The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1892-08-13

70 marry Mr.. rierson; he lad asked her
the evening efore Georges letter
came. She was 10 move into his spacious
mansion and be the wife of the richest
man in Melbourne.
Poor tickle Clara did not feel elated
over her fortunate choice. Georges
love was sincere, there was no doubt
about that. With a sad heart she wrote
a letter of explanation, asking his for
giveness and expressing the hope that
ks would find some one more deserving
than herself.
sfeorge received the letter like a
th1nderbolt. 1t seemed to benumb all
his faculties. He lost his capacity for
business and censured himself for the
insane security with which he had re-
garded the tacit understanding, but he
did not blame Clara
Gradually he recovered his old bust
ness methods and as time passed his
hoard of worldly goods grew in pro-
portions until he acquired the reputa-
ticn of a rich old bachelor and it was
the wonder of his friends why he didn't
marry.
One day a friend remarked that Mrs.
Sangers was about to visit her nephew,
Mr.. Pierson of New York, who had
been out of the country for some years
ard had married charming wife while
abroad.
Abroad" is a very extensive place.
he thought to himself, land of course
- e. else b,,k c@;II 1,o xx,,c nm
usually moody the rest of the day.
It happened not long after this that
Mr.. Steinway was called to the metrop-
oils on business, and, as he was passing
out of the ferry station amid great
concourse of people. he caught sight OF
Mrs. Sangers.
She was conversing with a gentle
man and lady. ''Her nephew" he
thought to himself The lady raised
her head so that he saw her distinctly,
He started back in amazement. 1t was
she, Clara, but how changed.
There was an air of hopelessness
about her that smote Steinway with a
chill. She was not happy, he felt sure
He gazcd at her sorrowfully for nc
ment, and then turning hastened
through the crowd, called cab and
soon was in the heart of the great city.
He had caught one clear look of hel
husband, Mr.. Pierson, and in that tall
graceful, full whiskered man hi
thought he had seen the signs of du
plicity that mark hypocrite.
.That man is a villain" he thought
to himself, and then the next minute
mentally added: ''Pshaw, it's only nat
ural aversion for him; he may be nice
man." but still, be as honest with him
self as he might, there was always the
recurring thought: THAT man is ;
villain"
Some time after this the papers an
nounced the illness of DIR. David Rut
terrified, physician of considerable
skill, but bearing the reputa ton of I
lgrasping and avaricious man. As the
disease progressed it became event te
the doctor himself that he had only ;
short time to live. No one understood
the fatal complication better than he
He was cool and collected, but insisted
on having an immediate interview will
Mr.. Wetherby.
1t was with strange thoughts regard
| ing the meaning of the summons tina
| the old man entered the sick chamber
We pass over what transpired dur
| ing the hour that Mr.. Wetherby ant
| DIR. Rutterfield were together, but whel
the old man rose to leave he was all il
q tremble. 81 forgive you, Rutter
field" said he, with broken voice
try and make your peace with Heav
en-"
Mr.. Ellbridge Pierson came down tn
steps of his fine mansion one pleasan
morning, stroking his sandy beard ant
whistling gay tune. He was evident
ly feeling more than usually at peac'
with the world.
He was turning down side stree
towards one of the stations of the ele
waited railway, when a plainly-dresset
old man stepped in front of him ant