The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-06-04

| girl whose mother was dead went TO live
in the family of Mavis' distant relative
awhile, until the return of her father from
California Her name was Emily De Ruy
ter: Her mother, long since dead, had
been friend of Mavs' relatives. My
story is perfectly commonplace story,
you see, all bat the ending OF It. That is
anything but commonplace think. Emily
De Ruyter became passionately attached
to Mavis. Nearly all boys and girls did.
Emily looked up to Mavis as an orieie,the
pattern of all that was worth while in
i this world
MY papa is coming home in month"
she said one day. "I'm sure he will like
you Ny papa is very, very rich"
VERY rich people are almost always
snobs, my child" replied Mavis calmly.
She had found that out in her experience
with the world. Doubtless you've noticed
the same fact yourself.
Il do not know whether papa is snob
or not" sad Emily, graveIy; "but don't
think he is.
Julian De Ruyter returned to the States,
and came at cnce to visit his daughter.
He was, indeed, very, very rich. He
wore on his little finger ring worth
more money than Mavis had to spend in
five years. He was an Insignificant little
man, with gold dollars enough to load a
ship, almost. Commercially, lie could
heap together gold taste than any other
m0neymaklng machine on Pacific coast /;
socially, he was a clumsy, dried up who'd
en- stick This was the man who admired
MGvis the moment he saw her, and at
length wanted to exhibit her as his wife,
just as his match making little daughter
had hoped. De Ruyter and his daughter
and Mayis rode out together everywhere;
De Ruyter sent new music and bouquets
IN ieweled vases, to Mavls, asked her to
occupy his box at the opera with his
daug liter and himself. ana all that-"lhe
usual thing" in short.
Papa is coming to see you to-nig mt, "
said young Emily De Ruvter, one Cay.
Gle wants to see you particular. Dean
Mayis, tell him yes, won't you? We'd all
be so happy" said the pretty creature,
laying her head Fondly on Mavis' shoulder.
I'll th;uk about 1t"
That evening Mavis sat alone Ia her
room, looking dreariIy out the window,
when Julian De Ruyter came into the hall
below. She heard him ask for her. It
was but n gloomy, drizzly night outside.
Half dozen disguised stars glimmeled
here and there, under protest. and a wash
ed-out little last months moon hung fee
bly, above the eastern horizon. The stars
had no comfort for anybody that night,
MAvis glanced at the sky, and took her
head in.
"TneIe's that little, old, dim. blur-eyed
mt on looking at i2e," she slld;"and down
stairs there's my little, olj, DIM, bluI-eyed
man waiting for me. Coming my dear
An hour batter, atter Mavis had played
backgammon with her little old man. and
sang beautiful Venice" to him, because
it was The fashion, the little blur-eyed
oney-making machine turned its face to
her and said, in tone exactly as If it was
asking her to have a lennon ice;
"Wiil you marry me, Miss Mavis?'
she lad her hand coldly and calmly
upon the machines hand, not a heart beat
quickening nor white eyelId quiyering,
and answered back: 3
Il will, Mr.. DE Ruyter.'
Mavis had her rich husband.
There was no nonsense about it, You
see. They were married shortly and had
q very grand wedding, in which nothing
looked cut of place except the bride
groom. After the wedding they went
Emily De Ruytey and all, to EXHIBIT
their gold and gorgeousness in Mavis' Old
home. The ancient Doctor looked keen
iy at Mavis' husband and rubbed his old, |
bad poll again. .....,.a
"Are you happy, my glrl?" ne asked
Mavis -
''Yes," SAID Mavis ''it's nice to be mar
ried, because then you needn't talk only |
when you are a mind to. raesfsr Il
But the Doctor rubbed his old bald poll |
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