The Labor enquirer., 1883-02-03

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made a vision that was indeed lovely.
+ $50 sad," continued Mrs. Curtis, my
nephew only lived year after his mar
riage. Died of malarious fever in Rome,
three years ago. Come, let me introduce
you" a.. =. ...,
Mrs. Curtis, allow me to introduce one
of my dearest friends. Mr.. Coleman
Lee, Mrs. Curtis" A. f.,
| A tiny, white gloved hand rested
moment on the lawyers spotless Kid
glove-and so they met. No vision of
the vine-covered porch crossed his mind,
as he looked at the radiant woman be-
fore him; but in her ears rang the part
ing words, as her eyes swept his grave
features and tall figure.
There was the usual amount of dancing,
music, small talk and flirting; and the
gay assemblage broke up in the 'wee,
sma' hours"
"Aunt Martha" and Helen drew her
hostess down on a sofa. Don't yawn );
one minute before we 60 to bed. Who
is Coleman Lee?'
Zone of our most distinguished law
yers."
"Married?" So.
"No. Now don't breathe it, Nell, if I
tell you. He had disappointment"
"When?"
"Oh, ever so long ago. He was one Of
Laura Holman's most devoted admirers.
You did not know her she married old
Walcombe, and went to Paris. She
firted with everybody; but we all,
thought Coleman Lee had won her.
Certainly she encouraged him; but
somehow she heard'a story about some
country girl he was engaged to when he
came here. You don't know, perhaps,
that he came. from the country but
when his uncle died and left him
wealthy, of course he gave up all his
old connections. Laura, however heard
something and refused him. He has
been grave, reserved and almost a recluse
ever since. Only a week after she sent
him Oft his uncle died, and he heard Of
the death Of his father. Three such
blows in one week were enough to make
anyone solemn for awhile, but he has
surely had time to recover in four
years"
Eyes, one would think so," and the
beauty sauntered up stairs TO bed.
$50, this was the secret Of my rejec-
tion," she murmured, as she nestled
down in the soft pillows; "he loved an
other, and that other refused him. Per-
haps he may meet like fate again"
1t was not an easy task for Helen Cur
tbs to win the man whose love had been
hers in the past years. 1t was difficult
to meet him, for he was absorbed in his
professional duties, and cared but little
for society, and the first few interviews
were hard to gain. Then she met him
everywhere, and it was not long before
she knew that, as of old, her smile was
the sunshine of his life With pitiless
resolution she drew him to her side.
Every aid that. dress could give her
wonderful beauty she called into play
all the finish Of manner her travels had
bestowed she kept in graceful play for
his eyes; for him she unfolded the cuI-
tivated intellect, till he was bewildered
by her varied information and brilliant
conversation her rich voice poured
forth its choicest songs for him; and =,
day by day, she folded round his heart
new garlands of love and admiration.
But while, at first, her aim was but to
punish, as the game progressed, she too,
began to find mines of unsuspected
worth and cntivaton Every interview
strengthened her conviction that this
man, with expanded mind and heart
contracted by the blow of disappointed
love. was not the boy who had hidden
her farewell on the moonlit porch eight
years before.
She was sitting alone in the parlor one
evening" letting her fingers stray over
the ivory keys of the grand piano, bring
Ing out little Snatches of melody, rippling
variations, or brilliant preIudes, as on'y
practical fingers can produce them in
idle moments. Suddenly she swept the
keys with few rich chords, and began
to sing Her voice filled the large rooms
as she poured out the full, clear notes,
till slowly chording, she sank the strain