Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1872-02-29

with a thrill OF tender recOllecuon-
Miss Esterbrook, with all her golden
charms, could never hope to rival her.
Yet, as the weeks went by, his
thoughts and ideas changed. The
yellow luster of the gold-worshipping
atmosphere in which he lived seemed
to wrap him round the surface glitter
of society; ideas gradually uprooted
the old dogmas and axioms of his
youthful faith And one evening,
carried away by the witchery and en-
chantment of the hour, he proposed
to Sarah Esterbrook, and was &C
cepted
Congratulations poured in upon
him the next day:
You're the luckiest dog going,
Dalmayne," cried one.
81 only wish l were in your Shoes"
echoed a second.
And Henry, dazzled by the brillian-
cy of his prospects, believed that he
was really most fortunate man. For,
according to popular rumor, he was
going to marry one of the richest girls
in London. And Uncle Peckham
took to himself all the credit for the
whole.
This is better than plodding on
ones whole lifelong behind a count
ing DESK cried Ralph, joyously rub
bing together his lean and wrinkled
palms. "A young man of enterprise
and resolution can accomplish ahy
thing he sets about days, es-
pecially if, like you, Dalmayne, he
happens to be tolerably good looking" "
A man does not usually degenerate
into villain all at once and when
Henry Dalmayne sat down to write to
Lillias, his frame of mind was proba-
bly, far from .enviahle. But he got the
letter wrote somehow. He wrote
that no answer would be expected,
and no answer came.
Three months after, just as the prep
arations for the much talked of Es-
Textbook -Dalmayne wedding were cul-
minating, he Glanced to meet John
Hawley in the street-John's mother
lived at small place adjoining the
Raymonds farm. Dalmayne stopped
with real pleasure on his face.
''John, is it you? Stop a minute
and tell me the news
There isn't much news" quoth
John, rather sulkily. In common
with most of the neighbors, he was
inclined to think that Henry Dal
mayne had behaved very ill; ''except
that Lilly Raymond is well, and pret-
tier than ever''
"Ah" Henry tried to speak care
lessly, but without signal success.
Sand Squire Ingoldsby's son is
getting pretty attentive in that quar-
ter" went on John; land old Robert
Raymond died out in Indiana last
Winter, and left Lilly a clean thirty
thousand pounds"
did he? l am glad of that"
So LilIias was an heiress, after all
Would it not have been better-bu
Dalmayne resolutely checked the half
formed conjecture iu his mind H,
had put his hand to the plow; it wai
too late to look back now. Yet Ii,
wondered if Arthur. .Ingoldshy would
value, as he had done, the priceless
treasure of Lillias' love.
He told himself that he was glaC
things had happened as they had
but he knew, in spite of it all, tha
he would have felt better if Lilly hac
pined after him, just a little. Al
women are alike, and all men-psnaw
there was no use in troubling his brail
further about the matter Uncle Peck
ham met him on the threshold with
troubled look.
Have you heard the rumor, Dal
mayne? Or, well, of course, it ca
be nothing but a rumor The hous
Of Esterbrook E Esterbrook is to
we'll established to be shaken by
mere fall in French stocks
"What do you allude to- he asked
not comprehending his uncle's mean
ing in the abstraction of his mind.
why, people are whispering abo L
that the Esterbrooks have failed"
! And before the sun went down OF
Change, the whisper became a trum
pet voice-the rumor was true. Es
terbrook & Esterbrook had failed
: and Dalmayne was engaged to n pen
t niless bride. Henry Dalmayne, thoug
) a weak and vacillating man, was n
: scoundrel, He married Sarah Ester
brook, and lives with her now in
Cover street lodging house, dali
5 growing more and more weary Of hi
life, while in his heart he cherishes tn
l sweet memory of LilIias Raymond
! now another mans wife.
| He had broken his plight, given u
the tenderest aspirations of his SOU
: and blighted his whole future to MARI
, an heiress; and he had missed I'll
heiress after all Our Ot0n Fircsid
American BacI<shcesh.
e There is scarcely any one thing s
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