The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-11-07
MARRIED FOR MONEY.

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
dewn 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 ,.round her head
lin coroner 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 peculiar hazel tint, were
full of dreamy langor. aud the pink and
white bloom Of her cheek betokened 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 rustic beauty, fresh
and uncontAminated by the sinister infu-
encea of city life.
"Here he comes, and he is not alone !"
And within just thirty seconds Miss
Talbot was on the steps of the Ionic por
tico, inclining her head to Mr.. Rossmere
Wylis, and holding out an eager, futter-
ing hand toward her father. He shook
| his head.
mo letters, papS?"
"Rossmere's quick eye scanned Kate's
countensnce as she stood there, a single
rose among her dark tresses, and one hand
| slightly holding together the folds of her
cashmere shawl, How plainly he saw the
expression of keen disappointment that
t1uttered across her perfect Greek features.
Kate, said Mr.. Talbot, quietly dis
mounting from his horse, somehow it is
difficult for nae to believe in this gay cav
alier of yours"
Papa"
"Out of sight, out of mind" is very
old proverb, you know, my dear; and it is
just possible, among the attractions of
fashionable watering place, that he has
| forgotten the little wild flower Of the
Wellington hills"
Meyer, papa! You and Rossmers al
ways were unjustly prejudlced agains:
him"
Kate spoke with very genuine enthu-
siasm. 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 single second doubt his truth
and sincerity.
Rosssmere Wylie looked at her with
grave intentness. Suppose-suppOse for
an instant-that Bruce was faithless He
sternly checked within himself the up
spriDgng throb of his heart. Was it for
him to build up palace of happiness or
the wreck of Kate Tablets first love?
HE nsyer cared for her as l do p was
the rebellious sutcry of his whole nature.
And Rossmere Wylie resolved to 90 to
Saratoga and survey the field for himself
Mr.. Bruce Gaynor was walking up and
down the broad piazza, in tho afternoon
sunshine. 1t was certainly very considerate
OF him to give the young ladies such
fine opportunity OF admiring his dark
4 eyes, rich Spanish complexion and exquis-
ite fgure-"the gloss of fashion and the
mold of form" Bruce felt that he was
captivating, and completely forgot that
he had intended to devote that particu-
lar afternoon to writing to Miss Talbot,
the pretty Wellington girl who had made
such an Impression upon him.
"Havs you heard who arrived this
morning Gaynor?"
Col. Melford's hand, laid lightly upon
Mr. Gaynor"s shoulder arrested his saun-
tering movements.
"No; any one worth cultivating?"
"Miss Montressor."
"Miss MontreSsor, the heiress! Why,
| thought she was to be among the White
Mountains"
"She has changed her mind, apparently;
at all events, here she is, with nineteen
trunks and no end to the boxes. There's
chance for you, young man, if you wsAt
rich wife,"
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes spark
led.
"Introduce me-"
Cant unfortunately; haven't the honor
of personal acquaintance myself; but 1
can tell you who can"
| "WhO?" .r.-.
"Wylis; he came esterday-Rossmer
Wylie, you know; he's cousin or some
thing of the golden damsel. And there
she is now |"
Bruce Gaynor WINGED little.
"What that fat, dowdy little concern
by the door? Why, thought she was a
beauty"
$50 she is, considered fr0m financial
point of view. Ny dear fellow, don't be
hypocritical."
"Why. she's forty fishes day; 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 I tell
ysu, I'd go in for the prize quick enough,
if wasn't already mortgaged to Mrs.
Melford, bless her dear little heart. You
are the bsst-!ooking fellow here. Why
don't you think the matter over ?"
Bruce Gaynor did think the matter
over. and made up his mind in very short
order.
"Good evening Mr.. Wylie," said he, in
hall hA,1~ lat