The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-06-13
FOR HIS MOTHERS SAKE.
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OnmArfseo At tweDey>twos vas rich, entirely my own mistress, and considered . more than pretty. and seill. in spite cl many excellent opportunities to change my condition, ! vas rapidly drifting on toward old-maidenhood DO wonder peo- pie call me hard to please. had admiIeEs and suitors in plenty i; where Is the heiress who has uoef And two men loved me
 l say two men. There were mAny who made professions, and of whose sincerity l have no means to judge. but the.s'two l can answer for as for myself and know they loved me.
 Never were two people more unlike each other, in 'ooks, in taste, disposition. temper, everything. It seemed the strang- est thing in the world that both should fancy me.
 Even their respective circumstances and positions in life offered a striking contrast. George Rcdfen was a wealthy and influential banker. forty yeass of age, grave, quiet and reserved in manner, and with an undisputable and enviable stand. ing in $ociety-a man against whom no breath of reproach or blame had ever stirred while Robert Dene-my Robert whom ! loved--was comparatively poor, having only his salary as confidential clerk in the Redfem bank (out of which be supported a widowed mo,herl and vas one of those merry, cheerful, Eghs.heaHted scllows who somehow-pexhaps from their very love oi company and pieAsuEs-Rss the name of being wild without de- serving it. Certain it Is that Robert mer- ited no word of evil, though there was a time when 1t looked otherwise.
 Mrs. Dene had been my dear dead mothers friend. Naturally often went to visit her. She vas great invalid, and hardly ever went out except for an occa. sional quiet drive with her devoted son, who idolixed her 90 much so that grew positively jealous.
 For Robert and misunderstood each other as lovers will. He was very sens,. tive and high-minded. lthought, at first, that because l was an heiress he would never speak the love knew he felt, and which longed to hear but the welcome declaration came at last.
 And had Mir. Redfesu to thank for 1t. l met him at Mrs.. Dene's cottage one evening, when he had stopped to speak to Robert on some business, having chanccd to sec him in the garden es he was riding past
 was at the window leaning out, and he saw me. l knew, afterwards, that was the reason he astonished Robert by ac. cepting his invitation to come in.
 He was d very quiet, retiring man, go- ing little into society, and bearing the reputation of a confirmed old bachelor, but after that evening he changed.
 l seemed to meet him everywhere. He made the acquaintance of people whom visited. He took to going to balls, theatres, operas; and when met him q good many times he requested permis. sion to call on me.
 Robert heard of it and grew jealous. Ose evening he came to me, his dear handsome face looking gloomy and sad enough.
 We have been friends for years," said he, "and believe you like me well enough to grant me favor 1 love you, Kate, That's no news to you. is itl We'll, 1 never should have told you so-nevsr should have asked you to become my wife, because you are rich and am poor ; but, my girl, can't stand quietly by and see another take what I'd have died to win so want you to tell me truly fl you intend to marry Redfern, and If it's yes, shall go out of the country and stay out until can get over it."
 Oh, the h ,ppy girl was when heard himl The precious words had lopged for were spoken at last. He nigh, have seen the joy in my face. felt my cheeks burn and my eyes grow bright with hap piness; but he kept his face gloomily turned away.
 8 stole up to him, half shy, half bold, all joyful, and slipped my hands about his arm.
 "And can you get over 1t, do you think P l asked demurely.
 He looked at me then, and disengaged his arm. He thought was trihing with his pain, and was vexed at me.
 "This is no jest with me, Miss Craven, whatever it may be 10 you" he said quite sharply ,"I did not expect that you would , make it one. Yes," very coldfy, "I am not love-sick fool. do suppose 1 shall get over it."
 looked at him responsibility. felt the tears spring to my eyes a. his words and tone.
 "You don't love me as love you, then, Robert," l said softly "tor if you go away and leave me %, I'm afraid never , shall get over it."
 "Oh, my darlingt' How quickly his face frightened as he caught nay hand.
 You say that, Kate3 You mean it ' You don't love Redfern1 You won't marry him z"
 "I love you," 1 answered, as his dear arms claspcd me close "and you only will mary"
 And 90 we were engaged. And Robert . drove me over to the cottage, there and then, to tell his mother. "She will be % pleased, ," he said. "I believe that she suspected my feelings. Bat would not con6de them to her, les, the lear of disappointment and pain to me should distress her" How he loved her! 4 little jealous pang shot throu sh my foolish heart.