New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-30
SIX YEARS.

Mdudlue MafSCuel Ilau SdUuereu her
"dear five hundred"
He was not so deliberately dressed
as the other men present. His coat
had been sponged and brushed for the
occasion, although his gloves were
fresh and of the incest quality, which
bit of extravaganza nearly emptied his
purse.
Truth to tell, Alvin Sutton's fame
just at present exceeded his finances.
He was q rising young author, and
as such Madame Marschel who was a.
charming little old Frehch lady, had
become interested in him, and chose
to introduce him into her set,
Alvin would not have acknowledged
that he came tonight for the express
purpose Of looking once more upon
Kate Chamberlain, but such was the
fact.
Outwardly, he was quiet and easy,
carrying himself-despite his shabby
coat-with the graceful insouciance
which attracted and fascinated 50
many of his acquaintance; but in his
heart, refusing to be quieted, was a
restless memory of old days, when
with a laughing sixteen-year- old girl,
he strolled along the beach of the dear
little seaport across the ocean, or
drifted with merry jest and song over
the moonlit waves of Penobscot Bay.
Six years ago!
She was a romping, gypsy-faced girl,
whose best dress was a fifty cent cash
mere
He was the village doctors son,
earning amodest remuneration with
his pen, and dreaming dreams.
Ambitious friends had stepped be-
tween them. Kate went abroad with
a wealthy aunt to complete her
destiny by a wealthy marriage he
supposed; and now at this late day he
found her in Paris, unmarried still,
surprisingly brilliant, the admiration
and the alteration of the gay world
wherein she moved, and betrothed, it
was whispered, to Lord R, prom
inent M. p, twice her years in age,
but immensely wealthy.
Kate's beauty did not consist ofreg-
ularity OF feature, hermonth was too
large, her chin too decided. She had
magnificent hair and eyes, however,
and there was an intangible witchery
about her presence that brought
scores oflovers at her feet.
For this they called her coquette,
and women said spiteful things about
her.
Only a few among her society friends
understood the real nobility of her
nature. Those who knew her best
were to be found in thepoverty -strick-
en- haunts of the great city, but Kate
was not made of the stuff to rehearse
her own deeds of tenderness and char
ity. I'd.
Tonight, asshe stood in the centre
OF a brilliant group, radiant in satin,
lace and costly Jewels, her old time
boy-lover was, doing her a great inius-
tice in his thoughts.
Proud, selfish and vain, he told him
self; the innocent girl-heart he had
known warped by her frivolous, shall
low life-sold to an old man for mon
Bey.
] Nevertheless heidi not object when
1 his hostess led him forward IA
Miss Chamberlain, [ have the pleas.
IRE to present Monsieur Sutton-of
your own country, mann 'selle.' =
Alvin bent low before her, with a
family sarcastic smile curving the big
brown moustache. Would she recog-
nize him?
"Sutton-Alvin :sutton!' said Kate,
a sudden BRIGHT smile lighting her
great eyes as she frankly gave him her
hand; "of my own native village, dear
madamev'
And shenodded gayly at the French
woman, who aEched her delicate eyes
in surprise.
"Ah! is that:so? What pleasure!'
Yes, indeed, it dis a pleasure" re-
sponded Kate, with another smile at
Alvin, which made the men about her
green with jealousy, while the young
man himself bowed again and muir
nered something about tttDo much
honor"
One by one the others drifted away,
until they stood quite alone together.
4 hot resentment had grown up IN
Alvln's heart against her She was so
much at her ease, SO lovely, and graz
cio,ls, and smiling Did she know or
did she care what he was suffering?
When the others had left them, q
new shyness came into her manner.
That smile in her eyes, that futtering
color in her smooth cheeks, the old
child-like cadence in her low tones
what did it all mean?
But with the sudden remembrance
Of her title lover, he crushed out the
passionate hopes in his heart, and
mentally called himself a fool to be
thrilled SO by the coquettish arts Of
this woman.
She was making the most of herlas
days OF freedom that was very evil
dent.
Well, since she desired q Irritation,
why should he not crafty her, and in,
dulge this mad desire of his for com
partnership with the woman whom he
had struggled SO vainly to forget?
Surely, q more intimate knowledge