Connecticut western news., 1878-10-02
Sir Harry's Bride.
THE TRUTHFUL STORY OF AN ENGLISH
 BARONET.

THE TRUTHFUL STORY OF AN ENGLISH
 BARoNET.
 It was always mystery to his friends why Sir Harry Gumbleton, with all the snubbings he received followed in the train of Lady Betty Selwyn. Sir Harry was 8 young baroDet of "most unex- ceptionable address, as they said in those days. He wore the bluest of coats, the gayest Of waistcoats, the brightest of buttons. He was handsome, rich, and in every way eligible as suitor. He had fine estate at Blankshire, fine town-house in Berkeley square, and a fine income to back up both. Lady Betty played sad havoc with his heart, for he loved her most devotedIy, and while knowing that she was an arrant hirt, he hoped and believed that she would soon tire of all this, accept his offer of heart and hand and settle down into quiet married life with him. Love is so blind, you know.
 We'll, Lady Betty played with Sir Harry's heart as the angler plays at times with the trout on his hook. She would treat him coldly until his heart would cool way down into zero, and when he had about given up in despair, then she would come around all smiles and sunshine. and poor Sir Harry would find himself ur ill the seventh heaven of joy.
 At a party one night Sir Harry had drawn Lady Betty away from the throng of happy ones, and as she leaned over the stone balustrade of summer house he pleaded and pleaded with her.
 "Lady Betty, he began and hesitated
 Instantly her handsome face was -turned to him, and he felt the full power of her lustrous dark eyes.
 Overcome entirely, he could not speak, but he seized her hand and pressed it to his lips, regardless of possible spectators in the square below.
 You will-you will be mine ?" he gasped, .incoherently.
 "We shall see," answered my lady, smiling sweetly. z" I think I must trouble you to ask for the coach, dear Sir Harry. D
 Say thatagain-say that word again, my sweetest Betty l'' exclaimed the bar onet, crazy with delight. "To be called dear by your lips, my angel p
 "Hush-sh p cried Lady Betty, hold ing up warning finger; "y you will be overheard. Come and see me tomorrow in the afternoon. There is my mother beckoning to me. I must follow her. Good night"
 And, like some celestial vision, she had vanished.
 Slr Harry, in paroxysm of joy, and hardly believing his senses, stumbled down stairs in time to hand his fair charmer and her noble mother into thei1 coach, and immediately afterward he seized his hat and overcoat, and hastened across to his own house the ot her side oi the square.
 Two young men of the denomination which was then termed syoung buck, J were standing on Lady Jezebel's door steps as the infatuated Baronet rushed out.
 Sheath how drunk Sir Harry is to. night r said one, laughing.
 "'Tis wine called Lady Betty that has turned his brain this time, returned the other, "and, mark my words, bell feel the effects all the rest of his life" '"
 Alas poor Sir Harry. The next day after night of deliriously happy dreams, he was in his club room. anC learned the sad news that very late al night his golden chain had been ruth lessly broken.
 ''The Marquis of Kingsbury has car Eied of the handsomest woman ill town said his informer..
 "Who has he carried off" asked the young Baronet, indifferently, no dreaming that the matter could concer1 him.
 Who dye think now?" said Lorc Eaves, chucking again. Give guess Who would be the only suitable mattel for such notorious gallant as the Mar quis, but an equally notorious coquette Why, it is the lovely Betty, to. b, sure lELady Betty Selwyn Land deuced fine marchioness she'll make She's married by this time, I suppose He, he !"
 Sir Harry's face was a study. H. uttered a series of invectives. which ca, only be expressed by blank lines.
 ' On what authority did you hea this ?'' he thundercd out, confrontin, Lord Eayes indignantly.
 Rounds. sir P replied his lord ship from the very best authority in tn world-from headquarters. Her ow brother, the young Viscount, told me al about it himself this morning. It vii h. in all the papers tomorrow. Eiope ment in high life, we'll authenticated He, he p
 "Are you sure they have eloped 1? roared Sir Harry. clenching his fist.
 q As sure, sir, as of the fact that I ar aPsinner," returned the old peer, rathe enjoying the young mans discontinue Lad.r Betty was not in her room whe she Nte called this morning. Not