Catoctin clarion., 1890-05-22
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with the one OIL all Others he sought to
avoid.
Her face became as crimson, and she
was painfully embarrassed.
He felt his whole frame trembling.
"This is-ah-unexpected," he stam-
mered, Il did not know you were in
Boston, .
"Nor you." she replied. Her tones
were low. s..
"I-I congratulate you,'' said Mr..
Wellman.
"For what reason, pray?" said Miss
Forman. -
"Your marriage-ah-on the eigh-
teenth. Isn't it-ah-a trife sudden 2
"But you are mistaken" coldly. IL
could not accept your recommendation,
Mr.. Wellman.'
"Could not-Jo what Z?
II refused him this night. Your
suggestion was very, very kind; but
really, l.
'Jeanie 7 exclaimed the young man,
interrupting her, "w,ll you come with
me-here into the conservatory-whcre
we shall not be overheard Please,
Jeanne, / want to talk to you moment
once more.
She grew pale as he pronounced the
the old pet name, Jeanne, and took his
arm. In a moment they were alone
and unseen.
What do you mean p lie questioned,
turning his burning ewes upon her
downcast face, What did l suggest -
Whom Gid you refuse ?
She raised her eyes to his and studied
him for moment ere she answered.
1t can't be there was mistake ? she
muttered. You know we'll enough
Before Heaven l do not, Jeanie!' he
cried
Then she believed him. She was
mystiIied, but believed him.
II refused Count Marat,' she said.-
In that remarkable note of yours you
suggest that he was the man for me to
marry, but beg to differ from YOU
Il did no such thing What note!'
That note in French. But for your
signature | should have thought the
Count was responsible for it. 1t Was
unlike you.
All at once the truth flashed upon
Wellman. He stood as if paralyzed an
instant, and then he caught up her
hand in both his own.
Jeanie-Jeanle,' be exclaimed, "the
scoundrel imposed upon me! see it
all now. YES, yes, 1T is his duplicity
that is the cause of my days of misery.
I thought to write you sweet little
note in French, Jeanne, and dictated
to him at the club of course not calling
your name. But he must have suspected
whom l was addressing, and being in
love with you himself, he wrote moth
ing Of what I told him, but compromised
me instead. What was it he said,
Jeanie? p
I will not repeat it; it was insulting,
coming from you. 1t said that you did
not love me- and the count did. 1t
closed by saying, Please return what
ever of mine you have.
Curse him / exclaimed Wellman.
oh, Jennie! What do you think?
Why didn't you answer my second
note? Why did you refuse to see me?'
The dark lashes of her lustrous eyes
swept her snowy cheek, and her grace
ful head fell upon her breast.
Her heart was beating too fast for her
to reply for moment. Finally she
said:
I was fercely indignant. thought
you played with me-
His arm stole about her unrebuked.
Suddenly he drew back from her.
why are you in Boston--Canmann
Your marriage
She raised her eyes to his for an
instant, and he received look that
sent his hot blood dashing wildly thro'
his veins.
1T is Aunt Jeanie who is to marry
Major Canmans on the 18TH she said,
in tones low but wondrous sweet. L
am in Boston because | thought you
were IN New York
Jeanie-my own JeanieP
He gaye a subdued cry of JOY and
clasped her in his arms, while his very
soul seemed to burn with his reawaK-
ened love for her. Oh, the sweetness OF
reconciliation Oh, the joy of rlghtlng
wrong!
After that dear, fateful night in
Boston the paths of the reunited couple
were never crossed by the hated Coun:
but once, and then they had the salts
faction, being in company, OF giving him
the cut direct.
Soon after their marriage. which all
said was the very happlest union OF the
year, Clarence one evening put ASIDE
his paper with the remark