on the wreck
of Kate Talbot's first love?
'"He never cared for her as / dor
was the rebellious outcry of his whole
nature. >
And Rossmore Wylie resolved to
20 to Saratoga and survey the field
for himself.
Mr.. Bruce Gsynor was walking up
and down the broad piazza, in the
afternoon sunshine. 1t was certainly
very considerate of him to give the
young ladies such fue opportunity
of admiring his dark eyes, rich Span
ish complexion, and exquisite figure
'the glass of fashion and the mold OF
FORM" Bruce felt that he was capti.
waiting, and completely forgot that he
had intended to devote that particu-
lar afternoon to writing to Miss Tai.
bot, the pretty Wellington girl who
had made such an impression upon
him.
"Have you heard who arrived this
morning, Gaynor?"
Col. Mclford's hand. laid lightly
upon Mr.. Gaynor's shoulder, arrested
his sauntering movements.
"No; any one worth cultivating?
"Miss Montressor."
"Miss Montressor, tho heiress
Why, I though she was to be among
the White mountains"
"She has changed her mind, appar
emily; at all events, here she is, with
nineteen trunks, and no end to the
at boxes. There's a chance for you
onng man, if you want ric b wife.