The Wahpeton times., 1891-06-11

Get this money from your cousin, and
let,us go to some other place, where
we can live handsomely on the spoil
you have won. I have my Jewels,
which are worth a little fortune If 1
choose to sell them! I believe 1 will
do 80 sooner than marry old Euston,
for the thought becomes more re-.
pulsive to me every hour"
His heavy brows knit together, and
lurld anger flashed from his eyes, as
he listened.
"'Tis well for you, who suggested
the plan l have carried out, to falter
now, when hold the prize almost
within my grasp. Your jewels! Worth
less paste! glittering with as false a
lustre as their mistress. A great re-
source would they be, indeed!''
What can you mean?" she asked,
in alarm. "The gems are real: my
mother wore them, and there never
was q doubt as to their genuineness.
Have you been tamperingw with them?"
"And if Ihave?" he insolently asked.
"What them"
Mrs. Pierre grew extremely pale, and
burst into tears
"Oh, Albert! Albert" she sobbed;
''false to me-to every one who ever
trusted you! Why have you defraud-
ed me thus? You knew those Jewels
were my last resource. and yet YOU
have deprived me of them"
"Tush! l will pay you back again,
Lonore, ! needed the money-was
forced to have it, in fact-to carry on
our game; and l thought it best to
say nothing to you about it. Besides
Il will be frank with you'll thought
the time would come when you must
be made to feel your entire dependence
on the success of this enterprise.
With that resource to fall back on,
you might shrink from the trial at the
most important moment. You see
was right. Now you must go forward,
! or sink into poverty and wretched-
ness. Look-here is Albert's note. 1
will share its proceeds equally with
you, and advance your interests in
every way in my power"
Mrs. Pierre wiped away her tears,
and her eyes glittered with contemp.
tuous anger rs she replied
"What faith can l place in the
promises OF a man so unprincipled as
you? you will find means to convert my
share OF the money to your own use,
as you have done everything else that
belonged to me; yet blindlY and will
fully follow your steps. Already have
! plunged into falsehood and infamy
to reinstate your fortunes, and this
shameful fraud is my reward"
Lunlley coolly shrugged his shoul-
ders.
"Relieve your mind by scolding,
Lonore; am used to it. But l think
you are very unreasonable to break
bride in this manner just as the re-
ward of our eleverness is falling with
IN our grasp. What have you schem-
ed for, toiled for, these many months,
but to place me IN the position I now
occupy? You have ensnared rich
and honorable man, who will be your
slave the balance of his life; and vet
you cry over the loss of few glitter
ing stones, that dandies and foolish
women set SO much store by. Euston
can give You plenty more"
81 do not want, him, or his Jewels
either she passionately cried. 81
am not yet lost to every true woman
ly feeling, and I cannot brook the
thought of marrying this poor old
dupe. l fascinated him for your ad-
vantage. Iwould have lured him even
to Cuba; but when Clara was secured
to you, intended to disgust him with
my caprices, and evade the last sacri.
flee. But you have made me depend
ent on you, and feel that such a fate
would be worse bondage than to be-
come the wife of Mr.. Euston."
He sneered-
~ thought your outbreak would
lead to that conclusion before it ended.
Believe me, you cannot do better than
to take this sentimental adorer, Lo-
more; for your beauty is not so bril-
liant as it was, and your wit has
wounded many who would gladly aid
your downfall. Once breathed upon
Ill the set to which you have gained
admittance, yourreputation can only
regain it's lustre through the added
polish OF patrician name. You may
leave New York under a faint haze OF
suspicion, but when you return as
Mrs. George Euston, and Ibring Clara
back In triumph as my bride, they will
float away as speedily and gracefully
as a fog bank before the morning sun.
You see can be poetic as we'll as
old Baldy-beg your pardon; but
hope you don't sing Uncle Ned to him
he might consider it personal, you
know, as he has a smooth spot where
the hair ought to grow, and a mighty
soft one under it, eh?"
AS Lumley thus ratified on, he
watched his companion's face keenly.
The momentary outbucst of passion
gave place to a moody stiffness, and
a stray tear occasionally gathered on
her long lashes and fell unheeded on
her clasped hands. 1t was not in his
nature to be deeply touched, but he
felt some compunction for what he
had done when he saw how deeply it af-
fected her. He drew nearer to her, and
attempted to take her hand, as he
coaxingly said
Come now, Lonore, don't make a
fool of yourself. / am tired of this.
It is something new for you to come
the sentimental over me. 1t isn't be-
coming to you either; and I'll be hang
ed if old Euston wouldn't fly the track
If he could only see how algly you are
when you're in the dumps."
He had touched the right chord, she
looked up at him, dashed away her
tears, and exclaimed, with an hysteri.