News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-03-30
MARRYING A TITLE.

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 b. 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 obtrusiye guests he would have
passed unnoticed during his sojourn in
Millburn had not an observant chamber
maid found that his handkerchief was
marked with 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 ripping circle of news
had widened till it included all Mill
burn, and Mr. DelamaYn awakened to
find himself famous the hotel clerk in
formed him obsequiously that much
more eligible suit of apartments on the
parlor floor was vacant three walters
commended for the honor of taking his
order at breakfast by ten o'clock the
musical guest was playing "God 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 a ''British
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
coat of-arms where an improbable ami
NAL in an impossible position stood
jealous sentinel over three objects which
she promptly identified as ''heraldic
thingummies. -
The object of ell these attentions did
not lose his head; possibly because he
had already lost his heart. A tri1ing
service to Miss Dennison, when he met
her, terrified by the admiration of
drunken rowdy, had introduced him
the acquaintance had become closer at
picnic at last it ripened into some
thing more than a summer Irritation. |
Marion was the only child of rich !
man she was romantic, ambitious, |
self-willed and sadly spoiled. How she
had come to fall in love let them explain
who can explain such things; suffice it
that she had, and that she loved with
the intense fervOr OF her passionate
nature.
'fYou never told me that your father
was peer" she said to Walter on the
day that he became the lion of Mill
burn.
''Didn't II" he said, lazily; ''wel, I
thought that in America all men were
free and equal-besides, that you cared
for me only because I was myself"
$50 do, dear r' she whispered yet |
she sat up late that night, scribbling
''the Hon. Mrs. Walter Delamayn" and
'Lady Melfort" over her note paper,
and when she slept it was to dream of
coronets and court presentations.
When Mr.. Delsmayn declined to stir
from lis third story room where. he de-
clared, he was perfectly comfortable, or
to avail himself of the attentions show
cred upon him, public enthusiasm was
manifestly abated, and when the news
of his engagement and approaching
marriage to Marion Dennison was an
nounced, the female portion of the COM
munity Instantly declared its conviction
that he was an impostor, that it had
known so all along aud that any one
could see if with half an eye. Her
father did not like the match.
"He knows too much for q lo-d.
Marion" he said, "and he won't give
any account of himself. 'If your daugh-
ter marries me, he says, it is without
knowing who am, or seeking to know
who L am, or more than this-that I
love her and viii provide for her.
When / hinted that he could afford to
be magnanimous, knowing / was rich,
he asked: Have I asked about Miss
Marion's fortune p and true enough he
hasn't; but | don't fancy Linn, Marion,
and it's utterly unhusiness like" the
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eyes. "dowever, my dear, you're of
age, and you always have had your own
way, so marry him If you insist on it.
If the worst comes to the worst, you
can always come back to me-"
"Come back if had been deceived
back to this little town of tattlers %
,aid Marion, scornfully. "You know,
ather, that I never would do that
would die first. Bat I love Walter and
will trust him and marry him -
She did, and only a few days later,
lfter very brief bridal tour, she aid !
Ter husband babe the old man farewell,
IS he sailed from New York to South
summoned thither by news of
peril to railroad enterprise in which
lie was largely interested.
"And SO you really, truly love me,
Marion ?" asked her husband, after din
Ter that evening, as they sat together,
her head reclining on his shoulder and
Ter hand in his.
"Do you-can you doubt it ?" was
Ter answer.
But is it myself you love? Could
7ou tomorrow, if cur fortunes were
,hanged from what you think them,
,ome with me and face the world in the
ierce, thankless struggle poor man
must fight for his daily bread Could
vou be my wife for worse as well as for
'etter--in poverty even as in wealth ?" +,
What silly nonsense you talk But
Why do you ask ?" she said, nervously, :
truck by the seriousness of his tone.
Because, my DEAR" he said, hest
"your husband is a salesman
It Hauptmann's, at $500 year, and his {
Holiday ends tomorrow Nay, do not
urse me--do not turn from me- I
ga salesman p" she said, springing {
rom her seat, and rising to her full
eight then you deceived me ! And I
'ou call yourself man and pretended ,
hat you loved meF' and with moan
he sank down beside the sofa and
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