The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-05-31

Guy Foster pressed the little hand
passionately, looking in the upturned
face all the while.
"Ellen, dearest, Will you be my wife %
he asked, simply.
Ellen Dalmar turned her head away,
and her lover saw the annoyed look on
her face. Instinctively he dropped her
hands.
s'What does this mean, Ellen? Surely
you are not trifing with me?"
"This has gone too far, Mr.. Foster.
Had you been less impulsive, [ should
have saved you the pain of being re-
fused. I am another mans promised
wife" she said proudly.
For the first time, Guy Foster saw
there was yet light enough for that-the
flash of the diamond engagement ring.
$50 the neighbors are correct, for
once in their lives. Allow me to con-
gratulate you. To be an old mans dar-
ling is better-''
"Than a young mans slave. Very
true, Mr.. Foster, especially if the old
man is to my liking. You scoff at the
idea. Be it SO; / do not care. You
ought have known that I should prove
total failure as poor mans WIFE
Hence you have sold yourself for
gold.-Weu,- I only hope it Will bring
you happiness. Good evening, Miss
Dalmar." And, raising his hat, and
bowling low, Guy Foster was gone.
Ellen Dalmar watched him out of
sight, then, with a sigh, she proceeded
indoors. Was she sorry? Perhaps so.
She didn't allow herself any time to
answer this question, for she busted
herself with her toilette until the old
man who was to crown her ambition az
rived. As for Guy Foster, his feelings
of despair soon gave way to Indignation.
All the love he once hadfor her dwindled
and lost itself in contempt. Like all
true lovers, he could not think that
money was first to be considered. True,
he was poor, but he was young also.
The wedding came off in grand style,
and Ellen Dalmar became the stately
Mrs. Howard, the wife of an Admiral.
Surely her ambitious dream was realized.
OF course she lived but to adorn her
husbands palatial home, SO Glendale
lost her.
SO the years passed. Guy Foster had
laf+ No III, Il
ding took place, in order to resume his
profession, that of law. At the end OF
five years We find him in London, with
large and rapidly-increasing practice.
is very little alteration in his looks since
| the day we first saw him.
| He was seated in his office, busily i'm
mersed in law papers, one day; he did
not hear the tap at his door. woman's
voice aroused him.
." Excuse me, sir, but there was nc
one to announce me. Can [ see Mr..
Foster?"
81 am he;" and, looking up, he saw
| the well-known face or Ellen Howard
How changed she was But he would
have known the magnetic eyes any
where.
There was moments silence as the
lady tottered to chair. Guy Foster
| took the enameled card she handed him
as if to read her name.
sc Mrs. Howard, believe. What car
[ do for you?"
''Perhaps you may think me foolish
but since the Admiral's death | dom
think his lawyer has done his best
I've determined to call in other aid
Your name being well known to me,
resolved to call here"
Guy Foster bowed stfliy. He has
heard of the Admirals death.
ssI DO not wish to interfere, Mrs
Howard 1t would be better to keel
with the firm that the Admiral trusted
while living"
There was a look of agony on tn,
woman's face. He never could know
what pain his words caused her. Th
cold man before her evidently did no
guess her real reason for coming.
every well, Mr.. Foster. OF course
had no intention of changing, as far a
my late husbands affairs were concerned
I merely referred to my own privat'
business, which I have shamefully neg
lected." And the woman gave yearn
ing glance toward the partly -turne,
face.
He seemed to be busy thinking. 1
movement of the lady's attracted his at
tention.
81 beg pardon for being so inatten
tive. I was merely making memoran
dunn in my mind. Being lawyer I al
entirely at your service.