Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-05-03

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 a man of quick decisions
where his own interests were concerned,
and IL did not take him half minute
TO review his position and determine
what to do. This plain blonde girl
withoutfortune was not the girl he could
marry; she had deceived him, too-he
had 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 disappointed and
grieved, ETC., etc.
Clementine stood perfectly still, with
her eyes fixed on the carpet and her
cheeks gradually flushing, as Cleve
made his awful accusations. She gave
him no help and she made no defense,
and 1t soon became embarrassing for a
man to stand in the middle of large
drawing-room and talk to himself about
any girl. Cleve felt it so.
Have you done, sirP" at length she
asked, lifting to his face pair of blue
eyes 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
recovered from it. Her life was full of
many other pleasant plans and hopes,
and she could well afford to let selfish
lover pass out of it. She remained with
her friend until after the marriage be-
tween her and John Selden had been
consummated; and then Cleve saw her
name among the list of passengers sail
ing 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.
"Nice thing it would have been for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
wife's maid, or something or otherl
John always was lucky fellow. Some
fellows are always unlucky in love af-
fairs-I 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 start
ing for his afternoons drive, when an
old acquaintance hailed him.
"Oh, it's that fool Belmar," he NUT
tered; 81 shall have to offer him ride.
L thought he was in Paris. Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back? Have a
rideP"
"No, thank you. | have promised
my wife to ride with her this after
noon"
Your wife! When were you mar
riedP''
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"
"WhatP"
"Miss Clementine Marat. She brings
me nearly $4,000, 900 in money and real
estate, and heart beyond all price"
L" How on earth did you meet her?"
"Shc 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 a
Unable rate up the avenue and through
the park. He could not trust himself
to speak to anyone, and when he did.
the remark which he made to himself
in strict confidence was not flatterinp.
For once Mr.. Cleve Sullivan told Mr..
Cleve Sullivan that he had been badly
punished, and that he well deserved it.
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