Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-04-18
CHAPTER XXI.
"MY OWN BEAUTIFUL CELESTE

1eSI6 VAN Duyue.
Miss Van Duyne has taken the advice OF
her preserver, and is now richly dressed,
while from her ears glisten set of dia-
monds.
She has been reading to Clarice but now
the book has fallen into her lap.
'Clarice, DEAR" she said, edo you ever
crave wealth."
SAT times, Celeste"
'Have YOU ever craved it for the sake OF
the position in society which it would give
your
Never
"How strange! Did you ever read
Monte Cristo""
81 do not recollect, said Clarice
''Oh, you should read it!' exclaimed Miss
Van Duyne 1T is lovely! Haidee, the
slave of Monte Cristo, is a delightful charac-
ter. Hers is love of the beautiful, for she
loves the adventurer with a love which is
scarcely ever to be found in civilized places.
She is so handsome, too. But Monte Crsto
soon forgets her, because she is not educated
sufficiently to appear in society, and he,
I suspect, i sometimes a little ashamed Of
her.
us thlt an argument for edueation!'
''Yes, for I do think a great deal of educa-
ted people. They generally know enough
to be amiable."
s'Then you must admire James Dalton?"
said Clarice, unconcernedly.
''Who could help admiring him?" replied
Miss Van Duyne, -bashfully. Can you:
That reminds me that Mr.. Dalton will be
here to-day"
Clarice gave her a side glance.
''She has not much ambition" muttered
Clarice, ''and she will read those highly
seasoned novels and eat confectionery. /
! detest both!"
A ring at the door-bell interrupted thei1
conversation.
"Mr Dalton is here" she said; 81 pre-.
sumo You would like to talk with him few
minutes.
eff you please" said Miss Van Duyne,
modestly.
The beautiful young woman went to the
door to welcome her friend.
"Welcome, my benefactorI' she exclaimed
ioyfully, and, wheeling the armchair mp to
the fire, she waited for Mr.. Dalton to be
seated.
James Dalton took the proffered chair.
81 will sit at your feet" continued Miss
Van Duyne, as she cast herself on an otto
looked up into his face. ''Why do you re-
main away so long?"
Business keeps me" he said, taking one
long, hungering glance at her beautiful fea.
lures nothing but business keeps me
from this house, for I do not yet feel that
you are secure from your enemies"
els there danger?" she asked, anxiously.
eyes, so long as you remain within a
hundred miles of Brooklyn"
''You have no new fears?"
None
''Then 1 am safe!' murmured Miss Van
Duyne. ''NIr. Dalton" she said, with an
arch look, ''do you not notice that I have
followed your orders?"
"'Orders' is harsh word, Miss Van
Duyne."
''Please do not be SO formal-Miss Van
Duyne! 1 am unworthy Of being addressed
as you would address lady"
"Hush!" exclaimed James Dalton; "do
not speak so. You are lady, despite the
environment of your life How do you get
along with Clarice?"
Miss Suydam is an angel! love her!
But she is very determined, and she has
such spells of silence Why, often I dare
not speak to herr
Poor Claricer' muttered the artist.
''But never get vexed, for know why
she is so sad-she has lost her lover
"Ah! has she told your
mo; | guess it from her manner and the
looks she casts upon the portrait over the
mantel. Then 1 have often noticed tears in
her eyes,.
''Do you not think that silly, Celeste?"
James Daltons heart throbbed quicker as
be uttered the name.
SILLY" exclaimed Miss Van Duyne-
silly Oh, Mr.. Dalton, is it silly for a
woman to remember her lover when he is
dead?'
Il did not say thought so; but know
women, as rule, are uncharitable in such
matters
Perhaps you are right" said Miss Van
Duyne; ''but am sure l have heart that
sympathizes with the woes of others, and
especially with one who has lost the idol of
her life, for woman's love is all-absorbing."
''Do you speak from experienced" asked
James Dalton; then he said, quickly: eek
| cuse my impertinence, Celeste.
''You are so gentle with me-" murmured
Miss Van Duyne-''and l am so unworthy"
The beautiful head dropped and fell upon
Mr. Dalton's knee.
| At this moment the handle of the door
was turned. Miss Van Duyne lifted her
head suddenly, and, when Clarice Suydam
tuCeISC Vic IOOuls she WAS 6lduQlUR ny a
| window, intensely interested, seemingly,
with something in the dreary street. Clar-
ice remained in the room but short time;
so soon as she had gone, the beautiful wo.
man left the window and seated herself upon
the settee.
James Dalton still reclined in the easy
chair before the fire.
care you happy here Celeste?" he asked
presently.
Happier than ever before, she said, toy
| ing contusedly with the tassels of the settee
cushion.
"You do not wish to return to your old
homer"
She dropped the silken tassels and gave
him reproachful look.
Il know you still have some affection for
your unworthy brother" continued the ar
fist, (which might perhaps, give you a mis-
taken notion of duty"
"Poor George!'
"You pity, and yet fear him."
''Yes-I fear him, because he is revenge
full man." said Miss Van Duyne, and the
tears started to her eyes,
"What if he should find you?"
THAT must not be! 1t would result in
my DEATH"
The innocent smile had vanished. and, as
she spoke, her face paled to the whiteness Of
alabaster.
"But." said James Dalton, tenderly, cit is
an awkward situation you are in. Look at