Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-04-13

| be bought and sold in the matrimonial
market. ! love Ruth Murray-and l hall
| marry herr
And from this position no storm of
tears, reproaches, or -upbraidings could
induce him TO swerve one hairs breadth.
1t was not pleasant to be seen, this do
mestic whirlwind; but was not Ruth
Murray worth them alls
And, when will you be my wife,
Ruths''
Only wait until February, Charles, -
pleaded the blue-eyed little damsel. !"
have only one relation in the world-my
uncle-and he Is coming to this country
on the 'Severus.' l should like him to
be present at my marriage"
So Charles Trevor waited, much against
his will.
Maria Trevor came into the drawing
room, one evening, full charged with the
fashionable on DIT of the day.
Mamma, everybody is talking about
this Gen. Murray, who has arrived from
India on the 'Severus.' Mr. De Lay says
he is one of the richest private citizens in
the United States, and he has niece who
is to be Ills sole heiress. Couldn't we
| contrive TO make their acquaintance? Oh,
II Charles wasn't such an infatuated mad
man about his dress maker girlr'
It's the same name" unused Mrs. Ire
vor; surely they cannot be connected. +"
Maria laughed contemptuously.
Gen. Murray connected with a dress
maker: that looks likely, don't its"
And Mrs. Trevor owned to herself that
the idea had been very vague and vision
airy one.
The wedding was to be very quiet
Ruth had insisted upon this-and as she
walked to the church dressed in neat
gray travelling guise, leaning contidingly
on the arm of her future husband, sud
den memory flashed across Charles IRE
vor's brain.
81 thought you expected an uncle,
Ruth ?"
"He will meet us at the church,
Charles
land you've never even told me his
name"
His name s-Gen. Murray"
What-not The Gen. Murrayg"
Il think there is but one Gen Muir
ray" said Ruth, smiling at her lovers
establishment.
Hallor calculated Charles, stopping
short and staring down into the blue
eyes" and are you the heiress that half
the world is gossiping abouts"
believe so, Charley"
Charles Trevor never spoke another
word until the marriage ceremony re-
quired his voice, and hardly knew wheth-
er he was awake or dreaming, when his
little wife introduced him TO the tall,
white-haired old gentleman who had
given her away, as Uncle Archibald"
Young man." said Gen. Murray,
"my niece tells me she has married you
under false pretenses-do you regret the
transaction"
Not bit of it," said Charles, heart
lily. 81 don't care whether she's dress
maker or heiress, as long as she 10 my
own little Ruth. .
" 1t was her own caprice" said the old
gentleman, laughing. The fact is, Ruth
was so afraid of becoming a victim to
some devouring fortune hunter -"
THAT she turned dressmaker in self
Defense" said Ruth, finishing her uncle's
sentence for him. x ate Wardley and
Miss Mackenzie-who had once been my
mothers maid-were alone cognizant OF
my secret, and they have kept it well.
Now it is no longer a secret. "Oh,
Charley, how ! trembled that night al
Wardley Place, lest you should withdraw
your love when--wheu told you that |
was only dressmaKer."
81 loved you, Ruth" said honest
Charles, all unconscious that any other
explanation was possible.
And Ruth looked triumphsntly at her
uncle with eyes that said, Have l not
won prizes" .s.-
Uncle Archibald wiped his spectacles
anu smiled, and said nothing. To him
Ruth was the dearest thing in all the
world, and he could fully sympathize with
Mr.. Charles Trevor ~
Mrs. Ruth welcomed her mother and
sister in-law 70 her palace home with a
sweet frankness and cordial welcome that
almost persuaded Maria into the belief
that she had entirely forgotten that little
episode in Miss Mackenzie's room; and
Maria loves dearly to talk TO her fashion
able friends about darling little Sister
Ruth--the heiress, you know, that Charley
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