The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-11-27

Dalmayne." cried one.
II only wish | were in your shoes
echoed a second; and Henry, dazzlec
by the brilliancy of his prospects, beliey
cd that he was really a most fortul
ate man.
For, according to popular rumor, h
was going to marry n Of the riches
girls in the city. And Uncle Peckhan
took to himself all the credit of tn
whole affair.
This is better than plodding on one,
whole life long behind a counting .hous
desk" cried Ralph, joyously rubbing
together his lean and wrinkled palms
"A young man of enterprise and resolu
ton can accomplish anything he set.
about nowadays. especially if, like you
Nephew Damayne, he happens to b,
tolerably decent-looking.u
A man does not usually degenerate
into a villain all at once, and wher
Henry Dalmayne sat down to write tc
Lilias Raymond his frame of mind wa:
probably far from enviable. But he got
h letter written somehow. He wrote
that no answer would be expected, and
no answer anne
Three months afterward, just as the
preparations of the much-talked-of Es-
Textbook Dalmayne wedding were cul-
minating, he CHANGED to meet John
Hawley in the street-John's mother
lived at a small place adjoining the
Raymonds' farm. Dalmayne stopped
with real pleasure on his face.
John, is it you? Stop a minute and
tell me the news"
"There amt much news" quoth
John, rather sulkily. In common with
most of the neighbors, he was inclined
to think that Henry had behaved very
i'll. Except that Lily Raymond is
well and p~rettier than ever."
"Ahl" Henry tried to speak careless
ly, but without signal success.
"And Squire Ingoldsby's son is get
ting pretty attentive in that quarter
went on John, land old Robert Ray
mond died last winter and left Lily a
clean two hundred thousand dollars.r
did he? l am glad of that"
So Lily was an heiress after all. Would
it not have been better-but Dalmayne
resolutely checked the half-formed con-
jucture'in his mind. He had put his
hand to the plow-it was too late to
look back now Yet he wondered if
Arthur Ingoldsby would value as he
has done the priceless treasure of Lilias'
love.
He told himself that lie was glad
things had happened as they had, but
he knew, spite of it all, that he would
have felt better satisfied If Lily had pin
ed after him just a little. All women
are alike, and all men-pshaw! there
was no use in troubling his brains fur
ther about the matter.
Uncle Peckham met him on the
Threshold with a troubled look.
Have you heard the rumor, Dali
mayne? No! Well, of course it can be
nothing but a rumor. The house of
Esterbrook q Esterbrook is too well
established to be shaken by a mere fall
in French stocks.n
What do you allude to, STRIP asked
Henry, scarce comprehending his un-
cle's meaning in the abstraction of his
mind.
"Why, people are whispering about
that the E~sterbrooks have failed"
And before the sun went down on
change the whisper became a trumpet
voice-the rumor was a certainty. Es-
Textbook & Esterbrook had failed, and
Mr.. Dalmayne was engaged to PEN
niless bride.
Henry Dalmayne, although Il weak
and vacillating man, he was no scoun-
drel. He married Sarah E~sterbrook,
and lives with her now in a Cover
street clearinghouse, daily growing
and more weary of his life, while
in his heart he cheerishes the sweet
memory of Lilias Raymond, now an
other mans wife.
He had broken his plight, given up
the tenderest aspiration of his soul and
.blighted his whole future to marry an
heiress-and lie had missed the heiress
all!