The Monmouth inquirer., 1894-11-01
AT NIAGARA.

Kate Talbot looked at her watch,
and then ran out into the hall to com
pare it's enameled hands with the dial
Of the old cock ON the landing.
She was tall, handsome girl, with
bright brown hair Her eyes, large
and soft, of peculiar hazel tint, were
full Of dreamy languor, and the white
and pink bloom of her cheeks betoken-
ed very plainly that she never had
turned day into night and night INTO
day, after the approved fashion Of
metropolitan bellies. No; Kate Talbot
was a rustic beauty, fresh and uncon-
taminated by the sinister influence Of
city life
Here he comes; and he is not alone.v
And within just thirty seconds Miss
Talbot was on the steps, inelining her
head to Mr.. Rossmere Wylie, and hold
ing ont an eager, futtering little hand
toward her father.
No letter, papay'
None. Katy
RosMnere's quick eyes scanned
Kate's countenance as she stood there
single rose among her dark tresses,
and one hand slightly holding to-
gether the folds of her blue cashmere
shawl. How plainly he saw the ex-
preston of keen disappointment that
futtered across her perfect featuresl
Kate said Mr.. Talbot, quietly dis
mounting from his horse, somehow
it is difficult for me to believe in this
gay cavalier of yours"
sPapal'
.s'out of sight, out of mind is a
very old proyerb, you know, my dear;
ana it is just possible among the at
fractions of fashionable watering
place that he has forgotten
Never, papa. You and Rossmerc
always were unjustly prejudiced
against him."
Kate spoke with very genuine en-
thusiasm. She believed in Bruce Gay
nor just as implicitly as she believed
in the sunshine at her feet, and it
seemed impossible that any one else
should for a single second doubt his
truth and sincerity.
Rossmere Wylie looked at her with
grave intentness Suppose that Bruce
was faithlessl He sternly checked
within hiself the upspringing throb
of his heart Was it for him to build
up palace of happiness on the.
wreck of Kate's love?
And Rossmere Wylie resolved to go
to Saratoga and survey the field for
himself
Mr.. Bruce Gaynor was walking UP
and down the piazza, in the afternoon
sunshine. 1t was certainly very con-
siderate Of him to give the young
ladies such a fine opportunity Of adj
miring his beautiful eyes and rich
Spanish complexion and exquisite fig
ure.
Have you heard who arrived this
morning, Gaynor?s
Col Melford's hand, laid lightly on
Gaynor's shoulder. arrested his satl1l-
tering movements.
"No; anyone worth cultivating?'
Miss Montressor.'
Miss Montressor, the heiress? Why,
| thought she was 70 be among the
White Mountains
..She has changed her mind, appar-
emily; at all events. here she is.
There's chance for you, young man.
Bruce Gaynor's handsome eyes
sparkled.
Introduce me-"
Cant unfortunately: haven't the
honor of a personal acquaintance my
self; but | can tell you who can"
.Who2"
"Wylie; he came yesterday Ross
mere Wylie, you know; he's a cousin
or something of the golden damsel.
And there she is now
Bruce Gaynor WINGED a little.
what! that fat dowdy little con-
Germ by the door? Why, thought she
was a beauty"
$50 she is, considered from finan-
cial point of view. MY dear fellow,
don't be hypercritical"
1sWhy. she's forty if she's a day.
''yery possibly; but only think Of
her bank stock and railroad shares,
Think the matter over
Bruce Gaynor did think the matter
over and made up his mind in very
Short order.
"Good evening, Mr.. Wylie' he said.
half an hour or so later, as he enc2un-
tered Rossmere. Il believe | had the
pleasure of meeting you at Wedding
tom
Mr.. Wylie inclined his head.
II understand Miss Montressor is
your cousin, and have resolved to ask
at your hands the privilege Of an in
PRODUCTION"
81 shall be happy to oblige YOU
said Rossmere, with the least percept-
ible shrug of his shoulders.
SO Mr.. Gaynor was formally pre-
sented in the lists as a candidate for
the smiles of Miss Emily Montressor.
She certainly was not handsome.
Her hair was thin and her eyes didn't
both look in the same direction. But
then Bruce remembered her money.
81 don't really know what to do
about Kitty Talbot" thought Mr. Gay
nor to himself, uneasily twisting up
the pink envelope that had enwrap-
ped her last glowing, impulsiye, loving
little epistle.
81 was great fool to allow myself
to get so entangled, but it isn't too late
yet to back out gracefully | guess
won't answer her letter; women are
generally pretty quick to take a hint
Of that sort"
Thus cogitating Bruce Gaynor light
ed his cigar with the pink envelope.
And Rossmere Wylie watched the