The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-07-09
AN ELIGIBLE MATCH.

mark. Beside Miss Britton, in all hel
wasp WASTED, white handed beauty, sal
little Cousin Denise, dark girl with nc
beauty whatever, but a good honest Elk
preston.
7 Miss Britton was not in her best mood
She was in the habit Of going to Sara
toga, to Newport, to the Catskill Noun
tain house, to places where well dressed
crowds congregate, with trunks of new
| clothes. This year her father, having
met with losses, had resolved to re
trench. He had let the city house fur
nished for a certain space of time. Hs
had taken his wife to visit q, certain
Cousin Briggs and he had Cnt his
| daughter to this pretty hotel, with hei
cousin Denise for company.
The doctor had had a whisper from
Miss Britton that had led him to declare
that she must have country air. and this
was the result.
"Much BETTER" said Mr.. Britton
ethan the kind of thing you'd have if
should fail. And you and your mother
have been going it for considerable
time at rate can't permit any longer.
Mrs Britton had only meekly sighed
and looked heavenward. Miss Brittor
had almost raved. But Mr.. Britton had
his way.
Comfort yourself with the thought
that it might have been worse,' whis
pered Mrs. Britton in her daughters ear
as they parted. "If Cousin Briggs had
not been very particular about inviting
only two of us, having but one spare
bedroom, she distinctly said, you might
have to go there"
As for Denise, she said nothing, but In
her heart she looked forward to dwelling
for space in what she called ''the reai
country" with joy. At the fashionable
hotels she acted the part of amateur
lady's maid to her handsome cousin ant
to her stylish aunt. Her own dress wa
very plain and no one took any notice Of
her. A poor relation without beauty il
much neglected in those matrimonial
markets of America. Naturally, DenisI
had not been in the habit of enjoyins
herself. Now as they drove along
through the soft falling rain she peepet
between the folds of tho curtain ant
uttChCu gay htIlC
"Such lovely treesl Such nice ole
farmhousel A little river with such {
pretty bridgeT
But Cecilia Britton never troubled
herself to reply. Her wrongs wer,
heavy upon her.
II believe if | had gone to Newpor
this summer Mr. Collingsby would have
offered himself" she said at last. "Paps
has made great mistake in sending ms
| to live in this horrible wilderness. Whai
is the use Of being handsome and fasci
mating If one must be buried aliveg'
ooh, it is lovely herel" Denise cried
with those little gesticulations she hai
learned in childhood from the French
mother whose name she bore. at ii
lovelyr'
II don't think you even heard me
speak of Charles Collingsby,. said Ce
ella, gravely. II told you | felt sure
that If we had met at Newport he would
have offered"
Is it such pleasure to refuse mem?
said Denise, with a little shrug.
Eyes, replied Cecilia. scornfully. "Oi
course you know nothing about it, but
it is very great triumph. However, ]
should not have refused Charles Ceilings
by, being in full possession of my senses >
"Ohl but you would never have mar
ried him" gasped Denise. "a man of
that character, who drinks 80 much, who
is talked of with married ladies, who is q
brute In his manners. Yes, brute, Ce-
ella. Do you remember how he stepped
on other peoples toes and elbowed them,
to get near that opera singer with the
disgracefully low dress? How he said
once aloud in the cars, When give my
seat to any one it's pretty girl, not an
old married womanr Oh, he is horrible,
think. should not mind your saying
mo- to him, but you'd never
''Oh, I'd never" Knocked Cecilia. sYou
are angry because he said you were as
ugly as frog one day"
81 confess it," said Denise. 1.-THE idea
| Of man letting a girl hear him say
thatl And he wanted me to hear"
''You see you played third party toe
much" said Cecilia, laughing.
''You made me-" said Denise. II al
ways wanted to go away when he came
near us, but you said"
Eyes," said Cecilia. "At that time
had my eye ON that handsome English,
man, and was anxious to be awfully
proper. But the Englishman did moi
want an American wife, and Charles
| Collingsby has three millions Of money,
and they are at the top of the ladder
his family and could do as pleased.
He's not straitlaced, and he told Mrs
Fox that was stunning Oh, should
| have played my cards we'll this summer
Papa must be in difficulties to be &C
mean as he has been lately, and I'd have
been Mrs. Collingsby next winter, and
here am among the pigs and the Doors
not a creature to speak tol" and she
lapsed into silence.
| Shortly the hotel was reached. Demise
arose and jumped lightly to the porch
| and as they stood waiting for Their
satchels and parcel Denise carried they
| saw figure rise from the back of ths
| wagon, shake itself free Of fragments d
straw. make an agile spring forward and
vanish in the interior Of the hotel. II
was fine figure-that of young man
His hat was pulled over his eyes and
they did not see his face.
"Some one there and we were talking
so freely" said Denise in a whisper.
"Of what account Is q country boorY
said Cecilia. Besides, he must have
been asleep"
It was some consolation to Cecilia tt
find that there were number of men al
the little hotel, and that some Of then
| were young When the fishing ani
shooting, which brought them to thu
| place, did not take them out Of reach sh,
firted with them to her hearts delight.
'Nobodies," as she often said to Denise