Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-12-25

speak to sleepy drones who do not understand
or appreciate me. Here there Is everything
to live for. There, nothing. He had become
mad with the spirit of speculation.
For Guy Trevors to think was to act. Before
the end of the month he had relinquished his
Boston pastorate and removed to apartments
in New York. He doffed his clerical suit and
went down to Wall street as jauntily dressed
as any dandy in the city. At first his specula-
tions were unfortunate, for he was, as yet, I'M
acquainted with the methods of the street, but
he was persistent, and reckless, too. He soon
came to be known the wild Boston specula-
tor. But there was method in his apparent
madness. Little by little every stock he touch
ed rose. By-and-bye he drove down to the
street in his own carriage. One day he cleared
500, 900 in single operation in Central Pacl-
tic That settled it. The brokers no longer
laughed at, they crowded around him for ad-
vice and patronage, and before the end of the
year Guy Trevor was one of the richest men in
Wall street, with fortune that was constantly
increasing. The door of every fashionable
house was open to him and his beautiful wife,
and the Union Club welcomed him with open
arms. The world was at his feet, and he was
determined that it should stay there.
Sometimes, after an eyentful day in the
street, he would return home weary and anx-
ious for rest, and then thought of the peace
full old days would come over him, and he
longed once more to be the simple farmer boy
Il
reading the books he then loved SO well. But
he would brush these thoughts away, and
when his wife, looking almost regal in her rich
attire, entered the drawing room he was always
ready to accompany her to whatever entertain
ment the evening offered. And worst OF all,
there was certain feeling of constraint spring.
ing up between the two. AliceS nature was OF
coarser fibre than his, and all this success and
flattery had been too much for her. She
sought his society less and less, and devoted
most of her time to the giddy companions by
whom she was surrounded. Not only this, but
she had watched with jealous eyes his devotion
to a certain Mrs. Edith Curzon, an English
widow, beautiful like herself, who almost
shared with her the honors of their social cir
Gle. Not unfrequently had she charged him
with infidelity; but he would laugh at her, tell
her that some day she should know all, and
then change the subject
1t was Christmas Eve. There was grand
party at the Trevor mansion. The great house
was brilliantly illuminated from garnet to
basement. Graceful vines of smllax, with
understanding roses, were entw1ned around
the ballustrades of the oaken staircase, and
hung pendant over the doorways. In the din
ing-rooms the bright, red berries of the holly,
with their shiny leaves of dark green, stood out
in contrast to the pale white of the camellas,
and mistletoe boughs were suspended from the
chandeliers From the cool recesses OF the
conservatory came the sound of music, and the
FLASHING of water from marble fountain. 1t
was the social event of the season and all New
York society was there to do honor to the
wealthy banker and his wife. Diamonds daz-
lied the eye, rich colors and the sensuous odor
of flowers gratified the senses.
Gayest among the gay and prominent among
the beauties of the ballroom was Mrs Edith
Curzon. she was arrayed in suit of white
lavender satin, over which were festoon folds
of rich Honiton lace. Around her throat was
clasped a necklace Of diamonds, and nesting
in her white bosom rested a bouquet of simple
violets, which almost blushed to be in such
sweet company. Guy Trevor was assiduous in
his attentions to her. With her he danced the
opening quadrile, and almost every waltz found
her his partner. He seemed to be reckless of
what the world might say, and violated the
prophecies as only rich man can. People
stared, some snickered, and Mrs. Trevor was
furious. By-and-by, Guy and Mrs. Curzon
were missed from the bathrooms and there
came into the blue eyes of Alice Trevor a cold,
steely expression which spoke of trouble. By
and-by she, too, was missed, and not long
after angry voices were heard proceeding from
the conservatory.
This is what had happened: Heated and
fatigued from the dance, Guy and Edith had
sought the GOODNESS of the conservatory, whittier
a servant had brought an ice for the lady.
Hidden by the branches of n large cactus, they
were seated together talking earnestly, and
when Alice Trevor entered, unobserved, these
We're the words she heard spoken by her hus-
band:
''Dear Edith, we cannot keep our secret much
longer. know, feel that my wife is suspc
ious, and fear that she has unkindly thoughts
of YOU"
''But why should she, Guy dearest? There
is no harm in your loving me, and want you
to promise me, like dear, good fellow, that
you will call at my house tomorrow. You
know we have so much to arrange beforew we CO."
''He shall not stir"
The words were Missed into Ediths ear, and,
as she turned, she saw Alice Trevor standing
before her, livid with rage and trembling with
passion.
$50, Mr.. Guy Trevor" continued Alice turn
ing to her husband, ''this is the secret you have
been keeping from me these many weeks! This
is the innocent Mrs. Curzon, who, not content
with trihinS with the hearts of single men,
must come to take husband from his wife.
Shame! Shame on you both!''
But, Alice, it is all mistake. Listen and
1 will explain" Guy interposed
''You will explain nothing. From this night
forth you are no husband of mine. Tomorrow
morning will return to Lenox and you will
never me again"
'And you have no faith no belief in me
no charity"
''None. Good night"
NIGHT.