Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-01-18
ed and grew heart-sick at her lovers strange

"A heartless wretch y he thought. Kate
will be rid of him. And yet, poor girl, she
did believe in him. Well this is strange
world we live in. If man steals five
dollar bill, he is sent to prison; if he steals
a woman's heart, to fling it away when he
is tired of the plaything, he's a hero and
a preux chcvalier Bon voyage, Mr..
Bruce Gaynor. shall certainly not inter-
fere in any Of your nice little arrange
ment.'
Yet Rossmore Wylie felt certain thrill
of delight as he thought of Kate Talbot
free, and disenchanted once more from the
glamour that had hung around her life.
August was gone and over; the golden
orb of the September moon was looking
calmly into the curtained recess ofthe huge
bay window, where Mr.. Bruce Gaynor had
gone gracefully down on his knees TO Miss
Emily Montressor, after the most approved
fashion.
My Emily my hearts own peerless
treasure y
DO you really love me 7" lsped the
middle aged charmer, with an attempt to
be arch.
'Ah, Emily, have felt of late how ut
tcrly impossible it will be for me to be hap
py away from your smiles. You will mar
ry me, dearest You will give me the
rlBut 10 call you my own =
But Bruce faltered the fair one, Il
am so much older than you y
a year or so, perhaps, darling but
what does that signify to hearts that are
congenial p
And then my niece will think it so rdi-
culous, she has always opposed the idea Of
my marrying
My Emily should not sacrifice the hap
pincss of her lifetime in the interested mo-
tives of others. You will be mine, Emf
ly.'
'Ah, Bruce, you are so winning don't
know what answer to give you.'
Say yes, darling
But / am really afraid to let my niece
know; Pm sure she will oppose it,
MY love, we will spare her the opportu-
nifty we will 90 quietly 10 the church to-
morrow and be married.
oh, Bruce y
Emily, my darling, am aware that
this is not common proceeding but then
you know our love is not common love-
IL know it Bruce faltered Miss Mon
trcssor, turning a huge emerald ring round
and round on her dumpy little finger, and
if you insist upon it,
Mr.. Gaynor's handsome eyes flashed in
triumph he was sure of his prize ut last
Poor forgotten kats.
The sudden wedding of the middle-aged
Mss Montressor with the chief exquisite of
the season made n nine days wonder at
Saratoga. Kate Talbot heard of it in due
time; and cried day and night before
she began to realize that she had made n
fortunate escape. And Rossmere Wylie
came back from Saratoga just in time TO
catch her heart IN the rebound.
While Mr.. Wylie and Miss Kate Talbot
were gathering grapes and whispering eX-
ceedingly interesting little nothngs under
the green tremulous shadows of the arbors
a. Wellington, after the most approved
style of love making, Mr.. and Mrs. Gay
nor were enjoying the grandeur of Niagara
Sublime soul enhancing = calculated
Bruce, gently pressing the hand that lay
on his arm, and looking enthusiastically up
ward toward the binding spray of the great
cataract.
Very NICE said Emily, absently. But
I'm 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 n
wedding pre- sent; but-but
dearest do not weepl Let me brush
the diamond drops away from that cheek, ~
murmured Bruce fiourishing his pocket
handkerchief ro.nanticalv around Emily's
face.
'I-I can't hold it," sobbed Mrs. Gay
nor. ''Its too mean of Emmy. She always
did oppose my marrying; but l never
thought she would be SO spiteful."
1--WE care not for her good or bad OPP
inion, dear. Your husband is now all the
world to you, my Emily"
That's just what she says, the hate
full thing |"
Calm yourself, my love. What do we
want of her paltry wedding present 7
at isn't than, Bruce, bat--''
'She's cut OFT my allowance, the hard
hearted mink and she so rich"
I'VE are there two heiresses in the
Montressor family"
1.-TWO heiresses No. What do you
mean, Bruce.r
"Do I"-Bruce cleared his throat huski-
ly, and went on--''understand that-that
is your niece
"Why, you must often have heard of my
niece, Emily Mon n.ressOr-she was named
after me-the rich heiress ? And she's Il
great beauty, too; at least some people call
her so ; buG for my part | never could like
those yellow haired blondes"
Bruce Gaynor stood staring at the ever
lasting tumult of the American Fall, with
eyes that seemed turned to stone, while his
fair gride prattled on.
"And now she's cut off my allowance
and left me without u cent in the world, the
dlsagreeable thing Well, it's lucky I've
got a husband to take care ofme now, amt
it, Bruce, dear 20
Bruce Gaynor did not answer F; he liter
ally could not. His tongue seemed to
cleave to the roof of his mouth every drop
of blood in his body stood still. Had he
sacrificed his youth and beauty and bril-
liant prospects for this The gentle. Emily
had never looked as she did at this mo-
meut, clinging confdingly to his arm, with
all wife's sweet confidence.
And then he remembered sweet Kate
Talbot, and thought vindictively of Ross
mere Wylie.
"EIe knew-he must have known that
there were two Emily Montressors, 4"
thought Gaynor, clenehing his teeth. HE
saw me walk into the trap, aud never open
ed his lips to warn me. o, what a fool !
what double distilled blockhead l have
been ~ ...... r.... t.
So he had, but unfortunately it was too
late for this self.appreciation 10 be of any
use. He was safely married to Miss Emily