The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-04-11

tied, Ill give you the money to go Il
bang-up style, and-p ~
4 But here he stopped in amazemeut, 70
Mrs. Montgomery Montague had 'risel
from her seat and drawn her small figur
to its fullest height. "Sir, do not insul
me, !" she said, with trembling lips.
Insult you," cried the Captain, spring
I ing to his feet; "insult you, my dear lit
tie womanl never dreamed of such
| thing"
"But you offered me--money," sh'
stammered.
"And ! was about offering you m.
hand and heart-that's the way they pu
it in the love stories, don't they? Viii
you marry me, Lillian? And then, il
you choose, we'll go together for tn,
boy"
Generous man!''sIsaid the widow,
tear stealing down her pretty cheek
'But don't you see," and smile sue.
ceedcd the tear, "that that would never
do? l could never plead for my child
as the wife OF Captain Hottop. 1t must
be as the widow of Montgomery Mon
tague."
blessed if you amt right" exclaimed
the Captain, looking at her admiringly
"Well, promise to marry me when you
return. DO, Lillian. No one could love
you better than J."
"When ] return?'
eyes, for surely my promised wife can
accept part OF the fortune that will be
all hers when she is really my wife, with.
out anybody Darn it! nobody need
know viii you, Lilian?"
81 will" she said.
"Will what, my preciousT' he asked,
smiling.
Everything" she answered; and turn
ing fled like a bashful girl, after he had
clasped her in his arms and given her Il
kiss in true sailor fashion.
And by the very next steamer Mrs.
Montgomery Montague started for Eng
land with valuable solitaire diamond
engagement ring glittering on her pretty
hand, check for $500 in her silver porte
monnaie, and many useful and orna-
mental farewell gifts from the ladies of
the Spooner household. The ladies felt
ali their old interest in her revive. now
that she had gone away indeed, as Mrs.
Dusenberry informed the eighty-year-old
grandfather of the youth who famed her
on the afternoon of Mrs. Montague's ar
rival. "She was much too lovely and
made me quite jealous of you, you false
rnan.2
And Miss Isabella Spooner hung the
picture of young Montgomery, that
babelet fair," in the parlor, and wreathed
it with dasies. "Heaven grant that we
may see the darling himself soon." she
said, with piteous emphasis.
But they never did. For couple of
weeks after the widows departure, Well
ington Octoper burst in among them all
as they were playing croquet Oh the
lawn, scattering the balls in all direC-
tions.
"Sold, by gracious" shouted he.
"What" asked Miss Spooner, dropping
her mallet.
"A million tierces of lard and twice as
many pigs, | suppose, "murmurcd Mrs.
Dusenbcrry, leaning in an unconscious
manner against the shoulder Of her part
ncr.
"She's a fraud! Yes-s," continued the
pork merchant.
Who they all cried this time.
"Thc widow, Mrs Montgomery Mon
tague, that is, Mrs. Maria j. Thompson.
9es-s.'
Maria J.-Jane, | suppose. A sweet
name" said Mrs. Dusenberry.
"a fraud, sir! What do you mean, sir?
what do you mean?' beloved Captain
Hottop, as though through a speaking
trumpet, flush overspreading his
weather-bronzed face.
"Just what | say, Captain. Yes-s," an.
swered the pork merchant. 1t onght ia
be the 1st of April-it ought-for, by
lingo, there never WAS such Il sell The
only truth she told was when she said she
was widow. So she is. Yes.s. The
widow of Jack Thompson, celebrated
mince and pumpkin pie maker in Chi
cago. met his brother on the street to-
day. He's a pork merchant. And she
never had any children"
"Not blue-eyed boy? gasped the
Captain. -, -,
mot even blue-eyed boy. Yes-s" saic
Wellington Octoper