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

Oh, dear, wish he would comeP
Kate Talbot looked at her watch, and
then ran out in the hall to compare its
enameled hands with the ponderous
dial of the old clock on the landing,
and then she looked down the elm
shadowed perspective of the quiet road,
and took yet a 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 a coronet fashion, that harmon
lied with the royal way she had of
throwing back her slender white throat,
and the stately grace of her every mo-
tion. Her eyes, large and soft, of Pc
culiar hazel tint, were full of dreamy
languor, and the pink and white bloom
of her cheeks betokeued very plainly
that she had never turned day into
night and night into day, after the ap
proved fashion of metropolitan bellies.
No, Kate Talbot was a rustic beauty,
fresh aud uncontaminated by the sinis-
ter influences of city life.
Here he comes, and he is not
aloneP
And within just thirty seconds Miss
Talbot was on the steps of the Ionic
portico, inclining her head to Mr.. Ross
more Wylie, and holding out an eager,
futtering hand toward her father. He
shook his head.
No letter, papa ?'
I" None, Katy"
"Rossmore's quick eye scanned Kate's
countenance as she stood there, a single
rose among her dark tresses, and one
hand slightly holding together the folds
of her blue cashmere shawl. How plain
ly he saw the expression of keen disap-
pointment that fitted across her per-
feet Greek features.
Kate" said Mr.. Talbot, quietly dis
mounting from his horse, =" somehow it
is difficult for me to believe in this gay
cavalier of yours"
"Papal"
"Out of sight, out of mind" is a very
old proverb, you know, my dear and
it is just possible, among the attractions
of a fashionable watering place, that he
has forgotten the little wild flower of
the Wellington hills"
"Never, papa You and Rossmore
always were unjustly prejudiced against
him."
Kate spoke with genuine enthusiasm.
She believed in Bruce Gaynor just as
implicitly as she believed in the LIQUID
gold of the sunshine at her feet, and it
seemed impossible that any one else
should for a single second doubt his
truth and sincerity.
Rossmore Wylie looked at her with
grave intentness. Suppose e-suppose
for an instant-that Bruce was faithless
He sternly checked with himself the
upspringing throL of his heart. Was it
for him to build up a palace of happi-
ness on the wreck of Kate Talbot's first
love?
"He never cared for her as do l''
was the rebellious outcry of his whole
nature.
And Rossmore Wylie resolved to go
to Saratoga and survey the field for
himself.
Mr.. Bruce Gaynor was walking up and
down the broad piazza, in the afternoon
sunshine. 1t was certainly very con-
siderate of him to give the young Ia
dies such fine opportunity of admir-
ing his dark eyes, rich Spanish COM
plexion, 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 to
writing to Miss Talbot, the pretty
Wellington girl who had made such an
impression upon him.
Have you heard who arrived this
morning, Gaynor?"
Col. Melford's hand, laid lightly upon
Mr.. Gaynor's shoulder, arrested his
sauntering movements.
"No; any one worth cultiVating ?'
" Miss Montressor."
{" Miss Montressor, the heiress? Why,
1 thought 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 hat
boxes. There's chance for you, young
man, if you want rich wife,"
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes spar
killed..
g Introduce mel
Cant, unfortunately haven't the
honor of personal acquaintance my
self; but can tell you who can"
who ?'
Wylie; he came yesterday--Rossmore
Wylie, you know he's cousin or some
thing of the golden damsel. And there
she is new ~
Bruce Gaynor WINGED little.
What that fat, dowdy little con