The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-05-30

light in her eyes. Before she could
speak he had taken both her hands and
whispered, ssDearest and best and love-
lest Clement"
Her smile answered him first. Then
she said: "Pardon me, MIR. 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 at
that moment in the most trying circum-
stance of his life. The real Ulementine
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 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 grieyed, 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 1t
soon becomes embarrassing for man
to stand in the middle of large draw
ing-r room and talk to himself about any
girl. Oleve felt it 80.
"Have you done, sir ?" 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 re-
covered 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 cOYnnanv
"Nice thing it would have been for
Cleve Sullivan to marry John Selden's
wife's maid, or something or other
John always was lucky fellow. Some
fellows are always unlucky in love affairs
Il always am"
Half q 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.
sob, it's that fool Belmar," he NUT
tered; 81 shall have to offer him a ride.
/ thought he was in Paris-Hello, Bel
mar, when did you get back? Have a
ride2"
emo, thank you. I have promised
my wife to ride with her this after
noon"
"Your wife When were you mar
ried2"
"Last month, in Paris"
"And the happy lady was"
"Why, I 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 herr"
g 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 a
Unable rate up the avenue and through
the park. He could not trust himself to
speak to any one, and, when he did, the
remark which he made to himself in
strict confidence was not fattering. For
once Mr.. Cleve Sullivan told Mr.. Cleve
Sullivan that he had been badly pun
ished, and that he well deserved it
H0rper's Mopatbly.