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"Miss MOntrcssor."
Miss Montrcssor, the horess ?
Why, Thought she was to be among
the White Mountains"
"Sho has changed her mind, ap
parently; at all events, here she is
with nincteon trunks and no end to
The hat boxes. There II chance for
loi young man, if you want rich
wife,
Bruce Gaynor's h ndsomo eyes
sparhlcd.
Introduce me-"
"Cnnt unfortunately; haven't the
honor Of u personal acquaintance
myself; but | can tell you who can
Who?"
"Wylio; he came yesterday
Rossmcre WyIie, you know; he's II
y cousin or s mothing Of the golden
damsel. And there she isnow!"
Bruce Gaymor WINGED little.
What that fat, dowdylittlo con
Germ by the door? Why, | thought
she was beauty"
$50 she is, considered from u f.
nancial point Of view. My dear feI-
low, don't be hypcrcriticol."
"Why, she's forty, if she's day;
and I'll wager my diamond SHIRT
StGds that her tee.h h are false
{" Very possibly; but only think
of her bank stock and railroad
shares! tell yon I'd 90 in for the
prize quick enough, if it wasn't al
ready mortgagod to Mrs Meltord,
bless her dear little heart. You're
the best looking fellow here. Why
don't you think the matter over?'
Bruce Haynor did think the mat
ter over, and made up his mind in
very short order.
Good evening, Mr.. Wylie," said
he, in honeyod accents, half an hour
or 50 later, us he encountered Ross
mere.
"Mr. Wylie inclined his head frig-
idly
Il understand Miss Montrcssor is
cousin, and | have resolved to ask at
vour hands the privilege of an Intro
duction.'
81 shall be happy to oblige you
Mr. Gaynor," said Rossmcro, with
the slightest perceptible shrug Of his
shoulders; "aud | presume my cous-
in Emily will be gratiliel with your
acquaintance.
SO Mr.. Gaynor was formally pre-
sented in the lists as candidate
for tho smiles Of Miss Emily Mon
tress)r,
She certainly was not handsome.
Her hair was thin and rusty brown,
her eyes didn't both look in the same
direc ion, and she undoubtedly wore
false teeth. But then Bruce remcm.
hcrcd her money, and looked ut her
through u deceptive golden haze that
made Ter very lovely.
don't really know what to do
about Katy Talbot" thought Mr..
Gaynor to himself, uneasily twisting
up tho pink envelope that had en-
wrapped her last glowing, impulsiye
loving little cpistle. 81 was IA great
fool TO allow myself to get so en-
tangled, but it isn't too late yet to
back ont gracefully. | guess won't
answer her letter; women are goner-
ally pretty quick to take u hint Of
that sort Katy's very pretty, and
very much in earnest; but then
Katy hasn't the cash, and it really is
every mans duty to look our for
number one.
Thus cogitating, Bruce Gaynor
lighted his cigar with the pink en-
yclopc; while poor Kate Talbot,
looking out through the amethyst
glow Of the August twilight won
dcrcd and wondered, and grew
heart sick at her lovers strange 81.
lcncc.
And Ro3smcrc Wyiic watched
the curious development of the little
life drama that was being enacted
under his eyes with contemptlous
indignation.
al hcartIcss scounurcI - he
thought. "Katc will be rid Of him.
And yet, poor girl, she did believe
in him. Well, this is strange
world we live in. If 4 man steals Il
five dollar bill, he is sent to prison
if he steals Il woman's heart, to fling
it away when he is tired Of !hc play |
thing. he's Il hero and a Jrcur chcr1.
he,! Bon rougr, Mr.. Bruce Gaynor
| shall certainly not interfere in
aoy of your nice little arrange.
mcntr.
Yet Rossmcrc WyIie felt certain
thrill of delight is he thought of
Kate Talbot free, and disCnchantcd |
once more from tho glamour that !
had hung around her life.
August was gone and over; the
golden orb of the full September
moon was looking calmly INTO the
curtaincd recess Of the huge bay |
window where Mr.. Bruce Gaynor
had gone gracefully down on his |
knees to Miss Emily Montrcssor at |
ter the most romantic fashion.
"My Emily. my hearts own
peerless treasure" !"
"Do YOU really love me" lispcd
the middIc.agcd charmsr, with an
attempt to be arch.
"Ah, Emily, have felt Of late
how utterly impossible it will be for
me to be happy away from your
smiles. You will marry me, dearest!
You will give me the right to call