The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1881-03-03

don AMI New York. UNLIKE the ordinary
journalist, he was reputed to be i'm
mensely rich; therefore, II 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 Ii his attentions
10 Miss Oannell.
He had met her two months previous
ct fashionable watering place, and it
WAS rumored that the erstwhile adaman-
tine heart Of tho beautiful woman cling
ing to his arm had succumbed to his
manifold attractions Of person and mind.
Envious gossips would have it That his
purse Was the subtle influence that had
metamorphosed Christine CAMEL from
the cold, impervious being OF old into
tho gracious, almost lovable, woman Of
the present.
A keen observer would certainly have
declared, seeing Miss CAMEL Mt this
moment, that her heart was aroused;
that ! warmer feeling than that Of sell
3sh interest had ct 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 then upon his usually
firmly compressed kps as she entertained
him with sparkling bon n1Ots or INDUCED
in caustic repartee
He had said but little. When he did
speak, however, the lovely woman seemed
to listen to his words with her soul in
her ears.
by Jove!' said On important-looking
youth, who with companion Of his own
set had been glued to the wall by the
great crush, there goes that fellow
Chapman again, with Christine Cannell.
I am decidedly glad she has met her
match at last II 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 way she frose me last sum-
mer at the Grand Union. made 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-simply looked at me, you know
made the chills carom all over my verte-
brn. can feel 'em yet. See the way
she's looking 1t that prig now. II 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 . ridicu-
lous air Of ruffled complacency.
Mrs. Grundy also waved her fen per-
plexedly, and society In general wondered
what was going to happen.
Mrs. Goldrim was giving one Of he,
famous tstes chan,petre at her magnifi-
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 gay throng
whirling hither and thither in the intrica.
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-
patton flirting"
In rustic summer house on that side
Of the grounds overlooking the majestic
river, . lady and gentleman had just
seated themselves.
Apparently they were tho best OF
friends, for tho lady placed her hand
Familiarity upon her companions arm and
called his attention to the lovely scene.
family lighted by the rising moon, spread
out before them.
For moment the gentleman said
nothing, but looked straight before him,
with a gloomy expression on his face.
Suddenly he turned to his compan.
ion.
Christine, does the name Of Chap
man ever bring to your mind All unplcas-
ant episode Of some years ago."
| Unpleasant episode? Why, what
can you mean, Carl? You know nothing
connected with your name can be I'M
pleasant to me. Are We not engaged to
be married."
The gentleman's face looked strangely
contorted in the growing light Of the
moon, and his eyes seemed filled with a
smothered fire that might break out at
any moment into fierce flame Of passion.
Looking full into his companions face,
he said shortly:
"Your memory is strangely remiss,
Miss Cannell."
Something in the altered tone of his
voice frightened the woman.
"Merciful heaven, Carl, what is the
natter" che cried.
He sprang from his seat as If unable
longer to control his words and planted
himself directly in front Of the now ter
rife woman. Then with blazing eyes
devouring every change Of her features,
he said:
/ Christine Camel, tomorrow sal
l Cor
years."
His companion seemed for a moment
stunned by this abrupt announcement
Then she said slowly, and in dazed
manner:
"You are going to Europe; and To-
And you, with bitter sarcasm s'why
you, perhaps, will remember me better
during the coming years than you have
during those that have passed.
She looked at him in dull amazement
repeating slowly to herself in o strained
unnatural tone:
.Going to Europe. Going to Europe. ;
Uninterrupted her impatiently, hastily.
Il see must refresh your memory,
Christine Cannell Most people will
think what have done and am going to
do is fiendish, dcvilish; know better
it is an act Of mere justice, the sequel to
q charming little comedy enacted sir
summers ago among the Connection,
hills. Do you remember, my dear Miss
Cannell," with q bitter laugh, '.the
poor day laborer, as you were pleased
to term him, with whom you amused
yourself during the idle summer days
nearly six years ago? Do you remem
Der how you aroused his love, and how
in return, he sued for yours? Ali! set
you begin to recollect. Does my name
recall to your mind now an unpleasant
episode connected with it? Do you re
collect how you treated the poor farm
laborer's honest avowd of his love fol
you? Do You remember how You scorned
and spurned him; how you called him
brute and driveling fool; how yo,
declined q life with him Of carrots ant
turnips, and patchwork quilts and rag
carpets, rs you picturesquely put it.
| All Won do remember now I Sn0 yor