The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-08-21


old gentleman, retaining the desired ar,
ticle. Your story has touched me
strangely. 1 would gladly assist you
May ! not be your friend 2
A flash OF crimson dyed the young
contributors face. Thank you, sir, but
I did not come here TO solicit friends or
aid. Ispoke Of my troubles before
thought, she said.
so ! perceived. But l should esteem
it privilege to be Of benefit to you.
believe l have never done any good in
my life, so do not, beg Of you, forbid
my beginning now
Miss Raymond's face dimpled into a
half smile. what strange old gen
tleman,' she thought, perhaps he is 60
ing TO remember me in his WILL.
Il spoke Of vocations moment ago,
continued the false editor. 1T seems to
me that you are fitted to adorn home
society. You are too young and beau.
tiful to toll amidst poverty and disap.
pointment, and from the first moment
saw you felt an interest in you. ! am
rather eccentric as you see, and though
you may think il strange-have never
seen lady wished to make my wife
until-until-
Until when p demanded Matte in be-
wildered surprise.
Until saw you. Nay, listen one
moment. 1 am rich. AS my wife your
life OF toll and taxation will be over. No
wish shall remain ungratifed. You
shall be looked up to, bowed down to,
by these who have sighted you in ad-
versity-in short you wi ! reign a queen
in society. Forget the disparity in our
ages; forget the temerity OF my proposal
-remember only that offer you my
hand and fortune. Doyou consent p
Never sir. And oh the indignant
scorn of lips and eyes 'Were you
possessed Of all the wealth OF the whole
world / would not sell myself for it. /
thank you for the meaning kindness OF
your proposal, but sooner than consent
to it l would beg, or starve. My hand
and heart shall 60 together or not at
ALL
But surely you will reconsider this
you will
'Oliffe, said sepulchral voice from
the closet, are you beside yourself p
and the next instant the Mortified editor
of the RevietO emerged covered with
cobwebs, and seizing wig and whiskers
with relentless hand, Cliffe Huntly stood
once more, flushed and handsome, before
them. There was glance, and recog-
milton.
'Cliffep
Matte 7
Forgive me, for the deception have
practised upon you,' Cliffe said eager
ly. 4 could not, after all, believe that
you could be the heartless, mercenary
creature that your letter proved. But
why, oh, why did you write itP
What letter. / do not understand
you. I never wrote any such letter as
you describe this to'be. After coming
into possession OF your uncle's fortune
you sailed for Europe without one fare
we'll word, SO I concluded you wished
our engagement ended. But what does
all this mean1 Are you masquerading?
Permit me to crave pardon just here,
for my part in this transaction, said Mr..
Pixley coming forward.
my friend Huntly, here, is leading
a lonely, cynical sort of life, and wish
ing toreform him, i took thisnovel way
Of introducing you, little dreaming you
would prove to be old acquaintance.
Am forgiven3'
God bless you,' said Ciffe, grasping
his hand, while an eloquent pair OF blue
eyes opposite, more than granted par
don.
Three months after there was a quiet
wedding whose announcement found
due place in the Revie,O. The BRIDE
groom was Clife Huntly, Esq, mil
lionaire, universal favorite in all select
circles; the bride, Matte Raymond,
whose father had failed misernbly years
before, leaving the family in destitution.
And ALI the world wondered
But they did not know, reader, as do
you and I, Of the little episode in the
editors sanctum. while Cliffe Huntly
WING nlavin0 aditnr