Iron County register., 1892-06-23

In uniform were busy pressing the peo-
pie back from the open door.
\ great robbery had been perpetrated.
and Mr. Sangers. the brilliant young
partner in the firm of Sangers, Wether-
by " Co., had been found that morn
ing, lying dead amid the ruins of the
money vault, with his hands bound
behind his back and his face disfgured
beyond recognition. The murderers,
however, had escaped, taking with
them an enormous booty. but leaving
behind not 4 vcstige by which to trace
their whcrca bouts.
Mr.. Wetherby was in Europe at the
time, bat was hastily summoned home
by cable. and he came to find that the
robbery had ruined him with many 9th
ers. He turned his property over to an
assignee for distribution among the cred
itors and, with Il mere pittance left,
went to live an obscure life in one of
his humblest tencuIents.
People remarked that Mrs. Sangers.
the mother of the murdered man, bore
the loss of her only son. Charles, with
'stois bravery" for, year later, her
parties were as brilliant and she as
fascinating a member of the social fra
ternlty as she had ever BEEN
Our narrative necessitates a change
of scene, and to expedite matters we
must imagine ourselves ensconced in
the city of Melbourne, Australia.
George Steinway and Clara Winters
had known each other from early
childhood. They were children of
New England parents who had come
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fortune, and, finding it, became so en-
deared to the land of their adoption
that they resolved to remain citizens of
the occident.
George. however, felt that he ought
to have been an American and that the
refusal of his parents TO go back to
their native land was sort of scheme
to cheat him out of his birthright. So.
one bright morning, he bade Clara
good-by, with the tacit understanding
that he would some day send fe her.
although there had never been an ex-
press engagement. and turned his face
towards the land of his forefathers.
Clara felt very miserable for weeks
afterwards. Sometimes she thought to
herself: Perhaps George doesn't love
me, after all, or he would have told me
so before he left: and yet, hadn't it
been understood all along?"
This taeit sort of love had an uncer
tainty about it that was very unsatis-
factory, and she often wished that
George had asked her plump out to be
his wife"
They had grown mp so together that
it had been taken for granted, and they.
sensible. unromantic personages that
they were. never indulged in idle
dreams. but enjoyed each others So
ciety IN a straightforward, everyday
manner.
At last the long-looked-for letter
came. the only one she had ever re-
ceived from George. With nervous
hands she opened it to see-but stopped
in disappointment, for it began: Miss
Clara, Dear Friend" aud closed: Sin
cerely yours, George"
1t was a very sensible, well composed
letter, but Clara detested it, for some
how it failed to strike the right chord.
and made her miserable. George
would meet some one in the great city of
PHI ladelphia that would suit him much
BET ter than she"
Ns time passed she became convinced
that George regarded their relationship
rs one of friendship and nothing more,
and so was not adverse to the atten
tions of Mr.. Ellbridge Pierson, the
Young American millionaire who had
recently settled in Melbourne.
MIR Pierson was such man of policy:
so suave. so gentle. so refined, so every
thing but outspolSen frsnkness, and in
fact the possessor of such fabulous
wealth that all the ladies OF Melbourne
Thought him a won lierful catch
Although not exactly her ideal OF
man. Clara rather liked him, and poor
Georges commonplace letters ceased to
cause annoyance.
Whether George suspected anything
or not is hard to tell; but one day he
wrote a real love letter, telling her that
he was doing splendidly. and hoped in
the course of year to have a home OF
his own, and asked her to come and
grace it for him as his bride.
She wept bitter tears over this letter |
eff it had only come sooner" she |
thought, '.for really love him."
Jt was now too late. she was engaged |