The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1881-10-20

| song, of how he used to look forward Il
going back with Charlie the next vaca
| lion, and of her welcome to him-alI
came back with terrible mockery to him
now He had hesitated, he knew no;
why, to ask her to be his wife: perhaps
tearing that she would refuse, although
surely he could sec she returned his
love, until the III day come when he
had lost his fortune. Then, with short
letter TO her telling ner what had hap
| pened and speaking OF his plans for the
future, and in which he told as plainly
as he dared the hope ne held of one day
coming back rich and famous to claim
her as bride, he had gone to London
10 new his way to this, the goal towards
which he had ever kept his eyes
nxed, the thought of which had cheered
him in the darkest hour And this was
the end! She had never cared for him
had cared only for the money he had
sost; thai was plain, and the seedy look
ing Phillip Grant was now a being
whose hand could not be shaken by her
brother il such place. Some one
Hight see him. A touch on his arm
made HIM open his eyes. His. fellow
passenger on the train stood before him,
laden with Miss Grosyenor's bundles
and 6ags-her new companion evident
Iy. She hesitated moment, a burning
Hash rising to her face as she looked at
him. Then she said hurriedIy.
Pardon me, sir, but saw you Look
ing for your wallet. You have lost it.
Yes, know you hayee' She stopped
the denial which rose to his lips, as she
continued rapidly: II am very sorry,
believe me. You were very kind to
lend me your piaid-here it is. I can
never thank you. Take it quickly, the
train is starting"
She thrust the plaid into his hands
and turned to meet Charley Groyesnor,
who was gazing frautically about in
search of her. The next moment the
train started and he was alone, holding
the shawl in his hands. He looked at
it almost reveren;ly. II had been
her! As he held il up aid gazed at it
something wrapped up in piece of pa
per fell out with metallic chink to the
floor at his feet. He stopped aad pick
it up. On the paper was written: "a
loan from friend" 1t was a sover-
eign.
One night, three years after, Gene
We've Grosyenor rose hastily from her
chair in the corner of Lady ClaxtOn's
ball room, and tightly graped her hos
tess arm. her beautiful face pale and
agitated, as she looked across the loom
at q couple who were walking towards
the conservatory.
my dear Lady CLAYTON, who are
those people ?" She stammered, sitting
down and regaining herself control by
q strong effort of will.
They? oh, that is Mr.. Grant, the au-
thor of the new novel just out, which all
the critics say is going to make such q
stir. An uncle in India died last year
and left him q fabulous fortune. The
lady? oh, she is his wife. Quite 70.
mantle story, l believe. She was the
daughter Of rich city merchant, who
lost all his money in cotton growing in |
Egypt, and died of broken heart. She |
went out as companion, preferring to
support herself rather than accept any
of her friends aid. Noble of her, was
it not !? And they met somewhere while |
he was poor, and fell in love with each
other. So when the Indian uncle died
he hunted around until he found her,
and they were married. Really, quite |
like q novel, isn't it,"
And Genevieve GrOsvenor understood
for the first time how she had lost both
husband and 3 travelling companion
at the station OF Wexham.-N. Y.
CliDper.