The Morning herald., 1878-11-25

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the, situation of the house, tho number Of
inmates, and all those particulars generally
known beforehand, after which the precious
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HIGH soo1rTY-rHr RESULT on THE wAonn--
AN MTERv1Ew--wAs an An RyEsDRoPpER2
"oh, how lovslyl You will quite take the
prize" Q ~ E.gai.r 'agafH :
Cecil Clayton stood before the mirror,
putting the finishing touches to her wealth
Of hair. @7.aE hFe
She sighed as Clara's admiration revealed
itself in this outburst j'I@ 81 Il s." ,es
The thoughts of her lonely condition and
of Philip, were creating within her rsyolu-
ton, q revolution which would be the cause
of much trouble for herself AZ we'll as others.
Not one thread Of the mystery Of old John
Clayton's sudden disappearance had been
unraveled--all was surmise. Nor were the
detectives any more successful In their hunt
for clue to the whereabouts of the wife,
having no portrait to guide them, and but
few scraps of family history, in themselves
unimportant, which Cecil was obliged 70
give. @'.''. '''
Still the young heiress' discrimination
never wavered. g. 0.s 80 -,
She had almost changed her mind a. to
the propriety of going into society, but eu-
riosity finally prevailed. ss. a5 e Jaoa4 'pss
How strange, il the man should prove to
be Jared Clark under an assumed name!
What hold on him it would give heri sil
Black grenadine, with white crepe frill,
caught with pearl of rare value, comprised
her dress. f
In her hair Clara had placed eamelia.
the effect of which called forth an outburst
of pleasure, as she eyed it in various lights,
to see if it were properly arranged. ',G
'If really am to be the belle Of the even-
ing, Clara, what will our friend the dashing
widow sayp" g3-A -.
'sWhat she pleases. She's as jealous as
an old dowager, and could not control the
opinions of her SET I'm friendly enough
with her, but have no sympathy with jeal-
ousy. 1t reminds me Of dogs growing over
bone." .,.y
Glove, minus jealousy, is not lasting,
Clara. should be jealous, if-if-"
Philips spirit must have been lowering
over her, for she could see nothing before
her save dim mist, and In that mist, faint
ly outlined, his face.
eff what, dear? hope you have not had
an affair Of the heart; there was young
man whom you seemed to care for"
George Newton" said Cecil, hastily, her
quick wit saving her. Nothing serious
that is, on my part. Poor fellowg'
"Why do you sigh9" 80 Fs]
II was thinking how sad is the realization
of love unrequited."
There was brilliant gathering at the
widow Burrill's. sa ~ ~
Youth, beauty and fashion, mingled with
the odor of perfumes and flowers, rendered
the scene delightful one. g..
The butterflies of Mrs. Burrill's 'set" ever
strove for ascendancy in style and social
progress, but Mrs. Burrill retained the af-
lection of Murray Hill as being queen of
entertainers. -,
All eyes were turned when Cecil Clayton
made her appearance in this gathering of
the elite. Those whom chance had favored
with an acquaintance hastened to renew it.
OF course she was overwhelmed by the
ladies.
And the be-jeweled sprigs, errqneonsly
called, by some fatal mischance, men, lifted
their EYEGLASSES, smiled Qeered), and were
''reioiced to see her once morer'
The object of tnese attentions conducted
herself far different, which might have been
attributed to country breeding. She neither
smirked nor leered, but chatted pleasantly
till an opportunity Of escape gave her relief.
Cecil found Mrs BurIill rather fine look
ing, but gross. That Lady was attired in
nauve silk and the usual huge diamonds.
CLARA Coles explained the seeming impro-
priety of bringing into her select coterie an
unlimited guest
II wouldn't have missed coming, and
didn't wish to leave Miss Clayton alone"
she said. ..l st.e
Mrs Burrill smiled condescendingly.
"Not at all intrusive, my dear Miss Clay
ton. Accept, please, a standing invitation,
which I trust you will graciously honor
whenever you happen in the city,"
Half an hour after, while Clara was talk
inc with q lady friend, Cecil left her, to get
a breath of fresh air. The mingled per-
fumes almost stifed her. Sitting near one
of the conservatory windows, she heard
Mrs Burriil and another gaudy butterfly
conversing. Subject: Miss Cecil Clayton.
"Whers on earth did she get her man
ners9'
This from Mrs. Burrill. .
The Butterfly: Goodness knows"
Mrs. Burrill: Common sense would keep
even an ignorant person from going where
she was not invited"
The Butterfly: "Miss Coles is really blame-
able for such breach Of etiquette"
Mrs. Burrill; "Why her father has been
dead only few weeks!' ..
The Butterfly: "Oh, it's shocking!"
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