The Monmouth inquirer., 1894-11-01

Yet Rossmere Wylie felt a certain
th...l Of delight as he thought Of Kate
talbot, free, disenchanted once more
from the glamour that lad hung
around her life.
August was gone; the golden orb Of
THE full September moon was looking
calmly into the curtained recess of the
bay window where Mr.. Bruce Gaynor
sat by Miss Emily Montressor.
''My Emily! my hearts own" he
murmured.
"Do you really love me- lisped the
charmer.
sAh, Emily, / have felt of late how
utterly imposs BILE ii viii DE for me to
be happy away from your smiles.
You will marry me dearest? You will
give me the right to call you my
own?s
"But, Bruce" faltered the fair one,
II am so much older than you"
"a year or So perhaps, darling; but
what does that signify to hearts that
are congenial? Say yes, darling"
And Mss Montressor said Yes"
"But / really am afraid to let my
niece know; | am sure She will OPP
pose"
my love, we will spare her the oD-
portunity; we will 90 quietly to oehurch
tomorrow and be married.
''0h, Brucer'
Mr.. Gaynor's handsome eyes fash
ed in triumph; he was sure of the
prize at last Poor, forgotten Kate
The sudden wedding of the middle-
aged Miss Montressor with the chief
exquisite of the season made a nine
days sensation at Saratoga. Kate
Talbot heard of it in due time and
cried a night before she began to re-
alize that the had had a fortunate es-
cape. And Rossmere Wylie came back
from Saratoga just in time to catch
her heart in the rebound.
While Mr.. Wylie and Miss Talbot
were gathering grapes and whisper
ing exceedingly interesting little no.
things under the green shadow OF the
arbors at Wellington, Mr.. and Mrs.
Bruce Gaynor We're enjoying the
grandeur of Niagara.
"Sublimer calculated Bruce. gently
pressing the hand that laid on his arm.
Every nicel'' said Emily absently.
"But I'm so disappointed about this
letter from Emmy
WHO'S Emmy!
s.NIy niece, dear. / thought, Of course
she'd send me something very nice
for wedding present but-but--
Dearest, do not weepr'
81 can't help itt' sobbed Mrs.
Gaynor "It's too mean of Emmy. She
always did oppose my marrying; but
/ never thought she would be spite
ful.
sWe care not for her good or bad
opinion, dear Your husband is now
all the world to you, my Emily
That's just what she says, the
hateful thing
sCalm yourself, my love- What do
we want of her paltry wedding pres
ents?'
1T isn't that, Bruce, but
.sBut what?'
"she's cut off my allowance, the
hard-hearted mink; and she so rich!'
"What! are there two heiresses in
the Montressor family"'
1.-TWO heiresses2 No. What do you
mean, Brucey'
..Do I'-Bruce cleared his throat
huskily and went on understand
that-that your niece
sWly, you must often have heard
Of my niece, Emily Montessor-z she
was named after me-the heiress? And
She's a great beauty. too at least
some people call her 50; but for my
part r never could bear these blondes"
Bruce Gaynor stood staring at the
everlasting tumult Of the American
Fallv with eyes that seemed turned tol
stone, while his bride prattled ON.
s.And now she's cut off my allow
ance and left me without a cent in thel
world. Well. it's lucky I've got a hus-E
band to take care of me now; ANTI
it, Brucie, dear!'
Bruce Gaynor did not answer; hel
could not His tongue seemed fol
cleave to the roof of his mouth; every
drop of blood in his body stood still.
Had he sacrificed his youth and bril-
liant prospects for this?"
And then he remembered sweet
Kate Talbot, and thought vindictiyely
of Rossmere Wylie.
"He knew-he must have knownl
that there were two Emily Montres-
sors," thought Gaynor, clenching his
teeth. ''IIe saw me walk into the trap
and never opened his lips to warn me.
@. what fool! what a doubled-dis-l
titled blockhead l have been!'
So he had; but unfortunately it was
too late for this self-appreciation tol
be Of any use. He was safely married
to Miss Emily Montressor, but not tol
the Emily! And Mr.. Gaynor felt, with
a bitter pang of humiliation. that his
snug little piece of diplomacy had been
an utter failure.-New York News.