The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1872-11-27
VOLUME -XX---NO. 33

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began to realize that she had made q
fortunate escape. And Rossmore
Wylie came back from Saratoga Just
in time to catch her tin the re-
bound. ei .5yS.s3sfs, 4; .i..its.s
While Mr.. Wylie and Miss Talbot
were gathering grapes and whisper
ing exceedingly Interesting little MOTH
1ings under the green tremulous shad-
ow Of the arbors at Wellington, after
the most approved style of lpve-ma-
king, Mr. and Mrs. Bruce GayDor were
enjoying the grandeur of Niagara. q
"sublimel soul entrancingi eiacus
lated Bruce, gently pressing the hand
that lay upon his arm, aud looking
enthusiastically upward toward the9,
binding spray Of the great cataract.
very nice" ,".said Emily; abseptly.
But am so disappointed about the
"Who's Emily" s;ssio9 grs
j my niece, dear. II thought oofa S
course she dssend me something yeryt /,
nice, for a wedding present; butt
but, =, ..s's' & s 't11s ~ ;4s,,s :
dearest do not weepl Let me
brush the diamond drops away froflt
THAT cheek, = n1urmursd Bruce, lfoars
ishing his pocketbandser se-a
mantically around Emily,s face. /, S .
| I'll can't help it |" sobbed; Mrs.
Gaynor. dts too mean Of Emmy.
She always did oppose my marrying y
but | never thought she would be so 4
lspitsfulr
"We care not for her good or bad
opinion, dear. Your husband is now
lall the world to you, my Emily r. Y,
'Thafs just what she says, the
hateful thingi" g:
aCalm yourself py love. What do ?
we want with her paltry wedding !.
lpresents p sl &sfa sssfff III
ut isn't that, Bruce, but
/ HBut what?" q .faa
aShe's cut off my allowance, the
hardhearted mink and she's sorich.',
"Whatl are there two heiresses ia
the Montressor family 2'' y;5sss
1.-TWO hefresses2 No. What do .
You mean, Bruce 2"
"Do I'-Bruce cleared his throat e
|huskily, and went on understand !,
that-that your niece 2 4
aWhy, you must often have heard
of my niece Emily Montressor, ,she 2
was named after me, the rich heir
ess? And she's a great beauty, too;
at least some people call her so; but
for my part | never could bear those e
yellow-haired blondes.p
q Bruce Gaynor stood staring at the
everlasting tumult Of the american
fall" with eyes that seemed turned s
to stone, while his fair bride prattIed &
on. q sff.ys :
\ "And now she's cut OF my allow
ance and left me without a cent Id
the world, the disagreeable thfngi
Well, it's lucky I've got husband to !:
take care of me now. amt 81 Brucie, 8
dear?"
Bruce Gaynor did NOT answer; he
could not His tongue seem-
ed to cleaye to the roof Of his smoutb;
every drop Of blood 10 bis body stood e :
still. Had he sacrificed his youth a1s
and beauty and brilliant prospects for !
this 2 The gentle Emily had never
looked as, course and unattractive as
she did at this moment, clinging con- !,
idently 10 his arm, with all q wife's
sweet confidence. 49,
And then he remembered sweet :
Kate Talbot, and thought yindictiTe-
ly of Rossmore Wylie.
sHe knew-he must have known
that thereiwere two Emily Montres-
sors," thought Gaynor, clenching his
teeth. "He saw me walk into the
trap, and never opened his lip to-
warn me: Oh, what o fooll what q
double-distilled blockhead I have
beenl" .lis..t
So he had, bnt unfortunatelyit was .
too late for this selfappreciation to
be of any use. he was safely mar
ried to Miss Emily Montressor, but
not to the Emily. And Mr. Gaynor
felt, with a bitter pang Of humiliation
that his snug little piece Of diploma 8
cy had been at utter failure.
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