The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-11-13
SIX YEARS.

shadow of the drapery, looking up th
long and brilliantly lighted salon wher'
Madame Marschel had gathered he
-sdear five hundred"
He was not so elaborately dressed
as the other men present. His coa1
had been sponged and brushed for th'
occasion, although his gloves were
fresh and of the incest quality, which
bit ofextravagance nearly emptied hi
purse.
Truth to tell, Alvin Sutton's fam'
just at present exceeded his finances
He was rising young author, ano
as such Madame Marschel who was 6
charming little old Frehch lady, ha6
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 timself-despite his shabby
coat-with the graceful insouciance
which attracted and fascinated SO
many OF his acquaintances; but in his
heart, refusing to be auieted, was a
restless memory of old days, when
with laughing sixteen-year-old girl,
he strolled along the beach of the dear
little seaport across the ocean, or
drifted with merry Jest and song over
the moonlit waves of Penobscot Bay.
Six years agol
| She was a romping, gypsy faced girl,
whose best dress was a fifty cent cash
mere.
He was the village doctors son,
earning a modest remuneration with
his pen, and dreaming dreams.
| Ambitious friends had stepped be-
tween them. Kate went abroad with
g. 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.
| Kate's beauty did not consist ofreg-
ularity of feature, her month was too
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 coquette,
and women said spiteful things about
/ her.
Only 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, hetold him
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 Chamberl.c...n l....n, have the pleas.
ure " present Monsieur Sutton-of
your own country, mann 'selle."
Alvin bent low before her, with
family smile curving the big
brown moustache. Would she recog-
nize him?
':sSutton-Alvin Suttonm said Kate,
a Sudden bright smile lighting her
great eyes as she frankly gave him her
hand; "of my own native village, dear
madame!"
+ And she nodded gayly at the French
in surprise.
"AhI is that so? What pleasure!"
eyes, indeed, it is a pleasure" re-
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
A hot resentment had grown up IN
Alvin's heart against her. She was SO
much at her ease, so lovely, and gra-
cious, and smiling. Did she know or
ulu sic CdE6 WilctU lie WAS suffering!
When the others had left them, q
new shyness came into her manner
That smile in her eyes, that fiuttering
color in her smooth cheeks, the old
child-like cadence in her low tones
what did it all mean?
But with the sudden remembrance
of her title lover, he crushed out the
passionate hopes in his heart, and
mentally called himself fool to be
thrilled SO by the coquettish arts of
this woman.
She was making the most of her last
days of freedom-that was very evi-
dent.
Well, since she desired Irritation,
why should he not crafty her, and in
dulge this mad desire of his for com
panionship with the woman whom he
had struggled so vainly to forget?
Surely, more intimate knowledge