The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-11-09
MARRIED FOR MONEY.

Kate Talbot looked at her watch, and
then ran out in the hall to compare It's
enameled hands with the ponderous
dial of the old clock on the landing,
and then she looked down the elm-shad
owed perspective of the quiet road, land
and took yet second glance at the
watch, with an impatient sort of sigh
She was tall. handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coiled around her
head in coronet fashion, that harmo-
nized with the royal way she had of
throwing back her slender white throat,
and the stately grace of her every mo-
ton. Her eyes, large and soft, of a
peculiar hazel tint, were full of dreamy
langor, and the pink and Write bloom
of her cheek betokened very plainly
that she had never turned day into
night and right into day, after the APP
proved fashion of metropolitan bellies.
No, Kate Talbot was a rustic beauty,
fresh and uncontaminated by the sinis-
ter influences of city life.
Here he comes, and he is not alone y
And within just thirty seconds Miss
Talbot was on the steps of the Ionic
portico, inclininG her head to Mr.. Ross
mere WylIe, and holding out an eager,
fiuttering hand toward her father. He
shook his head.
a." No letters, papa
ono, Katy"
Rossmerc's quick eye scanned
Hates 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 expression OF
keen disappointment that fluttered
! across her perfect Greek features.
"Kate," said Mr.. Talbot, quietly
dismounting from hishorse, " somehow
it is difficult for me to believe in this
gay cavalier of yours"
Papa !
"Out of sight, ont of mind, " is 8
very old proverb, you know, my dear
and it is just possible, among the at
fractions of fashionable Watering
place, that he has forgotten the little
wild flower Of the Wellington hills.
" Never, papa! You and Rossmert
always were uniustly rreiudiced against
| him.
Kate spoke with very genuine enthu
siasm. She believed in Bruce Gaynol
just as implicitly as she believed il
the liquid gold of the sunshine at hel
feet, and it seemed impossible that
any one else should for a single second
doubt his truth and sincerity.
Rossmere Wylie looked at her Will
grave intentness. Suppose-suppos,
for an Instant-that Bruce was faithless
He sternly checked within himself the
upspringing throb of his heart. Was
it for him to build up palace of hap
piness on the wreck of Kate Talbot
first love?
" He never cared for her as / DO ! )
was the rebellious cutlery of his Who'll,
nature.
And Rossmere Wylie resolved to et
to Saratoga and survey the field 70.
| himself.
Mr.. Bruce Gaylor was walking IL,
and down the broad piazza, in the af
ternoon sunshine. It was certainl,
very considerate of him to give the
young ladies such fine opportunity o.
| admirlng his dark eyes, rich Spanish
| complexion, and exquisite figure -E'the
glass of fashion and the mold of form. ,
Bruce felt that he was captivating, and
completely forgot that he had intended
to devote that particular afternoon tc
writing TO Miss Talbot, the pretty Wei
d1ngton girl who had made such an i'm.
precision upon him.
Have you heard who arrived this
morning, Gaynor?"
Col. Melford's hand, laid lightly up
on Mr.. Gaylor's shoulder, arrested his
saunterlnS movements.
"No; any one worth cultivating? y
Miss Nlontressor. y
Miss Montressor, the heircss? Why.
| thought she was to be among the
White Mountains.
She has changed her mind, appar-
entity; at all events, here she is, with
nineteen trunks and no end to the
boxes. There's chance for you, young
man, If you want a rich wife,
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes spark
led
Introduce me-"
Cant Unfortunately haven't the
honor of personal acquaintance my
self; but | can tell you who can"
Who?"
"Wylie; he came yesterday-Ross-
mere Wylie, You know; he's cousin
or something of the golden damsel.
And there she is now .
Bruce Gaynor WINGED little
What that fat, dowdy little con
Germ by the door? Why, / thought she
was Il beauty"
$50 she Is, considered from finan-
cialapoint of view. My dear fellow.
don't be hypercritical.
"Why, she's forty if she's dav
and I'll wager my diamond shirt-studs
that her teeth are false.
" Very possibly; but only think of
her bank stock and railroad shares! [
tell you, I'd go in for the prize quick
enough, if ] wasn't already mortgaged
to Mrs. Melford, bless her dear little
heart. You're the best-looking fellow
here. Why don't you think the matter
over2 >
Bruce Gaynor did think the matter
over, and made up his mind in very
short order.
Good evening Mr.. Wylie," said he.
in honeved accents, half an hour or SO
later, as he encountered Rossmere.
q believe had the pleasure of meet
ing you at Wellington.