Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-01-18
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Kate Talbot looked at her watch, and
then ran out in the hall to compare its en-
ameled hands with the pondereus dial of
the old clock on the landing, and then she
looked down the elm-shaded perspective of
the quiet road, and took yet second
glance at the watch, with an impatient sort
of sigh.
She was tall, handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coiled around her head
in a cornet fashion, that harmonizcd 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 q peculiar hazel tint, were full
of dreamy languor, and the pink and white
bloom of her cheeks betokened very plainly
that she had never turned day into night
and night into day, after the approved
fashion of metropolitan bells. No, Kate
Talbot was rustic beauty, fresh and un-
contaminated by the sinister influence of
city life.
Here he comes and he is not alone !"
And within just thirty seconds Miss Tai
bot was on The steps of the Ionic portico,
inclning her head TO Mr.. Rossmere Wylie,
and holding out au eager fluttering land
toward her father. He shook his head.
mo letter, papa %
None, Katy
Rossmeres quick eye scanned kate's
countenaucc as she stood there, a single
rose among her dark tresses, and one hand
slightly holding together the folds of her
blue cashmere. How plainly he saw the
expression of keen disappointment that
nuttered across her perfect Greek features
Kate said Mr.. Talbot, quietly dis
mounting from his horse, somehow it is
difficult for me to believe ia this gay cava-
ler of yours
Papa y
Out of sight, out of mind, is very old
proverb, you know, my dear and it is just
probable, among the attractions OF q lash
iouable watering place, that he has forgot
ten the little wild Hover of the Wellington
hills
Never, papa! You and Rosscmere al
ways were unjustly prejudiced against
him.
Kate spoke with very genuine enthus-
asm. She believed i'll Bruce Gaynor Just
as implicitly as she believed in the liquid
gold of the sunshine at her feet. anu it
seemed impossible that any one else should
for single second doubt his truth aud siu-
cerity.
Rossmere Wyle looked at her with grave
intcntness. Suppose-suppose for an in
stant-that Bruce was taithless He stern
~ checked within himself the upspringIng
throb of his heart Was it for him to build
up a palace OF happiness ON the wreck oi
Kate Taibot's first love
He never cared for her as do y was the
rebellious outcry of his whole nature.
And Rossmerc Wylie resolved to 60 to
Saratoga and survey the field for himself.
Mr.. Bruce Gaynor was walking up and
down the broad piazza, in the afternoon
sunslIiuc 1t was certainly very consider
ate of him to give the young ladies such n
tine opportunity of admring his dark eyes
aud rich Spanish complexion, and eXqu-
site hgure-''the glass Of fashion ana the
mould of form" Bruce felt he was capti-
waiting, and completely forgot that he had
intended TO devote that particular after
noon TO writing to Miss Talbot, the pretty
Wellington girl, who made sIch an i'm
preston upon him.
Have you heard who arrived this morn
ing, Gaynor p
Colouel Medford's hand, laid lightly on
Mr.. Gaynor's shoulder, arrested his saun-
tering movements.
No; any one worth cultivating p
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 hat boxes. There's
chance for you, young man, if you want
rich wife,
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes sparkled.
Introduce me-
Cant, unfortunately, haven't the honor
OF a personal acquaintance myself; but
can tell you who cam
'Who?'
'Wylie, he came yesterday-Rossmere
Wylie, you know he's a cousin or some
thing of the golden damsel. And there
she Is now y
Bruce Gaynor WINGED little.
What that fat, dawdy little concern by
the door Why, l thought she was u
beauty p
80 she is, considered from finaucia!
point of view. My dear fellow, don't be
hypocriucal.' ... ..
Why. she's forty if she's 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; tell you,
I'D go in for the prize quick enough, if
wasn't already mortgaged to Mrs. Med
ford, bless her dear little heart. Why
don't you think the matter overT'
Bruce Gaynor did think the matter over;
aud made up his mind in very short order.
Good evening, Mr.. Wylie,' said he, in
honeyed accents, half nm hour or so later,
as he encountered Rossmere. Il believe |
had the pleasure of meeting you at Weld
ington.'
Mr.. Wylie inclined his head frigidly.
II understand Miss Montressor is your
cousin, and had resolved to ask at your
hands the privilege of an introduction.
II shall be happy to obige you Mr.. Gay
nor" said Rossmere, with the slightest per-
ceptible shrug of his shoulders "and pre-
sume my cousin Emily will be gratitied
with the acquaintance.
So Mr.. Gaynor was formally presented
10 the list as candidate for the smiles of
Emily MontressOr.N
She was not handsome. Her hair was
thin and rusty brown, her eyes didn't both
look in the same direction, and she uu-
doubtedly wore false teeth. But then
Bruce remembered her money, and looked
at her through a perspective golden haze
that made her very lovely.
i do not really know what to do about
Katy Talbot though Mr.. Gaynor to him
self, uneasily twisting up the pink envelope
that had enwrapped her last glowing inn