The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-05-02

stances of his life. The real Clementine
Marat stood looking down at flower
on the carpet, and evidently expecting
him to resume the tender attitude he
had been accustomed to bear toward
her. He was man of quick decisions
where his own interests were concerned,
and it did not take him half minute to
review his position and determine what
to do. This plain blonde girl without
fortune was not the girl he could marry !;
she had deceived him, too-he had a
sudden and severe spasm of morality /;
. his confidence was broken; he thought
it was very poor sport to play with a
mans most sacred feelings; he had
been deeply disappointed and grieved,
etc., etc.
CIementine stood perfectly still, with
her eyes fixed on the carpet and her
cheeks gradually flushing as Cleve made
his awkward accusations. She gave
him no help and she made no defense,
and it soon becomes embarrassing for a
man to stand in the middle of large
drawing-room and talk to himself about
any girl. Cleve felt it SO.
"Have you done, sir I" at length she
asked, lifting to his face pair Of blue
eyes scintillating with scorn and anger.
" / promised you my final answer to
your suit when we met in New York.
You have spared me that trouble. Good
evening, sir"
Clementine showed to no one her dis
appointment, and she probably soon re-
covered from it. Her life was full of
many other pleasant plans and hopes,
and she could well afford to let selfish
lover pass out of it. She remained with
her friend until after the marriage be-
tween her and John Selden had been
consummated; and then Cleve saw her
name among the list of passengers sail
ing on one particular day for Europe.
As John and his bride left on the same
steamer, Cleve supposed, of course, she
had gone in their company.
"Nice thing it would have been for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
wife'smaid, or something or otherl John
always was lucky fellow. Some fellows
are always unlucky in love affairs-I al
ways am"
Half year afterward he reiterated
this statement with great deal of un-
necessary emphasis. He was just but
toning his gloves preparatory to starting
for his afternoons drive, when an old
acquaintance hailed him.
"Oh, it's that fool Belmar," he NUT
tered; !" 1 shall have to offer him ride.
l thought he was in Paris.-Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back? Have a
rider"
"No, thank you. 1, have promised
my wife to ride with her this after
noon"
Your wife! When were you mar
ried9"
"Last month, in Paris"
And the happy lady was"
"Why, I thought you knew; every
one is talking about my good fortune.
Mrs. Belmar is old Paul Marat's only
child"
What9"
Miss Clementine Marat. She brings
me nearly $4,000 900 in money and real
estate, and heart beyond all price,"
"How on earth did you meet Ter ?"
"She was travelling with Mr.. and Mrs.
Selden-you know John Selden. She
has lived with Mrs. Selden ever since
she left school; they were friends when
they were girls together"
Cleve gathered up his reins, and nod
ding to Mr.. Frank Belmar, drove at a
Unable rate up the avenue and through
the park. He could not trust himself
to speak to any one, and when he did,
the remark which he made to himself in
strict confidence was not fattering. For
once Mr.. Cleve Sullivan told Mr.. Cleve
Sullivan that he had been badly pun
ished, and that he well deserved it.