The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-05-31

light in her. eyes. Before she could
speak he had taken both her hands and
whispered, Dearest and best and love-
lest 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 Clemen-
tine 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 Mt
that moment in the most trying circum-
stance of his life. The real Clementine
Marat stood looking down at a 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 mans most sacred
feelings; he had been deeply disappoint-
ed and grieved, ETC., 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 large draw
ing-room and talk to himself about any
girl. Cleve felt it 80.
"Have you done, sir ?" at length she
asked, lifting to his face pair of blue
eyes scintillating with scorn and anger
ct promised you my final answer to
your suit when we met in New York
You have spared me that trouble. Coco
evening, sir"
Clementine showed to no one her dis
appointment, and she probably soon re-
covered from it. Her life was full O
many other pleasant plans and hopes
and she could well afford to let selfisl
lover pass out of it. She remained with
her friend until after the marriage be
tween her and John Selden had beer
consummated, and then Cleve saw he
name among the list of passengers sail
ing on one particular DAY for Europe
As John and his bride left on the sam,
steamer, Cleve supposed, of course, sh,
had gone in their company.
"Nice thing it would have been fo
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Seldom
wife's maid, or something or other
John always was lucky fellow. Som,
fellows are always unlucky in love affair
Il always am"
Half a 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 ole
acquaintance hailed him.
"Oh, it's that fool Belmar," he NUT
tered; at shall have to offer him ride
I thought he was in Paris-Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back? Have {
ride?"
"No, thank You. 1 have promised
my wife to ride with her this after
noon."
"Your wife When were you mar
ried9"
"Last month, in Paris"
"And the happy lady was"
"Why, 1 thought you knew; ever,
one is talking about my good fortune
Mrs. Belmar is old Paul Marat's onl.
child"
"What?"
"Miss Clementine Marat. She bring
me nearly 100000 in money an,
real estate, and a heart beyond al
price"
How on earth did you meet her."
She was travelling with Mr.. ant
Mrs. Selden-you know John Selden
She has lived with Mrs. Selden eve
since she left school; they were friend
when they were girls together"
Cleve gathered up his reins, and, nod
ding to Mr.. Frank Belmar, drove at
Unable rate up the avenue and through
the park. He could not trust himself t,
speak to any one. and, when he did, til,
remark which he made to himself il
strict confidence was not hattering. Fo
once Mr.. Cleve Sullivan told Mr.. Clev,
Sullivan that he had been badly pun
ished, and that he well deserved it,
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