The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-10-30
SIX YEARS.

shadow of the drapery, looking up the
long and brilliantly lighted salon where
Madame Marschel had gathered 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 emptiedh his
purse.
Truth to tell, Alvin Sutton's famc
just at present exceeded his finances.
He vas a rising young author, and
as such Madame Marschel who was q
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 so
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 thedear
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 ffty.cent cash
mere.
He was the village doctors son,
earninG amodest remuneration with
his pen, and acknowledgements.
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, APRON
inent M. p, twice her years in age,
but immensely wealthy.
Hates beauty did not consist ofreg-
ularity of feature, her month waste
large, her chin too decided. She had
magnificent hair and eyes, however,
and there was an intangible witchery
about her presence that brought
scores of lovers at her feet.
For this they called her a 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.
Tonight, as she 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, hetoldhim-
self; the innocent girl-heart he had
known warped by her frivolous, shall
low life-sold to an old man for mon
ey.
Nevertheless he did not object when
his hostess led him forward.
Miss Chamberlain, / have the pleas.
ure to present Monsieur Sutton-of
your own country, mann 'selle."
Alvin bent low before her, with a
faintly-sarcastic smile curving the big
brown moustache. Would she recog-
nize MIN?
"Sutton-Alvin Suttonl" said Kate,
a sudden bright smile lighting her
great eyes as she frankly gave him her
hand; .sof my own native village, dear
madame!v
And henodded gayiy at the French
woman, who arched her delicate eyes
in surprise.
"Ahl is that so? What pleasureI''
Yes, indeed, it is q 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
mered something about "too much
honor
One by one the others drifted away,
until they stood quite alone together.
hot resentment had grown up IN
Alvin's heart against her. She was so
much at her ease, 30 lovely, and graz
cous, and smiling. Did she know OF
uid she car what he was suifering2
When the Others had left them, a
new shyness came into her manner.
ihat smile in her eyes, that fiutterina
color In her smooth cheeks, the old