Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1896-03-21
aunt had withheld.

an inmate of her aunts home that she |
found courage to inquire about him.
aGuy Stuart Yes, know him A |
young lawyer, is he not'" said her aunt,
with a sharp glance. "Where did you
meet him, Clare;
81 hope he has not been putting nom
sense. into your head" she added, after
Clare's shy explanation. you have four
years of hard study before you ere you
can entertain any notions OF that kind,
and then hope you will find some one
better worthy place in your thoughts
than Guy Stuart. Besides, he is already
engaged"
Engaged, aunta" Are you sure of
that" said Clare, with white lips
"Of course ] am sure. 1t was an
nounced six months ago. He is TO marry
Emily Grayson--a stupid, peevish little
fright; but she is the prospective heiress
of a million, and that covers all def
ciencies
Perhaps it was the story she read in
the white face Of her niece that caused
Mrs Glei ldenning to change her mind in
regard to having the girls education
completed at home, md decide to send
Glare to Madam Dupont's fashionable
school at some distance from the. city,
where there was little likelihood of meet
ing Guy Stuart
1t was one of the most brilliant and
exclusive balls Of the season. Society
| k.l -o,.-;b,,tal AZ f.;rast - a hast and
all the gay world of fashion was repre-
scented in the crowd that thronged the
rooms.
/ Two gentlemen were standing little
apart, watching the brilliant panorama
passing before them.
"Who is that girl with the Glenden-
ning's, Clifford What perfect type of
beauty Where have seen that face
before :" one asked the other.
Many eyes we're following the 1.-THE
figure in soft, trailing robes of creamy
white, looped with the glowing pome.
granate blossoms, of which she, in hel
dark beauty seemed the living embodi
ment.
"Have you not met her, Stuart? Tina
is Miss Clare Stanwood, our peerless
nut. brown MAZDA niece Of Mrs. Glen
denning and heiress of untold thou
sands"
Glare! Oh, yes, Guy Stuart knew
now where he had seen those long-lash
ed, velvety eyes, and that saucy, laugh
ing mouth, and for a moment the glitter
ing, garish ballroom seem faded ava
F, and in its stead was the sut lie fragranc
: of orange blossoms and the cool bubbl
i of laughing brook.
{ Half an hour Later he was bendin
I over little, jeweled hanl.
ave are not quite strangers, | thinl
: Mr.. Stuart she said, as their hostes
It murmured the commonplace words c
= introduction.
oIf Miss Stanwood will permit, wi
! be glad 10 remember that we were one
!, friends" said Stuart, with tremor i
hts voice that told her, however 1t migI
8 have been IN the old time, fron1.that nls
, lment ali Of Guy Stuart s7sohI was !
NJ ffer feets
e aAuntie, said MISS Stanwood, on TIA
way home that night, u thought NJ
Stuart was engaged years ago, wha
happened to prevent the marriage;
sFIe was engaged to that little COOS
Emily Graysen, but she gifted him I
the last moment for an Irish barone
: with Sir before his name and any nun
{ Der of acres of Irish bog fer an inheri
ahce, "n when Emily money was
j pay the mortgage
, sAh!' said Clare softly, "How yer
. unfortunate tor Mr. stuart.
They were in the conservatory te
! gether. Instead Of the laughing son
;. of the little stream, was the soft driI
of the fountain, as it fell in its marbl
> basin: and for the dropping willow tree
: was the stately grace oi palm trees an
rare exotic shrubs
u Her face vas cold and seornful in ii
. peerless beauty, and his was white wit
l suppressed passion.
a you do not mean II, Clare" he wa
SAVING and his voire vas buskv Witl