Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-04-11
IN VAIN
BY ALICE DALE.

No, Mr.. Warrington, it can neve,
be ! would not marry an artist-a
poor man speak plainly-ior 1t is
my nature to be frank and It would be
cruel to deceive you have been sur
rouaded by luxury all my life; II
were to marry you, my uncle, upon
whom depend, would disinherit me,
and II became poor should die 20
That last argument summed up the
whole matter. Ivy Glenn might en-.
deavor to hide the truth from the man
At her side by specious excuses but
those last words, and the look upon her
face, told Lee Warrington more Of her
true nature than he had ever dreamed
before.
The heart of the artist thrill. d within
him as his handsome dark eyes swept
the lovely face and perfect figure. Into
his eyes there crept q look Of anguish
too deep for expression. But he said
nothing.
He stood there quite still, and his
eyes stud ing the picture before him
with true artists appreciation-then he
bowed courteously, and murmuring q
few words Of farewell he left her
alone.
Ivy stood for time in silence, listen
ing to the ringing footstsps go down the
broad stone wslk which led to the
outer gates; then she stepped into the
room, and sinking with languid grace
into blue satin lounging chair, laugh.
ell aloud-a sweet little musical laugh,
with q tinge Of derision In it.
The very idea I" she exclaimed,
that /, Ivy Glenn, the beauty, and
reputed heiress Of old John Glenn, the
millionaire, should stoop to marry q
strolling painter Why, Lee Warning
ton must be mad With my beauty
and the money which Uncle John
intends to leave me / ought to marry q
title
She arose and left the room to dress
for grand entertainment to be given In
honor OF n wealthy Mr.. Hurstleigh-
quite the lion Of the day-one of the
cur.ed darlings of society at present.
Regal In creamy velvet robe, with
scarlet Iomegranate blossoms in her
| golden hair and looping the frosty lace
Overdress-quite an unusual toilet-Ivy
Glenn was the loveliest woman present,
and the centre of quite a court of ad
mirers. Once or twice, glancing up,
she caught a glimpse Of Lee Warning
| ton-for the artist, in spite of his
poverty, was quite IA much Of lion
/ in his way in society as Mr.. Hurstleigh
himself. The dark eyes Of the young
man met the quick, eager gaze of the
| blue ones. He did not change color,
and his stead fast gaze did not waver.
Somehow, Q little thrill of piqne went
through Ivy's selfish heart and az she
observed his handsome head bent lowly
over the woman at his side-a sparkling
and vivacious brunette beauty-Ivy sci
her little pearly teeth hard into hel
scarlet under lip, with o strange PAM
of unrest. Perhaps 1t was sort o
"dog In the mapger" sensation-if
may be allowed to use such a compari
son but certainly, though she did no
want him herself, she did not wish an,
other woman to monopolize his atten.
ton.
Lee took his departure early ant
somehow, after that, to Ivy the evening
dragged horribly-ail the froth ant
sparkle of the entertainment had dis
appeared. But she turned her attention
to Mr.. Hurstleigh, and tiirted with blu
so desperately, that more than on
whisper I'd assertion was made to tn
effect that 1t would "certainly be
mach" Yet, when at a late hour
quite tired out-Ivy Glenn entered he
own luxurious chamber and sank int
seat before the tiny wood fire whicl
burned uoOn the marble hearth, tn
night being chilly, there stole over be
face look of such utter wsariness-no
physics fatigue altogether-that wa
quite pitiful TO sec in the face of one s.
young and "a favorite of the gods"
Pm tired of 1t ALL" she exclaimed
petulantly; tired of George Hurs,
leigh's platitudes more, psrhnps, thai
any thing else! bus Uncle John say
that cannot do better than marry hin
apd-and" caught her breat
with q gasp Of actual terror "uucl
says that he, himself, has been losin
money fearfuily of late, and-God he,
us!-he may yet be ruined! But he ad
vises n to keep mp an outward she,
of gayety, and attend receptions an
balls as usual, and If George Hurstleig
asks me to marry him-I-"
She checked herself, and arising {
her feet, began to pace slowly up an
down the chamber, tie long whit
cashmere robe which she had dome
trailing after her in snowy folls, he
jeweled hands closely clasped, q loo
In her eyes that VAS not good to zee 1
such young eyes-a mprcenary, bard
calculating expression. She paused q
} last, gazir q down into The fire.
eyes, he shall ask me to marry himi
! she said, elowly; and then-farewe
forever to the might have beeni' Al
, mer'-she moved slowly across ii
floor once more. ooh, we'll, I'll retir
and In the morning, Til be over a
+. this foolishness!'
/ A week afterward, Ivy Glen rea
I the name of Lse Warrington among Il
list of passengi RS bound for Italy, on
: | certain ocean steamer. So lie H.
. gone away, and had never called to Sd
goodbye.
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friend of yOurs StOcS bridge We