The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-06-20
CAUGHT IN THE TOLLS.

people called her partly because
she was beautiful and partly be.
cause she was rich, for riches call
forth many praises nowadays.
Una Dupree was her name, and
she was the embodiment of lowell.
ness and heartlessness. She could
count her couquests by the score,
and men were growing shy Of the
lovely triaer.
II was at u grand reception where
Una Dupree met Eustace Vincent.
Eustace loved her from the mo.
ment he first saw her, and in half
an hour a mutual friend had pre-.
sented him.
This was the beginning.
Una admired the handsome,
earnest man, who listened half rev.
orently to every word from her
tempting lips.
And then he was the lion of the
select circle in which be moved.
lie was wealthy and u genius,
and what more could heartless
woman like Una Dupree desire
than the adoring yet respectful de-
votion she knew SO well how to
VIM
Her new lover was q poet.
Already he had begun a promis.
ing career in the trying fields Of
literature.
There was a chance to test the
grand passion. Aud SO she did
test ii.
Almost two months had crept by,
when the grand denonement came.
1t was at a soiree given by the
aunt aud guardian of Una that
Vincent learned his fate. She had
never seemed more brilliant, more
sarcastic, or more lovely than on
that night.
Her dress Of ruby.colored velvet
contrasted strangely with the mar.
ble.like whiteness Of her face.
The jetLy braids Of hair were
coiled or top of her proudly.poised
head, giving an additional air Of
hautcur TO her rather petite figure.
Vincent having been her most
devoted slave during the evening,
she had taken his arm for a prom.
enade, and together they wandered
out on the balcony.
Una was growing almost weary
Of his earnest, honest devotion.
lie had told her that he had
something particular to say TO her
tonight, and now she was ready
to listen.
"Una," he began in a low pass
ionate tone.
81 came here tonight 10 tell you
that l love you, and l have loved
you from the FIRST time I saw you.
una, darling, won't you love mt
just little in return?
"Will you be my own?"
He was standing close to her
his face on a level with her own
and she could feel his hot breath
on her cheeks.
al am sorry for YOU" began
Miss Dupreo.
81 did not know"
And then she paused.
Whatever her many faults were
actual lying was not one of them.
~ mean, that l only cure for you
as a fricndp
"Una, you cannot mean i'll
Surely you have not been trif
ling with me?
"You do not mean to say thai
you do not love me at all2
ayes; I do mean to say that,
she replied in cold, quiet tones.
His look Of amazemcnt changoc
to one of anguish.
"Una," he pleaded, as n mar
would plead for his life.
"If you do not love me now, yor
can learn to love me.
"only say there is hope for me
and | will serve for you as Jacol
served for Rachel"
"You ask what is impossible
she replied composedly.
81 could never learn to love you,
and you will forget me in time"
as it true what people say o
you--that you are incapable ofIov
ingY' asked Mr.. Vincent in tone
Of despair.
ooh, no, Mr.. Vincent.
al have always lovcd-mysclf"
"0h Una"
And there was a word Of despair
in those two words.
ayes" she continued, in Thu
same chilling, sarcastic tone:
UntLor rennla 1--we linn Dunree