The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-08-12

| Dody. fer trlendhness, frank as light ITSELF
eomforted and soothed him, until nature
and Mrs. Coffee's tact rendered him sound
In body and almost in mind. One sharp ap.
plication was needed, however, to complete
the latter
The melancholy which hung about this
strong and handsome young fellow was very
becoming it seemed pity to dispel it ;
but his wise friend did not falter in the
duties of her administration.
He was about to depart, his visit being ut
an end, when he referred to his sorrow as
incurable. f las
Had she proved unworthy Of my love l
could forget her; but what can cure grief
1t the loss of one so devoted to her duty ?"
Devotion to her duty Fiddlesticksl
Dear Bob, excuse me, but the truth is that
q vainer, more exacting, more selfish Great
ure than Cleone Trafford never existed. It
is time you knew the truth. She married
that old Shylock for his money, and would
MT have missed it for anything. You are
only enc of half a dozen delude6 victims
mourning over the loss Of her pale blue oyes
and blonde hair, one tenth of which wasn't
her own / assure you. Why viii men al
ways think light haired women angels? AS
for Cleone Traford, she was thirty if she
was day. She had angled for old Croesus
until she got him and she never had any
more idea of marrying you, poor doctor,
than she had of marrying her fathers coach
| man,
|
With this gigantic flea in his car, and Of
Tended for life with Mrs. Coffee, as he be
lieved, our hero started for the city. But
growing vitality gave him vigor and discre-
ton. He pronounced himself fool before
there came the friendliest and most uncon.
scious letter from Dovesdale
Busy as you may be, you must not for.
get to come to us for visit of day and q
night at least on Wednesday. We are to
have little party to welcome friend of
Hopes"
He had smiled unconsciously until read
ing the closing sentence. Then cloud be-
gan to gather on his brow. A friend of
Hopes ?-of course a lover. He had never
dreamed of such n thing; but of course
there was no reason why Hope should not
have lover. She was pleasing and good
He thought of her warm, brown eyes, her
sunshiny smile, her kind, magnetic hand
that had cooled his brow and soothed hia
nerves. Only the day before he had stop.
ped OF store to purchase French print Of
lively peasant girl with a face like Hope
Devon's. He had pinned it over his dress.
ing-table, and had meant, in few days, tc
write and tell Mrs. Coffee that he had q
photograph of her favorite. He crushed his
hat over his eyes and strobe moodily down
the street. Unconscious where he was 60
ing, he was arrested at sight of gloved
hand reckoning from q carriage. Mrs. Cot
fee
g You have my letter Be sure and come
out Wednesday. Hope will be glad to see
you. Not coming? Why not ?" searching
his face with her shrewd, kindly eyes.
He had certainly no presentable reason
for refusing. He had become convinced
that he had been q fool in tho matter of
Cleone Traford, the girl for whom he had
attempted his life. The closing thought
confirmed Mrs. CofTee's statement, and he
was anxious TO redeem his character for
good sense iii the eyes of hir good friend and
prove himself not ungrateful.
Z" 1 had not meant, br. will if you wish
it-at least, if it will pleass anybody"
It will please me. am in town shop
ping this afternoon. Let me see you early
Wednesday," and the brett rolled along.
He dressed himself moodily the following
day and rode out to Dovesdale. The GRIM
soning October landscape was beautiful,
but he failed to feel its charm-nature was
out of tune for him that morning. He look
ed bitterly at the great gray mansion, which
had been to him such haven of refuge
Was there absolutely nothing for him in
this world but pain and disappointment
How little he had dreamed whittier he was
| tending, to be made so miserable by news
that Hope Devon was to be another's but
Fate had preserved him from destruction
only to drop him into other deeps. Well,
well, the kind girl, who would be such a
treasure to the man who had won her,
should never be troubled by pain of his.
Hope Devon should never dream that her
healing had hurt him.
She came into the hall to greet him. She
wore pretty white dress garlanded with
scarlet maple leaves. Her brown eyes wer
warm and happy.
" You were very good to come" closely
pressing his hand. ~ was afraid you
would not that you had forgotten us. 1
would like You to know dear friend of
mine, who was great comfort to me when
poor papa died, in England, two years ago
Mrs. Mornington. She has just come
home"
A plump, kindly little woman, who evil
IDENTIFY could not help being kind to every
body, was presented as Mrs. Mornington.
His greeting of her was warm enough to
please even Hope; and then the latter took
his arm, and they walked through the par
lors and hall, and into the parlors again,
while they chatted, and Ellen believed there
never was such happy company nor such
a lovely day.
Yes, his heart was caught in the rebound;
he realized it before Mrs. Coffee playfully
made the accusation to his happy flushed
face, when they CHANGED to be alone for q
moment, and he did not deny it, He is
Hopes husband now, has a boy and lovely
little girl, the image Of her mother, and you
can never make him believe that any other
woman in the world was ever mads for him.