The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-05-10


Clsrcs mansion 10 - street. There
was good deal Of dressing Cor this
party. Clcvc wished TO make his en-
trance into his future home rs became
the prospective master of a million
and half Of money, and John was
DESTROYS Of not suffering in Clements
eyes by any comparison with the 9th.
er gentlemen who would probably he
there.
Scarcely had they entered the draw.
ing-room when the ladies appeared,
the true widow Clare no longer in the
unassuming toilet she had hitherto
worn, but magnificent in white crepe
lissc and satin, her arms and throat,
and pretty head flashing with sap
phires snd diamonds. Her compan.
ion had assumed now the role Of sim.
plicity, 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 both her
hands and whispered, dearest and
hest and loveliest Clement"
Her smile answered him first. Then
she said; "Pardcn me, Mr.. Selden,
but we have been in masquerade all
summer, and now we must unmssk
before real life begins. My name Is
not Clementine Marat, but Fanny
Clare. Cousin John, ] hope you are
rot disappointed" Then she put her
hsnls into Johns, and they wandered
Of into the conservatory to finish their
explanation.
Mr.. Cleve Sullivan found himself
at that moment in the most trying
circumstances of his life. The real
Clementine Marat stood looking down
at flower on the carpet, and evident
ly expecting him to resume the tender
attitude he had been accustomed to
bear toward her. He wss a man Of
quick decisions where his own inter-
ests were concerned, and il did not
take him half a minute to review his
position and determine what TO do.
This plain blonde girl without fortune
was not the girl he could marry; she
bad deceived him, too--he had a sud.
den 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.
Clementine stood perfectly still, with
her eyes fixed on the carpet and her
cheeks gradually flashing as Cleve
made his awkward accusations. She
gave him no help and she made no
defense, and it soon becomes embar-
RAISING for man to stand in the mid.
die of large drawing.room and talk
to himself about any girl. Cleve felt
il so.
"Have you done, sir?" at length she
asked, fitting to his face a pair of blue
eyes scmtillating with sc0rn and an.
ger. Il promised you my final an.
swer to your suit when we met in New
York. You have spared me that
trouble. Good evening, SIR"
Clementine showed Ia no one her
and she probably
soon recovered from il. Her life was
full of many other pleasant plans and
hopes, and she could well afford to let
selfish lover pass out Of il. She re-
NAMED with her friend until after the
between her and John Sell
den had been consumated; and then
Cleve saw her name among the list of
passengers sailing on one particular
lay for Europe. As John and his
bride left on the same steamer, Cleve !
of course, she had gone in
their company.
"Nice thing il would have been for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
wiies maid, or something or other!
John always was lucky fellow. Some
fellows are always unlucky in love at.
airs--I always am"
Half year afterward he reiterated
his statement with a great deal of
unnecessary emphasis. He was Just
Duttoning his gloves preparatory to
'tarting for his afternoons drive, when
IN old acquaintance hailed him.
"Oh, its that fool Belmar," he NUT
erred; 81 shall have to offer him a
'ide. Thought he was in Paris. Hell.
o, Belmar, when did you get back'
Have rider"
"No, thank you. ! have promised
ny wife TO ride with her this after
,oon." -A~-'--~'-.r-
"Your wife ! When were you mar
JEDI"
"Last month, in Paris"
"And the happy lady wac"
why, l thought you knew; every
me is talking about my good fortune.
Mrs. Belmar is old Paul Marat's only