Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1892-08-04

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dicating that
\ .. the glorious
orb OF day,
somewhat obscured in fog and met
ropolitan smoke, was about to dis
appear behind, not exactly the
western hills, but what came to the
same thing in o city, the western roofs
and chimney tops.
Karl Rubens, the editor OF the
Weekly Sinner, was tall, bright
looking man OF thirty years, one Of
those individuals whose very face and
features indicate that they are born
to conquer destiny. He had been
very successful through life, but it
was because he had demanded sue
cess with a courageous persistency
that would not be denied. Brown
haired, with careless, wavy locks.
dropping low upon his forehead, and
dark-brown eyes, verging upon black,
he was not handsome, yet the eye
rested with pleasure upon his face,
and in his light editorial coat some
what worn at the elbows and shiny
at the seams, and the velvet cap, tas.
s.!cd and braided with gold, he looked
e!ery inch the chivarlous aud frank
II .arted American. Or, we might
phrase it gentleman, did we not
secretly believe that the former title
is far the nobIer and more compre-
hensive of the two.
As we said before, Mr.. Rubens was
just drawing the first fragrant inha a.
ton OF his imported Havana, Karl
was particular in the choice Of his
cigars, when the door opened softly,
and d beautiful young lady rustled in;
a young lady whom he had met a
score OF times in the 2as-lighted draw
ing-roons OF SOCIETY,"" whose beauty
he had worshiped affair off, and whom
he unconsciously associated in his
mind with diamonds, pearly silks and
tulle draperies, looped up with hot
house flowers.
He started up. coloring and thrust
ing his weed behind a pile OF "ency.
clopedias.
"NIiss Ainslie!''
cam 1 interrupting you, Mr.. Ru-
bens?" she asked, softly.
"Interrupting me? Not in the least
in the world; in fact, I feel very much
honored by-by-please take a chair"
And Karl tipped heap OF yet I'M
s,issored newspapers off the nearest
chair and drew it eagerly forward.
Blanche Ainslie sat down, her pale
blue silk dress subsiding round her
like the pillows of sapphire sea.
Blanche Ainslie was very handsome,
with azure eyes, ana bright, chestnut
brown hair, while her complexion, al
though rather pale, was clear as ivory,
and her features were as delicate as
if she had been q Greek girl in the
days OF old Praxiteles.
While Karl unconsciously noted
these things in his mind he was mar.
yelling inwardly what lucky chance
had procured him this visit. Did she
mean to INVITE him to one OF the
soirees OF her uncle, the rich old
broker, or was some surprise party
on the taps, too exclusive for the Or
binary mGslium OF cards or scented
paper? For Mr. Rubens rather prided
himself upon the entree he was begin
ming to gain within the enchanted
portals OF New York society. Almost
at the same moment Blanche looked
up.
You are wondering what brings ME
here" she said, half-smiling.
"Whatever it was, ! can but thank
the opportunity, Karl answered,
with prompt galantry, although he
could feel the tel!-tale blood rising to
his cheek.
"And may as well tell you the
whole truth at once" said Blanche,
her voice faltering slightly, and two
red spots glowing out upon her
temples. "Ny uncle George failed last
week, and we are going to be very
poor"
"Failed!" echoed Karl, "Surely it
cannot be possible-at least that is, I
hadnot heard of it!''
But it is true, ntver .heless," Miss
Ainslie said; sand all t .e world will
know OF it but too ::soon. And, Mr..
Rubens," she added, jim i, more hesitat-
ing voice, 81 must do something for
my own support-either teach, sew
play companion to an invalid lady,
or earn my living in some way not
unbeftting gentleman's daughter;
and have concluded to try and write
for the papers.
"Indeed!" said Karl, not knowing
what else to say.
"Will you give me chance in the