Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1882-09-06
Married for Love.

III thO icuou w ~ JuooiNO' Au ohohC
from early morning until night, not even
the smallest cloud had interfered to moder-
ate for moment its heat and now that
the hour was come, when, according to es-
tablished usage, it must set, it seems to
have gathered all its energy for final eff
fort, and hangs in the western sky like a
ball of fire, lighting up Nahant beach for a
long stretch and rejecting in the placid
water an image almost as brilliant as the
original.
The scene is really beautiful, but poor
humanity has suffered so much from that
luminary that it is totally unable to appre-
ciate its parting salute One poor mortal
is devotedly grateful and sits on the piazza
of the principal hotel, his chair tipped back,
his feet on the railing and cigarette in his
mouth contemplating the sunshine with de-
cided satisfaction. At this moment another
individual appeared on the scene.
Hot. amt it 2"
Confounded," replied our friend of the
cigarette, and offers one to the new conner
who takes it, pushes back his hat and as
sumes position almost as graceful as our
friend, and falls to contemplating the water
and the sunset. The new conner is man of
about five and twenty years. His light hair
falls on broad, intellectual forehead, his
mouth is proud and sensitive, and his upper
lip is adorned with moustache that men
take genuine delight in. His eyes are
quite blue, in which there is drift of hu-
NOR altogether the face is very pleasing,
and the large, stalwart figure which accom-
panies it makes the man decidedly worth
looking at. This is Raymond Leister.
His companion is entirely different. Jack
Hastings best friend never ventured to call
him handsome. His eyes are large and dark
and have in them dissatisfied expression.
He does not revel, as does Leister, in fine
moustache; his face is smooth, and his
mouth is perhaps trihe large, but his teeth
are fine, and when Jack Hastings laughs one
feels like racking his brain for something to
provoke his mirth afresh.
Jack Hastings is favorite, and this sum.
mer he is decided hero, for he has his
tory, and all the young ladies are devoutly
interested in him in consequence. Last win
ter the news came to Jack that an uncle in
England had died and left him considera-
BILE fortune on the condition that he marry
niece of the old man, who had lived with
her uncle ever since her infancy, and in case
of his not complying the fortune reverted to
the niece.
Now, Jack had never been overburdened
WIN luClCy duu Juc iuOd VI hhNinB q loitu
was not in the least Objectionable to him,
but the encumbrance was not at all to his
taste. Up to the time that the news came of
the will, Jack had been heart-whole, and his
friends, however, thought him lucky fel-
low, for Miss Helen Isabelle Leighton was
said to be a beauty, but as the young lady
had never visited America it was rather
| difficult to say whence came this important
| information.
Jack had made no decided objection, so it
was arranged that the young lady, accom-
panied by her aunt, after short tour through
| the continent, was to start for America and
was expected to arrive about the middle of
| September. Miss Leighton's aunt resided in
Boston, aud 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 Benedict he
determined to make the best of the time
left him; but the fates were against him.
| A few weeks after his advent at the beach
he had fallen desperately in love with a
young lady stopping at one of the cottages.
| In consequence of this Jack fully believed
himself one Of the most deeply injured NOR
tails on the face of the earth, hence the dis
satisfied expression in the young gentle
mans eyes, as he looks towards the cottage
which holds the object of his alteration.
"For a person who had just had fortune
thrown at his head, you are about as discon-
solate as fellow can be" said Raymond
but as the former made no response, he con-
tinued; 81 say, Jack, don't you like it
"Like it 2" said Jack, turning fercely on
him, 81 like the fortune, but who would
like to have girl thrown at his head
would you y"
"Thst depends altogether upon the size
OF the girl," replied Raymond, smoothing
his hair and laughing at his friends eager
ness "but to be serious, Jack, would not
get entangled with any one until had seen
Miss Leighton, and | should put stop to
my visits to the cottage, for pretty Miss
Nellie's sake, if | were YOU"
Jack looked after the retreating figure
and then, utterly regardless of his friends
advice, walked off in the direction Of the
cottage.
Miss Nellie Long had been expecting him
She lay in hammock, her hands resting
listless 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 twilight Her
head was covered by a shower of golden
curls and her complexion was as fair as a
baby's. Her eyes were large and blue, and
Just at present were fixed rather snxiously
on the road where Jack would first appear.
He was late, and she had almost given
him up, when the stalwart figure appeared
striding along toward the cottage A smile
of satisfaction plays around the pretty
mouth, which breaks into a merry laugh as
Jack leaps the low fence and stands by her
side. Raising her eyes TO his she says;
"You could not stay away, could you,
Jack, dear 2"
lie stoops to kiss her, but she pushed his
face away, and says, gently; "You must
not do it, Jack feel quite sure Miss Leigh
ton would object"
Confound Miss Leighton" says Jack, as
he throws himself on the ground.
"That is what say, Jack, but that does
not alter in the least the facts Of the case"
al have told you, Nellie, dozen times
that will never marry her."
al know it, but | am horribly jealous of
her, and cannot get her out of my mind,
night or day, and know you think about
her all the time, now don't you, Jack 2" and
! she bends forward till her eyes are looking