Iron County register., 1892-06-23

| to marry Mr.. Pierson; he had asked her
| the evening before Georges letter
! came. She was to 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 sad heart she wrote
letter of explanation. asking his for.
giveness and expressing the hope tina.
| he would find some one more deserving
| than herself
George received the letter like a
| thunderbolt. 1t seemed to bcnumb 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 busi-
| ness methods and as time passed his
hoard of worldly goods grew in pro-
portions until he acquired the reDuta-
| tion of 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 nephe ".
Mr.. Pierson of New York, who had
been out of the country for some years
and had married a charming wife while
abroad.
Abroad" is n very extensive place.
he thought to himself, land of course
it is some one else" but still he was un-
usually moody the rest of the day.
1t happened not long after this that
oils on business, and. as he was passing
out of the ferry sta <on amid great
concourse of people, ne caught sight of
Mrs. Sangers.
She was conversing with Il gentle
man and lady. Her nephew" he
thought to himself. The lady raised
her head so that ne saw her distinctly
He started back in amazement. 1t was
She. Clara, but how changed.
There was an air of hopelcsSncss
about her that sInote Steinway with a
chill. She was not happy. he felt sure.
He gazed at her sOrrowfully for a mo
ment, and then turning hastehcd
through the crowd. called a cab and
soon was in the heart of the great city.
lie had caught one clear look of her
husband, Mr.. Pierson. and in that tail,
graceful, full whiskered man he
thought he had seen the signs of du-
plicity that mark a hypocrite.
That man is villain,' he thought
to himself. and then the next minute
mentally added: "Psflaw. it's only nat
ural aversion for him; he may be Il nice
man" but still, be as honest with him
self as he might, there was always the
recurring thought: That man is Il
villain"
Some time after this the papers an
nounced the illness of DR.. David Rut-
terfield, a physician of considera bic
skill. but bearing the reputation of a
grasping and avariciOus man. As the
disease progressed it became event to
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 with
Mr.. Wetherby.
1t was With strange thoughts regard
ing the meaning of the summons that
the old man entered the sick cham Der.
We BASS over what transpired dur
ing the hour that Mr.. Wetherby and
DIR. Rutterfield were together. but when
the old man rose to leave he was all in
trenble. Il forgive you. Rutter-
field said he, with broken voice:
try and make your peace with Heav
en-
Mr.. Ellbridge PiersOn came down the
steps of his fine mansion one pleasant
morning, stroking his sandy beard and
whistlin2 gay tune. He was evident
ly feeling more than usually at peace
with the world.
He was turning down side street
towards one of the stations of the ele
vated railway, when a plainly-dressed
old man stepped in front of him and