, 1891-01-14
A POOR REVENGE.

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II am going to have two guests at
Elmdale the day after tomorrow" re-
marked Mrs. Radcliffe carelessly one
morning to the old husband who adores
her and who is fully thirty years her
senior.
Eyes, my dear Ophelia," is the amia-
BILE answer, while Mr.. Radcliffe stirs the
coffee his wife has Just made for him.
Il am SO glad to hear you say 30. 1
was on the verge, my dear, of proposing
some uch social distraction. And pray
whom have you hit upong'
You have met the lady, 1 am sure.
She is Miss Eloise Bristow, and the gem
tleman is Mr.. John Folsom"
Mr.. Radcliffe considers this response
for a moment, and hen up go his gray
touched eyebrows in unmistakable as
constituent.
MY dear, you must be making some
mistake. 1 have heard you say some
very hard things about both these peo-
pie. l remember your being very an
CRY indeed at Eloise Bristow just be-
fore your marriage for-for"-
Cant you recollect whyY' interrupts
Mrs. Radcliffe in smiling interrogation.
This was my reason for being angry:
Eloise chose to spread abroad certain re-
ports about me when 1 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."
sARuf have N-nV. Faras-aa H. n-lI1.a9
1 thought not"
gentle in its expression.
"Pshawi my dear Radcliffe, what is
the use of cherishing grudgesY'
True, Ophelia. And this Mr.. Fol-
som? You used to dislike him, 1 well
remember. What was it, by the by,
that he did to offendY'
"Oh, it was two years before l met
you, and during the year that l lived in
Portsmouth with Aunt Fannie. All, hus-
band mine, what a memory you havei"
Pm getting old, Ophelia."
"Nonsensel You are as young as l."
Thanks for the delicious compliment.
1 watt q kiss to you across the breakfast
table. Now, tell me what it was that
your Portsmouth friend did?r
HE set a very dear friend of mine, a
Mrs. Farren, against me by telling her
that l was trying to make her husband
fall in love with me. He never knew
that l had found the truth ont before l
left Portsmouth, but 1 had"
and you are going to have these two
people, both of whom 1 know you hate,
up at Elmdalel' murmured Mr.. Rad
cliffe, lifting both hands in mock inten-
sity of amazement. 81 never could IN
derstand some of your whims, Ophelia;
they are quite beyond mel BY the by,
do these forthcoming guests know each
othery'
"No; I doubt if they nave ever heard
each others John Folsom has
always lived in Portsmouth, you know,
and Eloise in London. Mr.. Folsom is in
town now for n month or so, l nave late
ly heard from Mary Waldrom, an old
Portsmouth friend. He is here for bust
ness reasons-trying, Mary writes, to
save a little from the wreck of his fort
une."
"Ahl he has, then, met with severe
losses? knew he was rich-or, rather,
l remember your telling me So"
He has lost mex to everything, they
say, by the failure of Rushit & Siam
mer."
"And, my dear-aheml 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. Radcliffe's 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 a few moments
on the night of his arrival.
Eyes? Do you really think SOP is the
sweet answer 81 am SO glad everything
pleases you. And how about you fell
low guest, Miss Bristow? Is not she
lovely7'
81 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. 1 fan
cy, whether one be blonde or brunette, if
has immense wealth"
Immense wealth. And is Miss BIS
tow
Wealthy? Oh, enormously-one of
the greatest heiresses / know Of"
''Indeed!" John Folsom responds, be-
ginning suddenly to stroke his dark,
silky mustache with considerable en-
ergy.
Not long afterward Mrs. Radcliffe is
alone with Miss Bristow.
my dear Eloise." she begins. ''vou
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