Arkansas weekly mansion., 1884-02-09
CHAPTER II.

"Who is the beautiful girl in white
velvet, with the neck lace of pearls that
must have belonged to some indian ra-
iah?'
THAT is Miss Carey, the beauty and
the heircSs- -Ah. my boy, he that can
lay hold of her Will have the chinks,
aud truly Capulet's only daughter was
not faircr.'
Miss Carey the daughter-or adopt
ed daughter, which is it-of the Copper
kinr?' continued the first speaker, a
Young English nobleman. with one Of
the largest rcnt-rolls in Great Britain.
The same,' returncd his compan
ion, Ted kaufman, a well-knOwn New
York banker. The Copper King is
not the young lady's father; she is
merely his adopted daughter, and, con-
trarv to the custom in such cases, she
does not even bear his name The gen
tlrman is Mr.. an Woodford. an old
friend and school-fcllow of my own,
which accounts for the extent of my in
formation on the subject. The young
lady has, no relatives blessed privilege
for the man who marrieS her and she
selected her own name. She was left
at the door of Noodford's . log cabin in :,
driving snow-storm, and from that hour
to this he has not learned from whence
she came She may be n Princess or
the child of Il chmney-sweep; but it is
safa o lot that ancestor viii ever
Law claim to her.
:. \ Princess, indeed, she looks.' said
Lord Stanhopc- Present me. kauf-
man, I beg"
"Certainlv: but let me warn you. It's
no use falling in love with her. Fair
and lovable us she looks, the girl must
be made o: ice, for she has refused a
score Of fellows in every way eligible. ;
That is because theright one hasn't
asked vet. returned the Englishman,
with a confident smile. sat any rate,
Pm bound to take my chance believe
am half i'm love already
Heaven fOrb'dl But whatever hap
pens remember | warned YOU
'YOu've done tour5 .duty, old man:
and shall try to be fore armed too,
hut come along.
The beautiful ElinOr received her new
captive in her customary ,naner. She
smiled sweetlv. talked pleasantly, and
half an hour later had forgotten his cx-
istcncr.
Not so Lord Stanhope, who went
home to dream of her, to make up his
mind for the twentieth time-but finally
on this occasion i that be ought TO mar
ry and settle in life in the home of his
ancestors.
The night was waning. and Elinor.
who kept early hours for n fashionable
beauty. had just expressed her intention
to 30 home. when suddenly she felt the
arm on which she was leaning trcmble,
and then become rigid as iron
s.W nat is It. DAM she asked. %lanc-
in~ up ut her companion. His face
was pale and his expression mockingly
bitter, a she had never seen it before
Nothing. Elinor.' And then they
both paused, for Il very handsome wo-
man bad barred their way, and she
held both hands impulsively toward
Mr.. Wondford.
go. Dan dearest friend, Is it really
vour But needn't ask. You are not
changed at all; L would have known
you anywhere.
..And | would have known you. too.
| think Mrs. Norton; You are not greatly
changed ci,hcr.' Dan answered. care
lesSlv. as he took one outstrrtched hand
in greeting, barely touching the deli
cately glovcd fingers with his own.
And this is YOUR daughter, the lady
continued. ...How beautiful she is;
pray introduce us. Dan
Il have no daughter" Dan returned,
pointcdly, and with something like a
frown on his face. +'ThiS is Miss ElInOr
Carey and she will, no doubt, be pleased
to make the Acquaintance of lady %
accomplished and brilliant as yourself. .
Elinor cordially acknowledged this
strangelv-worded introduction. marvel
inm what it meant She had never
known Dan to be SO cold or SO satircal
in his manner.
go. beg pardon; but people call her
your daughter. They make such mis-
lakes, vou know.
People do make mistakes, some
times replied Dan. Happily. they
are also easily corrected. sometimes.
Mrs. Norton ---.. ..-.
The lady colored deeply beneath the
faint touch of rouge on her still rounded
cheek, and then grew pale. She turned
to Elinor and said, in a Voice she valnly
strove to make quite steady:
Il hope YOU will let me have the
pleasure of improving our acquaintance,
my dear? Thanks l will call to-mor-
row"
WAS that an old friend?" Elinor
asked in g. whisper, as Mrs. Norton
passed out OF hearing.
..About forty" Dan answered. pro-
vokingly. "thongh she doesn't look 1t.
But those blonde women wear so we'll
they have no feelings l suppose. Now
that lady lost husband, vino adored
her, before she had been his wife quite
two wears: vet see how well she must
have borne it. Not even n wrinkle
To be sure he left her neatl TIA million
to console her. so :H4l. X
..And she hasn marEed again? All;
her heart was with some other man,
..;1 E1;nor chroudlv- and she cast one