Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-08-12

tered to the ground.
Gilbert Margraye came to New Or
leans armed with those brilliant
schemes of inventions in machinery,
which might, as he fondly hoped: SUI
persede slave labor, though not mllltat-
ing against the employment of the
many.
He came well furnished with letters
of introduction from powerful men of
England. to the planters and merch-
ants of New Orleans; but though he
met with much politeness and hospital
ity, the Louisianians shrugged their
shoulders and shook their heads when
he revealed his opinions and tried to
win their approval Of his plans. They
looked upon the handsome young engi-
neer with a feeling something akin to
pity. He was an enthusiast, and, like
all enthusiasts. no doubt little of
mailman.
One Of the first houses at which Gil
bert Margrave presented himself, was
that of Augustus Horton. He found
Adelaide and her aunt alone in their
favOrite morning room; one lounglng
in her rocking-chair, the other as
usual, busy al an embroidery frame.
The young creole looked very pretty
in her loose and floating morning robe
of India muslin, richly trimmed with
VaIenciennes lace, and peach-colored
ribbons. Her hair was arranged IN
clusters Of short ringlets, which tremb-
led in the summer breeze, waited in
through the Venetian blinds OF the
AS the name or Gupert Margrave
was announced, the animated girl
sprang from her easy chair, and, fling
ing down her book ran forward to re-
ceive the long looked-for visitor.
"At last" she exclaimed. Il was sure
you would come, but | have looked out
have" she added, blushing.
"a thousand thanks for your kind
welcome, Miss Horton. Believe me,
your house is one Of the very first to
which | have directed my steps"
"HOW good you are to remember uS?"
"Say. rather, how selfish" replied
Gilbert. do you think it is no happi-
ness, in a foreign country, to find one
circle at least where one is not a stran-
"Nay, Mr.. Margrave,o said Mrs. Mon
tresor; will you not call US circle Of
frendS?"
"But pray sit down." exclaimed AIDE
laide, pointing to q low chair near a
stand Of perfumed eXOticS in one of the
windows, ''sit down and tell us all your
adventures by land and by sea, espe-
cialIy the latter, and how you have sur
vived the hair-breadth escapes and
ventures Of the briny Atlantic"
Gilbert Margrave told in a few
words, the particulars of his voyage,
which had been rapid and pleasant
one; so rapid passage" he continued
with smile. that trust ! am yet in
time to assist at the wedding OF Miss
Horton and my old friend Mortimer
A shade OF vexatIon crossed AIDE
ladies face.
Il really do not see" she said, "whv
all the world should be in such hurry
for this marriage. There is surely time
enough. One would think [ was i'll
danger Of becoming an old maid, or
else that everybody was DESTROYS Of get
ting rid OF mG."
II do not think there is much fear of
either contingency" replied Gilbert,
laughing.
"The truth is, MI Margraye," said
Mrs. Montresor, "that my dear AIDE
laide is a spoiled child, and because her
cousin happens to be very sensible,
high-principled young man, but not eX-
actly q hero Of romance, she thinks
herself called upon to affect a CON
tempt for him. But [ know her better
than she knows herself, and | am GER
tain that, at the bottom Of her heart,
she cheriShes a very sincere affection
for Mortimer"
"HoW can you know what's at the
bottom OF my heart, when [ don't
know myself, aunt Lucy?" exclaimed
Adelaide, impatiently; upon my word
[ think no girl was ever SO cruelty used
| as [ have been. Other people make up
marriage for me, other people tell
me whom [ love. when | ought to know
great deal better than they do. It's
really shameful"
If the real cause of Adelaide's indig-
nation could have been known, it
would have been discovered that her
anger was not so much aroused against
her aunt as against Gilbert Margrave.
for the indifferent manner in which he
had spoken Of her approaching mar
riage.
Anxious to quell the storm, o which
he little knew himself to be the cause,
| the young engineer endeavored to turn
the conversation, and in order to do SO,
| he asked question which had been
trembling on his lips from the very
| first.
your friend, Miss Leslie" he said;
| the star Of your farewell assembly-you
| often see her. suppose, Miss HortOn?"
Gilbert Margrave little knew that
| this very question only added fuel to
the fire already raging in the breast of
| the lmpetuOuS girl.
IL have never seen Cora Leslie since
our arrival in New Orleans" she an
swered coldly.
Indeed! But thought you such in
innate friends. Miss Leslie-she IS
not i'll, | hope?"
His evident anxiety about Cora ter
ribly initiated Adelaide Horton.
That question l cannot answer. I
know nothing whatever of Miss Leslie;
for, | repeat, we have not met since we
reached America"
May l ask why this is so, Miss Hor-
TOM"
Because Cora Leslie is no fit asso-
ciate for the daughter of Edward Hor-
ton"
The blood rushed in crimson tor
rent to the face of the young engineer.
He started from his seat as if he had
been shot.
I'm Heavens name, Miss Horton"
he exclaimed, what would you insip-
uate; surely nothing against the honor
Of"
81 insinuate nothing. Mr.. Margrave,"
answered Adelaide. L simply tell you
that the-the person of whom you
speak is no companion for me. What
ever friendship once existed between