Smyrna times., 1881-11-30
Married for Love.
BY SARAH SPARKLE.

shone from early morning until night, no
even the smallest cloud had interfered t,
moderG+e for moment its heat; and nov
that the hour WAS come, when, according
to established usage, it must set, it seems
to have gathered all its energy for .
final effort, and hangs in the Western sky
like ball of fire, lighting up Nahant'l
beach for long stretch and rejecting il
the placid water an image almost as bril-
liant as the original.
The scene is really beautiful, but pool
humanity has suffered so much from thai
luminary, that it is totally unable to ap
preciate its parting salute One poor
mortal is devOutly grateful, and sits upon
the piazza of the principal hotel, his chail
tipped back, his feet on the railing, and a
cigarette in his mouth contemplating the
sunset with decided satisfaction. At this
moment another individual appears on
the scene.
Hot, amt it?''
ConfOunded," replied our friend OF
the cigarette, and offers one to the new
comerr who takes it, pushes back his hat,
and assumes position almost as graceful
as our friend, and falls to contemplating
the water and the supset, The new conner
is a man Of about five and twenty wears.
His light hair, falls on broad. intellec-
tual forehead, his mouth is proud and
sensitive, and the upper lip is adorned
with moustache that men take genuine
delight in. His eyes are quite blue. in
which there is drift of humer: alto
gether the face is very pleasing and the
large stalwart figure, which accompanies
1t, makes the man decidedly worth look
ing at. This is Raymond Leister.
Ills companion is entirely different
Jack lHastings's best friend never ventured
70 call him handsome. His eyes are large
and dark and have in them dissatisfied
expression. He does not revel. as does
Lester, in a fine moustache, his face is
smooth and his mouth is, perhaps, a trihe
large, but his teeth are fine, and when
Jack Hastings laughs one feels like rack
ing his brain for something to provoke his
lnirth afresh.
Jack Hastings is a favorite, and this
summer is decided hero, for he has a
history, and all the young ladies are de-
voutly interested in him In consequence.
Last winter the news came to Jack that
an uncle in England had died and left
him q considerable fortune on condition
that he marry niece of the old man.
who had lived with her uncle ever since
infancy, and in case of his not complying
the fortune reverted to the niece.
Now, Jack had never been overburdened
with lucre, and the idea of having a for
tune was not in the least Objectionable to
him, but the incumbrance was not at all
to his taste. Up to the time that news
came of the will Jack had been heart
whole, and his friends, however, thought
him lucky fellow, for Miss Helen Isa-
belle Leighton was said to be a beauty.
but as the young lady never visited Ameri-
ca, it was rather difficult to saw whence
came this information.
Jack made no decided objection. so If
was arranged that the young lady. ac-
by her aunt, after a short tour
through the continent, was to start for
and was expected to arrive
about the middle of September. Miss
Leighton's aHpt resided in Boston, and
shortly after her arrival in that CITY she
was to give reception, the purpose being
to present Jack Hastings to his future
bride.
Jack had been informed of all these ar
rangements, but had taken little interest
In them. As he must become a Benedict
he determined to make the best of the
time left him bat the fates were against
him. A few weeks after his advent at the
beach he had fallen desperately in love
with young lady stopping at one of the
cottages. In consequence of this Jack
fully believed himself to be one of the
most deeply injured mortals on the face
Of the earth; hence the dissatisfied ex-
pression In The young gentleman's eyes,
Is be looks toward the cottage which
holds the object of his alteration.
For person who has Just had q for
.Hne thFowp at his head, you are about as
iisconsolate as fellow can be !" but IS
he former made no response, he contin.
Jed VI say, Jack, don't you like itP"
Like It," said Jack, turning flercely
IN him, ~ like the fortane, but who
would like. to have girl thrown at his
lead would your"
:" That depends altogether on the size
If the girl," " replied Raymopd, smoothing
lis hair and laughing &C bis hlends eager
aessl "ehut TO be serious, Jack, would
lot get tangled with any one until had
Ieen Miss Leighton, and should put
'top to my visits to the cottage, for pretty
Miss NellIc'R apke, u weFs you,n
Jack looked after the retreating figure
and then, utterly regardless of his friends
slice, walked off In the direction Of the
cottage.
Miss Nellie Long had been expecting
him. She lay in hammock, her hands
resting listlessly in her lap, white, soft
hands that were strangers TO labor. Her
white dress just escaped the ground as
she swayed lazily In the soft summer |