The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1878-08-02

night Olementine, with radiant face,
came into her friends room, and said:
"Fan, 1 have something to tell you.
Cleve has asked me to marry him."
"Now, Clement. you have told him all;
know you have"
Not word, Fan. He still believes
me the widow Clare"
Did you accept him ?"
Conditionally. / am to give him a
final answer when we go to the city in
October. You are going to New York
this winter, are you not :"
{" Yes. Our little play progresses
finely. John Selden asked me to be his
wife tonight"
81 told you men think and act in
pairs"
''John is a noble fellow. / pretended
to think his cousin had ill-used him, and
he defended him until was ashamed of
myself; absolutely said, Clement, that
you were sufficient excuse for Mr..
Clare's will Then he blamed his own
past idleness so much, and promised if
would only try and endure the sIings
and arrows of your outrageous temper,
Clement, for two years longer, he would
have made a home tor me in which /
could be happy. Yes, Clement, l should
dollar bill between u.s."
q wish eleve had been a little more
explicit about his money affairs. How
ever, there is time enough yet. When
they leave tomorrow what shall we
do2"
eve will remain here another month
Levine will have the house ready for me
by that time. l have written to him
about refurnishing the parlOrs."
So next day the lovers parted, with
many promises of constant letters and
future happy days together. The IN
terTsr ~ <ase~d dull enough but it
passed, and one morning both gentlemen
received notes of invitation to a small
dinner party at the widow Clare's
mansion in - street. There was a
good deal of dressing for this party.
Cleve wished to make his entrance into
his future home as becoming the pros
pective master of million and half of
money, and John was DESTROYS of not
suffering in Clements eyes by any com
parison with the other gentlemen who
would probably be there.
Scarcely had they entered the draw
ing-room when the ladies appeared, the
true widow Glare no longer in the uDas-
Stunning toilet she had hitherto worl,, but
magnificent in white crepe lisse and
satin, her arms and throat and pretty
head flashing with sapphires and dia-
monds. Her companion 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 both her hands and whis~
pered, dearest and best and loveliest
Clement"
Her smile answered him first. Then
she SAID " Pardon me, Mr.. Selden, but
we have been in masquerade all summer,
and now we must unmask before real
life begins. My name is not Clementine
Marat, but Fanny Glare. Cousin John,
hope you are not disappointed. Then
she put her hand into Johns, and they
wandered off into the conservatory to
finish their explanation.
Mr.. Cleve Sullivan found himself at
that moment in 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 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 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
no help and she made no defense, and ii
soon becomes embarrassing for a man to
stand in the middle of a large drawing
room and talk TO himself about any girl
Cleve felt it so.
Have you done, sir?'' at length she
asked, lifting TO his face pair of blue
ewes scIntillating with scorn and anger
81 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 we'll afford 10 let selfish
lover pass out of it. She remained with
| her friend until after the marriage be-
! tween her and John Selden had been
4 contaminated, and then Cleve saw her
name among the list of passengers sailing
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.
-. Lnx- for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
wife's maid, or something or other
| John always was lucky fellow. Some
fellows aresalways unlucky in love affairs
Il always 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 e shall have TO offer him a ride.
| thought he was in Paris-Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back? Have
ride ?"
"No, thank you. 1 have promised
nv 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, L thought you knew; every
one is talking about my good fortune.
Mrs. Belmar is old Paul Marat's only
child"
What?"
"Miss Clementine Marat. She brings
me nearly 100000 in money and
real estate, and heart beyond all
price"
How on earth did you meet her ?"
''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
Enable rate up the avenue and through
the park. He could not trust himself to
speak. to any one, and, when ne did, the
remark which he made to himself in
strict confidence was not hattering. For
once Mr.. Cleve Sullivan told Mr.. Cleve
Sullivan that he had been badly pun.
ished, and that he well deserved it
[Harper's Monthly.
TerrOrs of the Elevated Railroad.
The terrors of the trains on the ele-
waited railroad on Sixth avenue, New
York, are thus described by the New