Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1892-05-12

uflill'l hlnn lthlh'ihADlAt nbI Unity
Grahame seem TO notice any incon-
sistency in IL.
Kate Grahamc Is the only one present
whose happiness is dmmcd by con-
lectures Her prince, her hero, the idol
Of her childish dreams was dead and Is
alive again, and her heart beats exult-
ingly Mt the thought, but-ah, these
buts-therc Is another now even dearer
10 her than this demi god.
Now, what II her king demand his
own? What II the man who rescued
her from life Of infamy, who sur
rounded her young days with luxury,
should claim her life allegiance? lie
loves her-she feels that his affection
/ for her Is deeper than that OF any
/ guardian for his ward What II all this
DC true2 Then, in sick despair she
/ knows that she must give up her selfish
| dreams Of another and never let him
| know the sacrifice she makes.
How tremblingly, then, when the
mighty meal is ended and the guests
scatter To mako preparations for the
/ evening festival, she accepts his invita-
| ton TO stroll with him down the elm
tree avenue.
| only childl" he says, so gcntly-oh,
how her heart sinks at what she calls
| her base ingratitudc--"l have two mat
tors wish 20 discuss with you-our
| futures"
eyes" sho Shispers, with white
lips.
"And sclGshly ! will begin with my
| self. My long life Of adventure must
]
my taking 10 myself a wife"
81 know" she said, standing and
looking at him with fearless eyes,
frankly and truthfully, 81 will do my
best TO make you happy. ! am very
/ young, and am afraid not very wise,
but will be true wife 10 you, Sir
Harry Grahnmc."
"Nly dear girl, what are you dream
ing Oft" the baronct cried, amazed at
| her confession. Then with quick APP
prchonsion, fathoming tho nobility of
her sacrifice: But, obi child, child,
what noble spirit is yoursl"
"And," she said, with painting eager.
ness, "you do not want TO marry mcw
mot I, indccdl You e yer have been
and always will be my own dear daugh-
ter. The woman ! would make my
wife is Hester Balderstone,"
"Miss Blldcrstoncw the girls tears
were streaming down her face. "Oh!
am so glad"
"Glad, chi Wen, you nra nice
young woman, certainly" Sir Harry
smiled, $50 rejoice nj such confession
| from the man You have just offered 10
| injury Wen, dry your eyes, and let Ms
get to the sccond subject Of our inter
| view yourself"
ooh! let me bo out Of the question for
awhile"
~ ''' recover your disappoint.
mcnt at not being Lady Grahamc? Nay,
stop, my dear, ! am only In fun. but,
sce-supposc u certain young gentle
man, with the classic name Of Arthur,
were to ask you the question am GO
ing 10 ask Miss Baldcrstonc this very
afternoon, what would you say?'
81 do not know mean l."
"Wcl, spare your bushes. sec him
coming, and shall leave him TO your
mercy; but, OH Kate, do not trinc with
| him. His Is n noble heart. lie may
not boast n proud patrician name, but,
Kate, my child, Dunbar is one Of ma
lures gentlemen"
lie was gone, and in his place there
stood the man she loved.
"Katc, dearest Kate" he murmurcd,
=" have come for my rcward-yom
| priceless love"
She had no words, but the trustiul
lool, she gave him set his heart at rest.
Three weddings in one day at the lit
tie ivy-clad village church was enough
to turn the brain Of the quiet country
folls-and one Of the grooms n real, live
bnronctl II was rel-lcttor day long
remembered In the annals of the ham.
let. How the bells rangl How freely
flowed the brown October ale at VIII
loughby farmhouse, for the yocmun
would, despite cntrcutics, keep the mar
ragc rcvcl in the oldcn style; but as
the parties most concerned left early on
their wedding tours, their bliss was not
much disturbed by the prodigal show OF
hospitality,
It was just his daughters wedding
tour which was the one little disap
pointmcnt amid all his joy, for whilst
Sir Harry and Lady Grahamc were
bound for Scotland and Arthur Dunbar
was bearing his bride away to America
Nellie and her young man" had starte,
for Paris.
III bcan't satisfied wi this new-fan
! glcd nonsense Of young married FOIL
racing over furrin parts, l. the gooC
old days n lad brought his lass homo
/ an there was an end on 7; but p'rap
; it's all for the best for when Nell an
? her man has lived for week or two OF
frogs legs an sour wine, they'll com,
back wi llcCner relish for English bee
5 and mutton and wholesome home
! brcwed beer"
L'ENVOI.
a Nothing was ever heard OF Capt
Frank Archer Whether he perishc,
' In the wilderness, or settled dow
Q among his wild associates, is amystcry
c Certain II Is that he has never show
l. his face In the haunts Of civilization,
y Capt Campignon sails his own bri,
and does n roaring trade in the Medit
tcrrancan ports. Mndcmoisclle is tn
proprictrcss OF Gourishing salon de
g hGjs at lloulognc; and Leon Jobar,
Il has cmigratcd to New York, where h.
u is undecided whether to invest the small
q capital his uncle has given him in open
u ing tonsorial establishment or Il
promenading ut Saratoga or Brighton
u beach in the blissful hope of capturing
an American hciress,
~ tue END