The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-07-06

| in uniform were busy pressing the peo'
pie back from the open door.
A 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
behind his back and his face disfgured
beyond recognition. The murderers,
| however, had escaped, taking with
them an enormous booty, but leaving
behind not a vestige by which to trace
their wherea bouts.
Mr.. Wetherby was in Europe at the
time, but 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 mere pittance left,
went to live an obscure life in one of
his humblest tenements.
People remarked that Mrs. Sangers,
| the mother of the murdered man, bore
the loss of her only son, Charles, with
| '.stoic bravery" for, year later, her
| parties were as brilliant and she as
fascinating member of the social fra
| ternity as she had ever been.
| Our narrative necessitates 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
to this far-away country to seek their
| 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 babe Clara
| good-by, with the tacit understanding
| that he would some day send for her,
although there had never been an ex-
press engagement, and turned his face
| 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 tacit sort of love had an uncer-
! tainty about it that was very unsatis-
F. Il, %la%
! 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 INDUCED 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" and closed: ''Sin-
cerely yours, George"
! 1t was very sensible, well composed
/ letter. but Clara detested it, for some
how il failed to strike the right chord,
and made her miserable. George
would meet some one in the great city of
! Philadelphia that would suit him much
better than She"
As time passed she became convinced
| that George regarded their relationship
/ as one of friendship and nothing more,
/ and so was not adverse 70 the stten-
tons of Mr.. Ellbridge Pierson, the
! young American millionaire who had
/ recently settled in Melbourne.
Mr.. Pierson was such man OF policy;
| So suave, so gentle, SO refined, so every
thing but outspoken frsnkness, and in
fact the possessor of such fabulous
wealth that all the ladies of Melbourne
/ thought him wonderful catch
/ Although not exactly her ideal of a
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 real love letter, telling her that
/ he was doing splendidly. and hoped in
/ the course of a year to have home Of
/ his own, and asked her 10 come and
/ grace 1t for him as his bride.
She wept bitter tears over this letter.
''If it had only come sooner" she
/ thought, for really love him
7 Ii was now too late, she was engaged
to marry Mr.. Pierson; he had sslzed her
/ the evening before Georges letter
Aar1p She was =, mora Ne. i.,S e,,- :,
f mansion and be the wife of the richest