Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-11-07

don't be hypercritical."
Why, she's forty if she's day, anc
I'll wager my diamond shirt-studs thai
her teeth are false"
every possibly but only think o.
her bank-stock and railroad shares
tell you, I'd go in for the prize quick
enough, if I wasn't already mortgageo
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 matte,
over, and made up his mind in very
| short order.
"Good evening, Mr.. Wylie," said he
in honeyed accents, half an hour or sc
later, as he encountered Rossmore. 81
believe I had the pleasure of meeting
you at Wellington"
Mr.. Wylie inclined his head frigidly.
81 understand Miss Montressor is
your cousin, and had resolved to ask
at your hands the privilege of an intro
duction."
81 shall be happy to oblige you, Mr..
Gaynor," said Rossmore, with the slig ght-
| est perceptible shrug of his shoulders
| and / presume my cousin Emily will be
| gratified with the acquaintance"
So Mr.. Gaynor was formally presented
in the list as a candidate for the smiles
of Emily Montressor.
She certainly was not handsome. Her
hair was thin and rusty brown, her eyes
didn't both look in the same direction,
and she undoubtedly wore false teeth.
| But then Bruce remembered her money,
and looked at her through a deceptive
golden haze that made her very lovely.
Il do not really know what to do
| about Katy Talbot" thought Mr.. Gay
nor to himself, uneasily twisting up the
| pink envelope that had enwrapped her
last glowing, impulsiye, loving little
epistle. 81 was a great fool to allow
too late to back out gracefully. 1 guess
I won't answer her letter women are
generally pretty quick to take a hint of
that sort. Katy is very pretty, and very
much in earnest but then Katy hasn't
got the cash, and it really is every mans
duty to look out for number one"
Thus cogitating, Bruce Gaynor light
ed his cigar with the pink envelope,
while poor Kate Talbot, looking out
through the amethyst glow of the Au-
gust twilight, wondered and wondered,
and grew heart sick at her lovers strange
silence.
And Rossmore Wylie watched the
curious development of the little life
drama that was being enacted under his
eyes with contemptuous indignation.
A heartless wretch ~ he thought.
Kate will be well rid of him. And
yet, poor girl, she did believe in him.
Well, this is a strange world that we
live in. If a man steals five dollar bill
he is sent to prison; if he steals
woman's heart, to fling it away when he
is tired of the plaything, he's a hero
and a preur chevalier ! Bon voyage, Mr..
Bruce Gaynor. shall certainly not in
terfere in any of your nice little ar
rangements."
Yet Rossmere Wylie felt a certain
thrill of delight as he thought of Kate
Talbot free, and disenchapted once
more from the glamour that had hung
around her life.
August was gone and over; the gol-
den orb of the full September moon was
cess of the huge bay window where Mr..
Bruce Gaynor had gone gracefully down
on his knees to Miss Emily Montressor,
after the most romantic fashion.
"My Emily my hearts own peerless
treasure ~
"Do you really love me 2" lisped the
middle-aged charmer, with an attempt
to be arch.
"Ah, Emily, I have felt of late how
utterly impossible it will be for me to
be hapI y away from your smiles. You
will marry me, dearest? You will give
me the right to call you my own?"
"But, Bruce" faltered the fair one;
Isl am so much older than you p
GA year or SO, perhaps, darling; but
what does that signify to hearts that
are congenial2 2''
"And then my niece will think it so
-: Il, L., 81, 1,ic
idea of my marrying"
"My Emily should not sacrifice the
happiness of her lifetime in the inter
ested motives of others. You will be
mine, Emily 2'
"Ah, Bruce, you are so winning l
don't know what answer to give you."
essay yes, darling"
And Miss Montressor said Yes"
'sBut 1 am really afraid to let my
niece know; Pm sure she will op
pose it,
"My love, we will spare her the op-
portunity we will 60 quietly to the
church tomorrow and be married.
"Oh, Brucel"
Emily, my darling, am aware that
this is not a common proceeding; but
then you know that our love is not a
common love-"
"l-know 1t, Bruce" faltered MISS
Montressor, turning large emerald
ring round and round on her dumpy
little finger, "and if you insist upon
it"
Mr.. Gaynor's handsome eyes flashed
in triumph he was sure of his prize at
last. Poor, forgotten Kate
The sudden wedding of the middle
aged Miss Montressor with the chief
| exquisite of the season made nine
days. sensation at Saratoga. Kate Tai
bot heard of it in due time, and cried a
day and a night before she began to
realize that she had made a fortunate
escape. And Rossmore Wylie came
back from Saratoga just in. time to
| catch her heart in the rebound.
While Mr.. Wylie and Miss Kate Tai
bot were gathering grapes and whisper
ing exceedingly interesting little moth
ings under the green, tremulous shadow
of the arbors at Wellington, after the
most approved style of love-making,
Mr.. and Mrs. Bruce Gaynor were enjoy
ing the grandeur of Niagara.
"Sublime soul enhancing ~ ejacu-
lated Bruce, gently pressing the hand
that lay upon his arm, and looking en-
Enthusiastically upward toward the blind
| in 0f fhn afaro Of