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Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes

Bruce Gaynor's handsome eye
sparkled.
I Introduce me-"
| "Can't, unfortunately !, haven't til,
honor Of a personal acquaintance my
self; but can tell you who can"
! who" stsf
"WyIie; he came yesterday Ross
more Wylie, you know; he's a cousin
or something of the golden damsel
And there she is nowl'st ..5.'
Bruce Gaynor WINGED ! little.
"What that fat, doRdy little con
Germ by the door7 Why, L though
she was beauty"
$50 she is, considered from finan
clal point OF view. My dear fellow
don't be hypercritical.",
why, she's forty if she day, ant
I'll wager my diamond shirt stud
that her Teeth are false ~ sS,i.s. =
,"Very possibly; but only think o
her bank-stock: and railroad sharesi
tell you, I'd 90 in for the prize quicl
enough, if I wasn't. already mortga
| Eged to Mrs. Melford, bless her dea
little heart. You're the best looking
fellow here. Why don't yon thiDi
the matter er2" "58j4 ~
Bruce Gaynor did think the matter
over, and made up his: mind in very
short order. -. e.
"Good evening, Mr.. Wylie," said he
in honeyed accents, half an hour OF
so later, as he encountered Rossmore
II believe I had the pleasure Of meet
ling you at Wellington"
Mr. Wylie inclined his head frigid
ly.
II understand Miss Montressor il
your cousin, and had resolved te
ask at your hands the privilege ot
an introduction.
II shall be happy to obligeyog, Mr.
Gaynor," said Rossmore, with ,the
slightest perceptible 5shrug Of his
shoulders; and I presume my cousin
Emily will be gratifed with the &C.
'quaintance." -
So Mr.. Gaynor was formally pre-.
sented in the list as a candidate for
the smiles of Emily Montressor. t
She certainly was not handsome.
Her hair was thin and rusty brown,
her eyes didn't look both in the came
direction, and she undoubtedly wore
false teeth But then Bruce remem-
bered her money, and looked at her
througha deceptive golden, haze that
made her very lovely.
"I do not really know what to do
about Katy Talbot" thought Mr..
Gaynor to himself, guneasily twisting
up the pink envelop that had enwrap-
ped her last glowing, inpulsive, loving
little epistle. II was o great fool TO
allow myself to get so entangled, but
isn't too late to back out gracefully.
| guess I wort answer her letter !;
women are generally pretty quick TO-
take a hint of that sort. Katy is very
pretty, and very much in earnest; !;
but then Katy hasn't got the cash,
and it really is every man's duty to
look out for number ono" st,54 -
Thus cogitatipg, Bruce Gaynor:
lighted his cigar with the pink envel-
ope, while poor Kate Talbot, looking
out through the amethyst glow Of
the August twilight, wondered and
ane grew heart-sick at her
overs strange silence. :5
And Rossmore Wylie watched the
curious devolopement Of the little life
1rama that was being enacted under
lis eyes with contemptuous indigna-
ion.
"a heart tless wretch !" he thought /
Kate will be we'll rid of him. And
yet, poor girl, she did believe in him.
Well, this is a strange world that we
i've in. If q man steals q FIVE dollar
bill he is sent to prison; if he steals a
woman's heart, to fling it away when
be is tired of the pIaything, he's a
nero and q preur chevalier ! Bon voy-
age, Mr.. Bruce Gaynor. I shall GER
;ainly not interfere in any Of your
1ice little arrangements"
Yet Rossmere Wylie felt q certain
thrill of delight as he thought of
Kate Talbot free, and disenchanted
once more from the glamour that had
hunu around her life 90
August was gone and over; the
golden orb Of the full September
moon was looking calmly into the
,urtaiped recess Of the huge bay win
low where Mr.. Bruce Gaynor had
gone gracefully down on his knees to
Miss Emily Montressor, after the
most romantic fashion.
my Emily my hearts own peer
ess treasure r.
"Do you really love me?" lisped
The middle-aged charmer, with an at
tempt 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 you my
own p ..
''But, Bruce" faltered the fair one
II am 80 much older than youw
"a year orso, perhaps, darling; but
what does that signify to hearts that
are congenial3"
"And then my niece will think it so
ridiculous; she has always opposed
tho idea of my marrying"
"My Emily should not sacrifice the
Of her lifetime in the inter
ested motives of others. You will be
mine, Emily?"
"Ah, Bruce, you are SO winningl I
don't know what answer to give you"
"Say yes, durling."
And Miss Montressor said eyes"
"But I am really afraid to let my
niece know ; I'm sure she will oppose
it."