Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-11-18
DID HE LOVE HER.

GeOrgette was born with silver spoon in her mouth; indeed, if 1 mis- take not, it was gold spoon, richly en- crusted with jewels, and bearing in its bowl a monstrous lump of good for tune.
 In the first place, she was one of the lovliest girls ever saw, both in soul and body. Her beauty was of dark magnificent type, which suggested to me the diminutive name of ''Jet," by which 1 always called her.
 She was barely twenty, and heiress- 1t fairly takes my breath away to write it-heiress 10 sixts thousand pounds, left her by her uncle, q German of high rank, but singularly destitute of kin dred.
 Georgette's mother had been an American girl who had met young Ru- dolph Schubert during q summer tour in the Rhineland.
 They had married against the wishes of Rudolph's family, who were shocked at what they regarded as mcSalliance. It was only after the lapse of years, when Death seemed striving to exter- minate the SchHbertS, tlrat the old Herr Uncle, as he was called, opened his heart to the orphan child of his dead brother.
 Gcorgette had been born in the United States, and she was an American to the hearts core 1 remember having thought-that afternoon when we sat out on the lawn together under the pink awning-that there wasn't the slightest trace of her fathers nationality about her.
 She was sitting in a camp-chair with bit of delicate embroidery in her hands. There was a table near by on which thigh tea was to be served when Ralph Dearing and his mother arrived. Jet had invited them; but should have known they were coming if she had not told me, for when did her eyes ever shine so brightly, or when were her cheeks so rich crimson, as when this penniless barrister was near at hand?
 Yes, Georgette was in love with him; l saw it very plainly, and it made nc uneasy. If I had only been sure oi Ralph Dearing, it wouldn't have both- cred me an instant. But, though il ! seemed most unlikely that he should not love her, was haunted by mortal feal that her money had something to de | with his devotion. Loving Set, as only a solitary Olc maid knows how to love. it was torture to me to think of my darling IS the vic, tim to the gr0velling passion of a lner ,cenary man. l had never hinted to hel the drift of my thoughts, but 1 hae made up my mind to do so, and l triet it that afternoon. Jet opened the way for me just as though she had knowl what l meant to say.
 Emily" she said, 4'what would you say if were to get married?n
 'God bless you" I answered prompt ly; ''that is, of course, provided the match was all that it should be-
 "What-whatd do you-think of Ralpf Dearing?'
 She was bending low over her work but I saw that she was blushing.
 Are you going to marry him, Jet?'' asked quickly.
 "No-o-that is-I don't know. T. tell the truth he hasn't asked me. Bu think he means to-"
 ''Of course."
 If he were to, what would you d. about it?'
 looked up in surprise, for 1 knev ! that she loved him with her whole gen erous soul.
 'Ithink I would try to find out hi : motive," said bluntly.
 He loves meat least he has told III so,n she answered softly. ''And-and think can trust himr'
 ''He told you he loved you, and ye went no further,' I cried. That wa unmanly, Jet hope you did not liste to him.h
 She blushed still more deeply.
 He would ask me if he dared" sh said; defending him not only by word | but by expression. "But he-he think Il know he feels there is a difference our positions"
 Decidedly" I said laconically, fC what she had told me gave me a yer unfortunate impression.
 ''He is very proud and sensitive, she added, and would have said nor !, but took her hand and spoke to ht with great gravity.
 "Jet," l said tcnderly, you kno that have no other wish than to st you happy. Forgive me, then, if wh' say wounds you, but l cannot he feeling that Ralph Dearing may hay thought quite as much of your fortur as of yourself" ie Do you know" she said, with Ii tic catch in her breath, "that h. troubled me, too. It would kill me if were ever to find it out.''
 ''No," 1 answered; mot unless y, found it out too lale to avert the co sequences"
 But could not give him up," sl cried. Il wish 1 were poor, then would know whether he loved me f myself"
 ' The tears started 10 her eyes, and Il