The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-01-21

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Robin enter our little church in bridal
white, and promise to love, honor, and obey
Lord Westwaren until death do us part
My honeymoon is spent in Paris, for insist
upon it, although friend of my elderly
bridegroom has placed his home ut our dis
posaL 1t would have driven me mad if I
had been shut up in a country house with
Lord Westwarren.
When the honeymoon is over, and we re-
turn home, am made much of in society,
drive the sweetest pair of ponies, wear the
most elegant dresses, and in short, realize
all my girlish dreams. Realized all ? Well,
every life has its turncd-down page, and
ono cannot expect everything in this world.
II L lad chosen differently knew l should
be an unhappy, disconnected woman.
My sisters visit me, and soon make excel.
lent marriages. How delighted feel to see
them comfortably settled Only Dolly re-
nains in the old nest, and as time goes on
the shy, untidy child blooms out into fair
and graceful maiden. have always been
called the flower of the flock, and Dolly,
they say, resembles me.
When Dolly is sixteen years old, Lord
Westwarren succumbs to an attack of govt,
and l am left wealthy widow. I go home
to spend the year of mourning in retire.
ment, and to wait with eager impotence for
the time when can take off my widows
cap. + is about eight weeks after my hus.
bands death, and Dolly and are sitting in
the drawing-room, now shabby no longer,
with novel in my listless fingers, and my
sister busy child-cutting out flannel petj
icoats for tho snuGy old women of the
ueighborhood.
Frances" she says, with her mouth full
of pins, do you remember Robert Bernard
i mean the Robert Bernard who went
away to America before your marriage ?
You used to fiirt with him, you know
Do I remember Robert Bernarda A great
wave of color rises to the roots of my hair,
and open my book hastily, regardless Of
:he fact that am holding it upside down.
Yes, Dolly" say "I do remember
Mr.. Bernard. Why do you ask the ques-
ton pn @
" Because he is coming home," Dolly an
swers. and they do say, Frances, that
it's to look for wife-as if he could not find
one out there! 1 dote on American wo-
men!n
You have only seen one American wo-
man," say, Grossly land because she
vas rather nice you infer that all the rest
resemble her. You are like the cockney,
who, having seen red-haired woman with
cross in her eye in hotel in Boulogne,
came back and told his friends that al
French women squinted, and had carroty
hair. By-the-by, Dolly, think shall take
of this cap" add, as / gaze at myself in
the mirror
1t does seem pity to hide your hair"
acquiesces Dolly and 30 the ugly thing is
discarded, in spite of my mothers gentle
protest. Nobody minds mamma but Dolly,
who is absurdly old-fashioned in her ideas.
My little sisters news has set my heart
beating as it used to beat when Robin look
ed at me. He is coming back, and, aftei
all, it is possible that my lover and may
be happy. l am rich, but he is no longer
poor, and our Joy will be all the greater for
our long separation.
We meet in commonplace way at o oom-
monplace dinner-party at the reetory given
In his honor, and as l gaze once more at his
handsome face grown older, and with lit
tie look of sternness about the well-out
mouth, feel that love him better thar
ever. OF course We cannot say much before
oil these people but he promises to come
and see me, and return home with light
heart, my heart full of bright anticipations.
We'll" says Dolly, as she helped me to
disrobe, " how did you enjoy the party,
and what do you think of the nine-days'
wonder 2"
The nine-lays' wonder ?" l repeat, look
ing at Dolly in the mirror, for she is comb
ing out my long hair, having replaced my
dress by a comfortable wrapper.
DO you know that he saved n boy from
1rowning, or something of the kind, on the
voyage 2" says Dolly, looking admiringly at
ny golden locks. e Il could love a man like
hat, Frances"
" You always know all the goings on of
the neighborhood," return, feeling vexed
with my sister, without exactly knowing
spend SO much time with those vulgar old
people, Dolly"
You forget, Frances" says Dolly, with
smile, " that am only Dolly Seaforth,
and you are Lady westwarren. Come, give
me kiss, and go to bed, for you are tired,
know, and just little bit cross, Fairy"
The old name How long to hear Rob-
In call me Fairy in the old, loving way. He
is coming tomorrow, and perhaps my wish
will be realized. All how long for to-
morrow. Is anything in this world quite up
70 our expectation Robin comes but his
manner does not please me. 1t is frank,
sasy, cordial, bat there Is something want.
ing.
q Do you think am changed ?" l ask,
tremulously and he looks at my face with
critical eyes, and answers, slowly:
You are more beautiful than ever, Lady
Westwarren."
But am changed from the old Fairy"
! say, and tears spring to my eyes. He doe,
not see them. Time changes all things"
he says, brightly. Why,"-with start,
as my little sister enters the room" this
can't be Dollyl"
&c But it is though" she says, with
blush. '' You are thinking, know, of tho
Dolly who always had her shoes down at
the heel and her dresses torn but that is
ages ago.,
'n Ages ago 1t seems like it to me as
watch the two, and see the admiration in
Robins eyes as he looks at Dolly. My sister
does not know how my heart aches when,
after dinner, Robin seeks her society in
stead of mine. am proud, and hide my
disappointment as well as can, but my
punishment is almost greater than I can
bear. But, nevertheless, have to bear a
great deal of it. After his first visit, Robin
is always at the place, always asks for Dolly,
accompanies her in her rides and drives and
walks. and dimes with US three or four times
week. l cannot say him nay for very
shame, as he has prospered in America, and
is repor;ed to have made a fortune; but it