Arizona republican., 1899-01-17

He had by this time sadly deteriorated, though her indomitable will and a
 sense of homage that she inspired in
 him kept him from the grosser depths
 of dissipation. Perhaps he might have
 sunk still lower than he did sink, how
 ever, had not death suddenly befallen
 him. He was killed in too reckless
 cross-country ride while on a sojourn at
 the estate of his brother. A few years
 ago his taking off would have been the most horrible of shocks to his wife.
 Now it only brought her certain re-
 lief. She was free to marry again, and
 she meant to do so. Had not Lord Rothsay and the carl of Auburndale both
 hinted to hOr their regrets that she was neither maid nCr widow? But all this
 time Lady Kennaird had fostered q
 prejudice against her. and now, when
 she should hare been more an object of
 plying kindliness to the barOnet than
 ever before, she was kOrrifed by his
 curtailment of her yearly allowance.
 Till her daughter was ten years old
 she continued to live in London. Those
 were ten pathetic years of struggle,
 whose real chronicle will never be written. Lord ROthsay and Auburndale did not seek in marriage the hand over
 which, when unattainable, they had so gallanIly bowed Other offers were
 made, but none of them just pleased their recipient. She uttered no public
 plaints, however, and hobnobbcd with
 duchesscs as blandly as if her in
 come were many generous thousands ot
 pounds and not q few pinching hun
 dreds, Her position was distinctive,
 but not c1lviablc. At first she acquired
 the title of the pushing Amcrican,'
 but after awhile. her popularity and
 the thorough suitablcnCss of her pres
 ence crushed this iapudcat nickname.
 People with q Positivc appetite for select associations rarely fail in Sccrr-
 ing them, except it be that their natural
 equipments are at fault. Hers were SC
 far from such drawback that they ob-
 taincd for her warn welcomes every
 where. And yet she secretly Shivercd with disgust at the bonds of her pow crty and the lcssCninG lures of her per son. One day she resolved to return to New York and sec for herself if life
 there might not be lived with smaller domestic strain and fret. She re-
 nained in her native town until Katll- leen was nearly old enough to be
 brought cut" Tn New York, as in London, she held herself with the highest, missing no entertainment that was nodish and openly referring to her straitencd affairs as ii they had been those of an cziled queen. She was privately q good deal more laughed at hero than in I,nglcnd, and with great inward bitterness Gkc realized that the shattered Van Lerius fortunes were an object either of forretfulncss or disrc- $ spect. Daily existence, too, was here much more difficult. A house of her oyyn, however limited of space, was not to be dreamed of. She could only aspire to apartments, and these, necessarily somewhat shabby, were in New York q brevct cf inferiOrity. The plutocrats, moreover, were rushing to the front. Even her rcsolutc aversion to being pushed against the wall sui fcrcd transient collapse. She might have given up the fight altogether but for the increasing beauty and fasciEa- ton of Kathleen. She had by this time surrendered all hope of lofty marriage, but why, she now reflected, could she not revive these blighted yearnings in the future triunphs of her beautiful child? There, across the water, was her London status. They had not forgotten her yet; they were very good over there about not forgetting you when they had once accepted you. Why not present Kathleen at the next drawing room? The commonest Ancri- cans were thrusting themselves nowa- days into Buckingham palace. Surely the niece of Sir Franklin IZennaird (whO had now not only concluded to remain alive, by the way, but had become the father of two more lusty little boys) would present a decisive claim of en- trance After that the sorcery of beauty and those qualities of intellect which a careful education had fostered would doubtless reap due results Thus meditating, Mrs. Ken naird packed her trunks and once again sailed for foreign shores.
 Kathleen's success in London was prompt and complete. Her connection with a Warwickshire baronet did not specially serve her. Old acquaintanccs Hooked about her mother, and these, with their influence, crowned the desires. But though she soon became a celebrity and had scores of | Kathleen was still looked on IS a girl who would be a dowerlcss bride. This is nearly always fatal to the making of a great marriage in Eng | land, and Mrs. Kennaird knew it. Two | years passed, and although the girl had | no lack of devoted male attendants, that dreamed of suitor with the shining name and princely rent roll had not yet lnelt at her feet. Mrs. Kennaird grew restless, even pctulant.
 You repele your best opportunities, she said to her child: Look the statue, if you please, men like it. But in certain cases don't forget that your marble is feminine flesh"
 Kathleen colored little at this She letested her mothers worldly spirit; she had ideas of her own as regarded | fife and how best to live it; she had | thought with depth and breadth for )ne of her age and sex; she had read some of the wisest modern books, many