The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-10-03
so ridiculous, she has always oppos.

the happiness Of her lifetime to the
Interested motives Of others. You
will be mine, Emily"
"Ah, Bruce, you are so winning !.
| don't know what answer to give
you"
"Say yes, darling"
And Miss Emily Montrcssor said
Ycs.'
But | really am afraid to let
my niccc know, I'm sure she will
oppose it,
any love, We will spare her the
opportunityj we will go quietly to
the church tomorrow and be mar
ricd."
con, Brucc"'
"EmiIy, darling, | am aware that
this is not II common proceeding,
but then you know that our love is
not common love-
w-I know it, Bruce" faItcrcd
Miss Mcntrcssor, turning hugo en-.
cra!d ring round and round ON her
dumpy little finger, and if you in.
Sist 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 mid
dlc-agcd Miss MontrcSsor with the
chief exquisite Of the season made
Il nine days sensation at Saratoga.
Kate Talbot heard of it in due time,
and cried day and Il night before
she began to realize that she had
made Il fortunate escape. And Ross
mere WyIic came back from Sara
toga Just in time to catch her heart
in the rebound.
While Mr.. Wyhc and Miss Kate
Talbot woro gathering grapes and
whispering exceeding interesting lit
tie nothings under the green, trcm-
rIous shadow Of the arbors ut WcId-
ington, attcrthc most approved style
Of love making, Mr. and Mrs. Bruce
Gaynor were enjoying the grandeur
Of Niagara.
Sublime soul enhancing " cjac-
uIatcd Bruce, gently pressing the
hand that lay on his arm, and look
ing enthusiastically Iy upward toward
the binding spray Of the great cat
aract.
every nice" said Emily, absent
Iy. " But Pm so disappointed about
this letter from Emmy"
" Who's Emmy?
"My niece, dear, l thought Of
course, she'd send me something
very nice for 4 wedding present J
but-but-'
Dearest, do not weep! Let me
brush the diamond drops away from
that dear chccl,' murmurcd Bruce,
furnishing his pocket handkerchief
romanticaIly round Emily's face.
T-I cant help it" sobbcd Mrs,
Gaynor. "ts too me"n Of Emmy.
She always did oppose my marry,
ing; but | never thought she would
be SO spltctu." :"
owe carc not for her good or bad
opinion, dear Your husband is all
tho world to you, my EmiIy.'
"That's just what she says, the
hateful thing !"
{" Calm yourself, my love. What
DO ,ce want of her paltry wedding
presents"
at isn't that Bruce, but
"But what?'
=" She's cut of my allowance, the
hard-hcartcd mink; and she so
rich ~
"What are there two hcircsscs
in the Montrcssor family"
"Two hcircsscs ? No What DO
You mean, Brucc?"
"Do I"-Brucc cleared his throat
husltily, and went OH" understand
that-that your niece"
"Why you must Otlcnhavc heard
Of my niece, Emily Montrcssor--
she was named after mc-tho rich
hcrcsS? And she's Il great beauty,
too, at least some people call her so;
but for my part | never could bear
these yellow haired blondes"
Bruce Gaynor stood staring at
the cvGrlaiting tumult Of the Gamer
lean Fail, with eyes that seemed
turned to stone, while his fair bride
prattIed on.
"AYd now she's cut off my allow
ancc, and left mo without IL cent in
IT, .ord, diSagrecabIo thing. Well,
it. IN ky I've got II husband to take
care Of me now; ain't it, Brucic,
dear :"
Bruce Gaynor did not answer, he
literally could not. Ills tongue
seemed to clcavc to his mouth; cv-
cry drop Of blood ia his body stood
still. Had he sacrificed his youth
and beauty and brilliant prospects
for mis-? The gentle Emily had
never looked as coarse and unat.
tractivc Us she did at this moment,
cIinging caressingly to his arm, with
all Il wift's sweet confidence.
And then he rem cmbcrcd sweet
Kate Talbot, and thought vindictivc-
" of Rossmero Wyiic.
&" lie kncw-hc must have known
that there were two Emily MOntrcs.
sors," thought Gaynor, clcnching
his teeth. lie saw me walk into
the trap, and never opened his lips
to warn me. o, what Il fool what
double distilled block-hcad | have
been :"
So he had, but unfortunately it