The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1881-02-10

don and New York. Unlike the ordinary
journalist, he was reputed to be i'm
mensely rich: therefore, it had not been
fortune but fame that induced him to
take up his pen.
Since his return to New York he had
been markedly devoted in his attentions
to Miss Cannell.
He had met her two months previous
at a fashionable watering place, and it
was rumored that the erstwhile adaman-
tine heart of the beautiful woman cling
ing to his arm had succumbed to his
manifold attractions of person and mind.
Enyious gossips would have it that his
purse was the subtle mnuence InaJ nau
metamorphosed Christine CAMEL from
the cold, imperyious being of old into
the gracious almost lovable, woman of
the present.
A keen observer would certainly have
| declared, seeing Miss Cannell at this
moment, that her heart was aroused;
that a warmer feeling than that of sell
fish interest had at last been awakened in
her breast.
As they slowly threaded their way
through the crush she was talking to her
companion in that magnetic voice that
had hitherto been her greatest weapon,
but was now her greatest friend.
He seemed entirely absorbed in her
sparkling conversation, and a smile lin
gered now and her upon his usually
firmly compressed lips as she entertained
him with sparkling bon maots or INDUCED
in caustic repartee.
He had said but little. When he did
speak, however, theloyely woman seemed
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her ears.
by Joyel' said an important-looking
youth, who with a companion of his w
set had been glued to the wall by the
great crush, there goes that fellow
Chapman again, with Christine Cannell.
1 am decidedly glad she has met her
match at last. If she amt gone on that
newspaper chap I'll go without my coat
for the rest of the winter. You ought to
have seen the wayshe froze me last sum-
mer ut the Grand Union. I made a cas-
nal remark to her on the piazza one
evening about the stars, and by thunder,
the way she just turned those eyes on
me-slmply looked at me, you know
made the chills carom all over my verte-
br@. I can feel 'em yet. See the way
she's looking at that prig now. 1t beats
me out of sight. Suppose he has got
money and all of that, amt other men
just as good?' And young Hatstraw
squared his shoulders and looked into
his immaculate shirt-front with a ridicu-
lous air of RULED complacency.
Mrs. Grundy also waved her fan per-
plexedly, and societyin general wondered
wha. was going to happen.
. AE-z n11l-.o 500 ,,i,, o,,a oF F,oY
famous fetes chanlpetfe atlher magnif-
cent country seat on the Hudson. Chi
nese lanterns and elegant transparencies
cleaned out from among the trees upon
the lawn; and through the low, opened
French windows of the villa a gay throng
whirling hither and thither in the lntrlca-
cies of the dance were visible.
Outside, in secluded hooks under the
trees were various couples engaged In all
stages of that highly mysterious occu-
pation-"firting."
In a rustic summer house on that side
of the grounds overlooking the majestic
river, a lady and gentleman had just
seated themselves
Apparently they were the best of
friends, for the lady placed her hand
Familiarity upon her companions arm and
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family lighted by the rising moon, spread
ont before them.
For a moment the gentleman said
4 nothing, but looked straight before him,
with q gloomy expression on his face.
Suddenly he turned to his tcompan.
ion.
Christine, does the name of Chap
man ever bring to your mind an unpleas.
ant episode of some years ago?""
Unpleasant episode? Why, wha'
can you mean, Carl? You know nothing
connected with your mann can be un'
pleasant to me. Are we not engaged tc
be married?"
The gentleman's face looked strangely
contorted in the growing light of the
moon, and his eyes seemed filed with
smothered fire that might break out a
anymoment into a fierce flame of passion
Looking full into his companions face
he said shortly:
"Your memory is strangely remiss
Miss CannelI."
- Something in the altered tone of hi
voice frightened the woman.
"Merciful heaven, Carl, what is tn,
matter?" she cried.
He sprang from his seat as if unable
longer to control his words and plantet
himself directly in front of the now ter
rifle woman. Then with blazing eye
deyouring every change of her features
he said:
christine Camel, tomorrow I sal
for Europe for another absence of fou
years"
His companion seemed for a momen
stunned by this abrupt announcement
Then she said slowly, and in a daze
manner.
'You are going to Europe; and II"
"And you" with bitter sarcasm s'why
you, perhaps, will remember me bette
during the coming years than you hay
during those that have passed"
She looked at him in dull amazemen
repeating slowly to herself in a strained
unnatural tone:
"Going to Europe. Going to Europe.
Uninterrupted her impatientlY. hastily
81 see L must refresh. your memory
Christine CAMEL. Most people vii
think what I have done and am going t
| do is fendish, devilish; I know better
it is an act of mere justice, the sequel t
! q charming little comedy enacted 81
summers ago among the Connection
hills. Do you remember, my dear Mis-
CAMEL" with a bitter laugh, 18th
poor day laborer, Is you were please
/, to term him, with whom you amuse
|, yourself during the idle summer day
nearly six years ago? Do you remen
,, Der how you aroused his love, and how
in return, he sued for yours? Ali I Sc
you begin TO recolIect. Joe my nam
recall to your mind now an unpleasa1
: episode connected with it? Do you re
! collect how you treated the poor far
!. laborer's honest avowal of his love fo
: you? Do you remember how you scorne
! ! and spurned him; how you called hi1
= a brute and a driveling fool; how yo
declined a life with him of carrots an
!, turnips, and patchwork quilts and ras
: carpets, as you picturesquely put ii
, All, you do remember now, I see 20
81 do"
ooh. CARL spare me. SPARE mel" al