The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-09-12

The were alone, and could say few
words in comfort.
.rDenman, old boy, l am perfectly hap
pyr
Denman W red TO express his pleasure
but Florence gave him no opportunity o
doing So All the joy in the good man
heart dubbed to the surface.
"Just think of it, job Is il not astonish-
ing that pretty young girl like that
could accept met / know quite well that
/ am ugly, and certainly not very young,
for 1 am forty-four. Many another she
might have married, without counting
Frank, who, you know. worshipped her.
| But no. She wanted Billy Florence, and
she has got him. 1t came about, too, in
such an extraordinary fashion. For some
| time had noticed she was sad and out OF
! spirits / feared lest some unfortunate
love affair caused this state of things. In
vain did her mother and | talk it over to-
| gether. We could think of no one whom
she could possibly care a pin for Final
nally, one morning, in came Mrs. Chip,
all in tears, to my Office. 1T is you, Will
liam, whom she lovesr she cried. And so
it was Just think of that, old fellow!
And who ever heard of man having two
such strokes OF good luck following so
close on one another as / have had in this
year2 To be admitted into the house of
| Speed as full partner, with no capital but
my brains, and to have Sylvia for my
| wife!"
At this moment couple foated into the
room, youthful pair, alike handsome,
alike young, waited, as it were, on the in
| toxicating strains of the voluptuous
music.
The bride was looking straight into the
eyes of her husbands partner, and the
| lips of both were moving rapidly MS they
| whispered into each others ear.
1T is falsep Kissed Sylvia, fiereely, but
still smiling.
81 swear it is truew answered the
young man, even paler than the bride.
''My uncle insisted on it. He was dying.
and YOU were gone. How could resist Z"
From afar, Florence looked at the pair
slow pretty she is! How well they
dance together"
But as the two caught sight Of him they
separated, and Sylvia went directly to-
wards her husband.
"You here2s she said. "Evcryone is
looking for you. Why are you not in the
ball-foomf"
And as she spoke, she hastily rested
his cravat, while Florence smiled out OF
the corner of his eyes at job, and was too
delighted with the little hand iiuttering
at his throat to notice the trembling OF
each slender finger.
"Give me your arm" she said, and they
entered the bathroom together.
Her long white train made his badly
cut, ill-feeling coat appear still worse, but
a coat can he made over again, and it was
necessary to accept him as he was.
Nevertheless, Sylvia had a moment OF
gratificd vanity AS she bowed to the right
and to the left in their progress.
Unfortunately, it soon came to an end,
for in the corner sat a young and pretty
woman, whom no one asked to dance.
As soon as he perceived her, Florence
Mt once went to her, and Sylvia found her
| self compelled to take seat at her side
1t is needless to say that this lady was
MRS. George" To whom else would he
have spoken with this respectful tender
nessf In whose hand but hers would he
have placed his little Sylvia's, as ht
said
"You will love her, will you mott Yor
are 80 good, and she needs your advice So
much--your knowledge of the world"
"But you forget" interrupted Mrs
George, "Sylvia and l are great friends
already. We have every reason to low
each other"
And her quiet honest eyes looked frank
ly into those of her companion.
Utterly ignorant of the way OF women
and in the habit of treating Sylvia as
mere child, Florence continued in tn,
same tome
take pattern by her. darling. Their
is no one like her in the world She il
just like her father-a true Speed"
Sylvia with her eyes cast down, bowe,
without reply. but slight SILVER raj
from the tip of her satins hoe to the small
est bud in her wreath Of orange-blos
SONS. But honest Florence saw nothing
The BAH, the music the lights, and tn
flowers had intoxicated him. He though
everyone as happy as himself and knew
and suspected nothing of the rivaliie
and petty iealousies that went on abou
him.
He did not see De Lacy, with his elbow
on the chimney piece, one hand ON his hip
holding his hat, waiting for the time t.
come to utilize his especial talents; no
did he notice Mr.. Chip leaning against
pillar of the door, more furious than eve
against the Speeds.
Oh, these Speedsl Why should they
occupy such conspicuous position at thu
wedding2 What had they to do with il
And he. the father of the bride. had not
even been presented to Mrs George!
And the little man cast enraged glances
at his wife, who sat smiling in supreme
content.
At the wedding, as at almost all others,
the distinct circles jostlel against each
other, but did not harmonic. Finally,
one gave way to the other.
| .srhnaa Spaels" ~ ha 81 irpitntp1 Mr.
Chip, magnate of the Stock Exchange,
a distinguished solicitor, and the old mil
ionaire. Mr. Gray, who formed the aristoc-
racy of the ball, all retired about mid
night.
Then the bride with her mother and
Florence. slipped away. leaving Mr.. Chipp,
| who had recovered his spirits, to do the
honors
Through the deserted roads the bridal
carriage rolled heavily towards the new
home. MIS-. Chip talked increasingly,
enumerating all the splendors of this
memorable day, dwelling especially on
the dinner the ordinary carte of which
had been to her the epitome of luxury
4 Sylvia was half asleep in the corner of the
carriage, and Florence's heart was toe
full to speak. Once he attempted to take
in his the little white hand that rested on
the window. but il was quickly with
drawn. and he sat lost in silent alteration
Once the carriage stopped, to drop Mrs
Chip at her own door, which was all tot
narrow for the volrmmous hounces of her
gorgeous Dress A few minutes later tn,
carriage drew up before the iron gates o
an old house in lambeth.
The bride leaned forward Had not al
the lights been extmgushcd. Florenc,
would have seen the smile Of tri,imrh tha