The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-11-12
SIX YEARS..

SnauOW OF the ufapery, looking up ene
lorg 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 emptied his
purse.
Truth to tell, Alvin Sutton's fame
just at present exceeded his finances.
He was a rising young author, and
as such Madame Marschel who was a
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 quoted, was a
restless memory of old days, when
with a 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 ago.
She was romping, gypsy-faced girl,
whose best dress was a fifty cent cash
mere.
He was the village doctors son,
earning modest remuneration with
his pen, and dreaming dreams.
Ambitious friends had stepped be-
tween them. Kate went abroad with
wealthy aunt to complete her
destiny by a wealthy marriage, he
supposed; aud 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, prom
inent NJ. P, twice her years in age,
but immensely wealthy.
Hates beauty did not consist ofreg-
rlar!ty 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 a eoauette,
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
We're to DE 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 brilliant group, radiant in satin,
lace and costly jewels, her old-time
boy-ioyer was doing her great inius-
tice in his thoughts.
Proud, selfish and vain, hetold him.
self; the innocent g1-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, mam'selle.
Alvin bent low before her, with q
faintly-sarcastic smile curving the big
brown moustache. Would she recog-
nize him?
nsutton-Alvin Sutton,' 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
woman, who arched her delicate eyes
in surprise.
fAh! is that so? What pleasure"
Eyes, indeed, it is a pleasure" re-
sponded Kate, with a4other smile at
Alvin, which made the men aS,oAt 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.
4 hot resentment had grown up In
A,vin's heaft against her. She was so
much a. her ease, SO lovely, and gra-
cious, and smiling. Did she aaow or
did she care what he was suffering?
When the Others had left them, q
new shyness came INTO her manner.
That smile in her eyes, that aattering
color in her smooth cheeks, the old
child-lik 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 a fool to be
thrilled SO by the coquettish arts OF