Connecticut western news., 1882-03-15
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 Marion Dennison chose for herself when she accepted Walter Delamayn as her husband. She knew little of him-no one could possibly have known much of him, for when he arrived at the pleasant little New England town of Millburn 1t was as one of some scores of summer visitors, and by no means the most conspicuous among them. He was a gentleman-at least he seemed one. He was handsome, manly, of dis tinguished manners, though cool and almost languid, and he showed his read ing and social accomplishments, though only when drawn out, and then with some reluctance.
 "Walter Delamayn, London, Eng.," was the name the young man had reg istered at the hotel, and in the throng of more obtrusive guests he would have passed unnoticed during his sojourn in Millburn had not an observant chamber. maid found that his handkerchief was marked with a coronet, fact which she communicated to her intimate friend, a lady's maid, who told it to her mistress, who con6ded it to her companions. Next day the rippling circle of news had widened till it included all Mill burn, and Mir. Delamayn awakened to find himself famous the hotel clerk in- formed him obsequiously that 8 much more eligible suit of apartments on the parlor floor was vacant three walters contended for the honor of taking his order at breakfast; by ten o'clock the musical guest was playing 'sGod Save the Queen" on the hotel piano, and steady rain of autograph albums had set in. The young lady whose maid enjoyed the chambermaid's friendship was the proud owner of "Britisk peerage," and she had found that the Hon. Walter Delamayn was the son and heir of Montagu, Eleventh Baron Mel fort, possessor of wide estates, and a coat of-arms where an improbable ami nal in an impossible position stood jealous sentinel over three objects which she promptly identified as "heraldic thipgummies.
 The object of all these attentions did not lose his bead; possibly because he had already lost his heart. A trifine service 10 Miss Dennison, when he mei her, terrified by the admiration of { drunken rowdy, had introduced him the acquaintance had become closer a a picnic; at last it 1ipened into some thing more than a snmmer filtration Marion was the only child of ricl man; she was romantic, ambitious self. wiiled and sadly spoiled. How sh had come to fall in love let them explai who can explain such things; suffice that she had, and that she loved wit the intense fervor of her passionat nature.
 "You never told me that your fathe was peer," she said to Walter on tn day that he became the lion of Mill burn.
 s'Didn't I ?" he said, lazily; "well,
 thought that in America all men wer free and equal-besides, that you care for me only because I was myself"
 "So do, dear p she whispered ye she sat up late that night, scribblin
 ''the Hon. Mrs. Walter Delamayn" an
 'Lady Melfort" over her note paper
 and when she slept it was to dream (
 coronets and court presentations. When MT. Delamayn declined to st
 from his third story room where, he d, , clared, he was perfectly comfortable, ( , to avail himself of the attentions show cred upon him, public enthusiasm ws manifestly abated, and when the new of his engagement and approachin marriage to Marion Dennison was al nounced, the female portion of the con munity instantly declared its conv1ctio
 that he was an impostor, that it ha known so all along and that any or could see it with half an eye. H.
 father did not like the match.
 "He knows too much for a lort ] Marion," he said, ''and he won't gi1
 any account of himself. If your daugl
 ter marries me, he says, it is withol , knowing who am, or seeking to kno who 1 am, or more than this-that love her and will provide for hel When hinted that he could afford be magnanimous, knowing was ric
 he asked: Have I asked about Mi
 Marion's fortune ? and true enough
 hasn't; but don't fancy him, Mario 2 and it's utterly unbusiness like," tl g crowning offense in Mir. Dennison 0 eyes. "dowever, my dear, you're e age, and you always have had your oV I way, so marry him if you insist on IL If the worst comes to the worst, v
 can always come back to me-" I "Come back if I had been deceiv }, back to this little town of tattlers ), said Marion, scornfully. "You kno u father, that I never would do that A would die first. But love Walter a
 I will trust him and marry him F l. She did, and only a few days lat, 2 after avery brief bridal tour, she . q Ter husband bade the old man farewe Ei as he sailed from New York to Sou
 America, summoned thither by news