The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-02-13
A POOR REVENGE.

marked Mrs. Radcliffe carelessly one
morning to the old husband who adores
ner and who is fully thirty years her
senior.
Eyes, my dear Ophelia," is the anna.
BILE answer, while Mr.. Radcliffe stirs the
coffee his wife has just made for him.
Il am so glad to hear you say SO.
was on the verge, my dear, of proposing
some such social distraction. And pray
whom have you hit upon"
"You have met the lady, ] am sure.
She is Miss Eloise Bristow, and the gen.
tlenan is Mr.. John Folsom"
Mr.. Radcliffe considers this response
for moment, and then up go his gray
! touched eyebrows in unmistakable as
constituent.
my dear, you must be making some
mistake. have heard you say some
very hard things about both these peo-
pie. / remember your being very an
cry indeed at Eloise Bristow Just be-
fore your marriage for-for"-
Cant you recollect why?" interrupts
Mrs. Radcliffe in smiling Interrogation.
''This was my reason for being angry:
ElOise chose to spread abroad certain re-
ports about me when / was poor little
Ophelia Shelton, which, whether they
were true or false, concealed behind
them the desire of preventing our mar
riage. You were sensible enough not to
believe the gossip, and SO she was de
feated."
But have you forgiven her, Ophelia?
thought not"
Mrs. Radcliffe's face is very calm and
gentle in its expression.
"Pshawl my dear Radcliffe, what is
the use of cherishing grudges?"
True, Ophelia And this Mr.. Fol-
som? You used to dislike him, well
remember. What was it, by the by,
that he did to offend?'
''Oh, it was two years before I met
you, and during the year that lived in
Portsmouth with Aunt Fannie. All, hus-
band mine, what a memory you have"
I'm getting old, Ophelia"
''Nonsensei You are as young as l."
Thanks for the delicious compliment
l watt kiss to you across the breakfast
table. Now, tell me what it was that
your Portsmouth friend did,"
He set very dear friend of mine. a
Mrs. Farren, against me by telling her
that | was trying to make her husband
fall in love with me. He never knew
that had found the truth out before
left Portsmouth, but had"
And you are going to have these two
people, both of whom know you hate,
up at Elmdale!" murmured Mr.. Rad
cliffe, lifting both hands in mock inten-
sity of amazement. Il never could I'm
derstand some of your whims, Ophelia;
they are quite beyond met By the by,
do these forthcoming guests know each
other"
mo; 1 doubt if they have ever heard
each others names. John Folsom has
always lived in Portsmouth, you know,
and Eloise in London. Mr. Folsom is in
town now for a month or so, have late
ly heard from Mary Waldrom, an old
Portsmouth friend. He is here for bust
ness reasons-trying, Mary writes, to
save little from the wreck of his fort
une."
"Ah! he has, then, met with severe
losses? l knew he was rich-or, rather,
l remember your telling me So"
He has lost next to everything. they
say, by the failure of Rushit g. SIAM
mer."
And, my dear-ahem! how about this
Miss Eloise Bristow? Is she-ahem!-
well off,"
Not at all. A church mouse is in
handsome circumstances compared with
her"
Five or six days after the above con-
versation Mrs. Radcliffes guests arrived
in Elmdale.
The guests find every hospitality await
ing them at the charming country seat
OF Elmdale.
You have most exquisite place here"
Mr.. Folsom tells his hostess, while they
are left alone together for few moments
on the night of his arrival.
Yes? Do you really think SOP is the
sweet answer. Il am so glad everything
pleases you. And how about your fell
low guest, Miss Bristow; Is not she
lovely?'
Il never specially admired brunettes,"
is John Folsom's reply, with a covert
glance at the faxen tresses of Mrs. Rad
cliffe
The lady laughs.
''Ah, it doesn't much matter. fan
cy, whether one be blonde or brunette, if
one has immense wealth"
Immense wealth! And is Miss Bris-
tow
Wealthy? Oh, enormously-one of
the greatest heiresses know Of.
''IndeedI' John Folsom responds. be
ginning suddenly to stroke his dark.
silky mustachs with considerable en-
ergy.
Not long afterward Mrs Radcliffe is
alone with Miss Bristow.
NY dear Eioise,," she begins, 'you
are LOOKING 50 well, BY the BY, Ii.
Folsom paid you compliment.
a slight flush tinges Eloise Bristow's
cheek.
Really, What was it,
he said you were pretty
He is very kind Eloise answers, 8
little disappointedly.
She Is pretty. and knows IL very well,
having been told 50 again and again
Mrs Radcliffe taps her reprovingly
with costly ivory fan.
Ny dear girl, you should not under
value such compliment from million
aire like Nh. Folsom"