The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-10-17

! py. Yes, Clement, | should marry
John sheldon if we had not a s. bill
! between us"
i W sh Cleve had been a little more
| explicit about his money affairs. How
ever, there is time enough yet. When
they leave tomorrow what shall we
/ dO:n
! I'VE will remain here another month:
! Levine Will have the house ready for
me by that time. | have written TO
| him about refurEishing the parlors."
| SO next day the lovers parted, with
many promises Of constant letters and
future happy days together. The in
terval was long and dull enough; but it
passed, and one morning both gentle
men received notes of invitation to a
small dinner party at the WIDOW Giare's
| mansion IN - street. There was
a good deal of Dire sing for this party.
Cleve wished to make his entrance into
his future home as became the prospec-
tive master of a million and half of
| money, and John was DESTROYS of not
suffering i'll Clements eyes by any COM
parison with the other gentlemen who
would probably be there.
Scarcely had they entered the draw
ing-r0om when the ladies appeared, the
true widow Clare no longer in the un-
! assuming toilet she had hitherto worn,
but magnificent Ill white crepe lisse and
satin. her arms and throat and pretty
head flashing with sapphires and dia-
monds. Her companion had assumed
now the role Of simplicity, and Cleve
was disappointed with the first glance
at her plain, white Chambery gauze
dress.
John had seen nothing but the bright
face of the girl he loved and the love-
light in her eyes. Before she could
speak he had taken b tn her hands and
whispered, dearest and best and love-
lieSt Clement
Her smile answered him first. Then
she said: Pardon me, Mr.. Selden, but
we have been i'll masquerade all sum
| mer, and now we must unmask before
real life begins. Ny name is not Gle
mentine Marat, but Fanny Clare.
cousin John, | hope you are not disap-
pointed" Then she put her hand into
Johns and they wandered off into the
conser yatOry to finish their explana-
tior.
CIeve Sullivan found himself at that
moment i'll the most trying circum-
stance 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 Il man of quick decisions
where his own interests were concern
ed, and it did not take him half min
ute to review his position, and deter
mine what to do. This plain. blonde
girl without fortune was not the girl he
could marry; she had deceived him,
too. lie had Il sudden and severe
spasm of morality: his confidence WIS
broken; he thought it was very poor
sport 10 play with mans most sacred
feeling; he had been deeply disappoint-
ed and grieved. etc.
Clementine stood perfectly still, with
her eyes fixed on the carpet, and her
cheeks gradually flushing, as Cleve
made his awkward accusations. She
gave him 10 help, and she made no de-
fenSe, and it soon becomes embarraSs-
ing for Il man to stand in the middle of
large drawing room and talk to him.
self about any girl. Cleve felt it SO.
''Have you done, sir?" at length she
asked, lifting to his face pair of blue
eyes scintillating with sc0rn and anger.
Il promised you my final answer to
your sui. when we met in New Y ork.
You have spared me that trouble. Good
evening, Sir"
Clementine showed to no one her dis
appointment. and she probably soon
recovered from it. Her life was full of
many other pleasant plans and hopes.
and she could we'll afford to let selfish
lover pass out Of it. She remained
with her friend until after the marriage
between her and John Selden had been
consummated; and then Cleye 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, Cleave supposed, Of course,
she had gone in their company.
Nice thing it would have been for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
Wife's maid, or something 0r other.
John always was lucky fellow. Some
fellows are always nnlUcky in love af-
fairs-I always am"
Half year afterward he reiterated
this statement with a great deal of I'M
necessary emphasis. He was just but
toning his gloves preparatory to start
ing for his afternoons drive, when an
old acquaintance hailed him.
"Oh, it's that fool Belmar," he NUT
tered; Il shall have to offer him ride.
| thought he was in Paris. Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back. Have a
rider
mo, thank you. I have promised
my wife to ride with her this after
noOn.'
Your wife? When were you mar
ried?'
Last month, in Paris"
And the happy lady was"
why, | thought you knew; every
one is talking about my good fortune.
Mrs. Belmar is old Paul Marat's only
child
"What?r
Miss Clementine Marat. She brings
ME near,y 5000, COO in money and real
estate, and heart beyond all price"
How on earth did you meet herr"
''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 Fl ends
when they We're girls together"
Cleve gathered up his reins, and nod
ding to Frank Belmar, drove as tina-
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