The Morning herald., 1878-07-30
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|.wby, yes, sir; yes, Mr.. Maxwell, near"
EVERYTHING is gone. TO be sure there
|h,t five hundred q year, and that place
Vermont that you settled On your wife,
NAV save that out Of the wreck. A
f.-a mere nothing, I am aware, out Of
h noble inheritance as yours, Mr..
[,ssu; but still it is something. Half a
you know, sir, is" ..sDa.
b. stopped suddenly at q motion OF
,sr Maxwell's hand. He was lawyer
used to this sort Of thing, and was not
h affected by the story he had come
from New York to tell Mr.. Maxwell;
rich client had speeulated rashly, and
lost. common case enough. A
h 400 he was worth half a million, to-
II he was not worth a dollar-th at was
There were his wife's settleme nts, Of
rse; but they were his wife's-and Mr..
Mrs. Maxwell were two.
II thought had better let you know at
Mr.. Maxwell" the lawyer said, tits
to be in everybody's mouth tomorrow.
now, if Tm to catch that nine-fifty
brain, | had better be starting. Good
1t, sir" T..
|Good.night, sir" Roger Maxwell said
hanically. G#HRa&
o was leaning against the low iron
lvay, his folded arms resting on its
ed tor, and the black shadows of the
hes shutting him in like pail. Up
avenue lamps cleaned through the
!, turning the dark November night
kind of fairyland. The wide front of
stately mansion was all aglow with
hinations, music, flowers and lovely
len; and loveliest, where all was
by, its proud young mistress, Edith
Ewell. #sbgs
1.-Two men, stragglers from the ball
with their cigars lighted, came down
ugh the gloom. close to the motion
figure against the iron gate only
ther shadow among the shadows
lose that he heard every word they
\ red.
Rather superb style of things, all this"
& said "When Roger Maxwell does
a sort Of thing he does it well, Wonder
i buck he's had; five years ago he hadn't
hp; and that wife of his-magnifcent
this the most beautiful creature the
N shine on"
q FToo beautiful, my friend, for-she's
All! to her husband? Married him for
4 fortune, didn't she? The old story,
poor, very proud, and sold to the
E pest bidder. Seton stood to win her
( once, didn't he ?"
1 was desperate Notwithstanding
4 (, the knowing ones say; but Seton
better than to indulge in the luxury
pennless wife. So Maxwell appeared,
Z rich suddenly and-she's Mrs. Max
tonight, and more queenly than ever.
tched her dancing with Seton half an
ago, and Well, I didn't envy
\ fwel if he is worth half a million.
go back to the house; it's going to
Suppose Maxwell was to lose his for
what then? . E.-.s..
ply good fellow, he would lose his wife
pe same hour. Some women there are
would go with their husbands into
gary-but not the lovely Edith; and
splendid fellow, too, is Maxwell.
e. the rain begins!" -
pe shadows among the trees stood per-
y still. A long, low wind moved the
and the rain beat its melancholy
drip Half an hour, an hour, two
Fo' but the figure leaning against the
renamed still as the iron itself. But
arred at last, became conscious he was
through aud passed slowly out of the
p and up the lamplit avenue and into
'a'eiy home that, after tonight, would
. no longer. Another half hour and
Us oack IN the glitter, dazzle and mu.
'ne brilliant drawing-room, his we,
tents were changed, himself whittier
marble, and almost as still. He had
been missed; his beautiful three
LIS bride shone there in diamonds
una roses replendent--and who wat
10 think of the rich MAXWELL "Only
whom she had honored by marry
Inc fascinating Gerald Seton was
pr Side. How could she find time t.
OF anything SO plebeian as mo,
while III his enhancing company?