The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-09-12
By Margaret Biount.

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strange to tell you"
Georgina Gray, a beauty and a
belle, halted on the marble step of
her home in Fifth avenue, to hear
the news which Louise Palmer, her
next-door neighbor and most intimate
friend was bringing.
"Be quick, Louise she said. 81
am to meet George in the park at
three, and l shall be late if l don't
mind"
My news is about George How
ard" was the significant reply, as
Louise joined her.
Indeed"
Eyes. You know that rich old
Uncle stephen of his?"
"Of course | do. He is to leave
George a large fortune when he dies"
"He is dead, Georgina.'
"Are you sure?"
"Perfectly. And he has not left
George one sirgle penny
"Why, how can You know that?"
asked the beauty, pouting.
st is in the paper this morning,
The notice of the death and the con-
tents Of the will"
what a shame!"
isn't it? Poor George! won
der what he will do? And what shall
you do, Georgina?"
"Oh, I don't know, I'm sure" said
the heiress, turning TO ascend her
own steps again.
Louise stared.
81 thought you were going to the
| park, Georgina?" she said.
Georcina only smiled and waved her
hand as she disappeared. But when
she was alone in her own room, Size
. tore off her walking things and threw
herself on the bed, to weep the little
bitter tears of rage and regret, for
the loss of lover who had been very
| dear to her.
"Such a shame OF that old wretch
to treat him sol" she sobbed. "But
can't marry a poor man. I can't
descend to the level of a poor mans
wife. | must give him up. and take
that disagreeable old Burton, with
his money bags and his snuff. And
poor George is so graceful and so
handsome! Oh, dear! This world is
a very hard and sad one to live in
| after all. I'm tired of it all"
The next afternoon, when George
Howard called at the Fifth avenue
mansion to inquire why he had not
been blessed with the sight Of his
ladylove in the park on the previous
day, he noticed bent and insignif-
cant-looking man, badly dressed, who
shambled down the steps and entered
the handsome brougham in waiting.
"There goes old Burton. He is
worth six millions, if he is worth a
penny" saidoa passer-by to a lady
leaning on his arm.
George turned a wondering glance
in the direction of the fast receding
brougham. What could "Old Burton"
want at the house of his Georgina?
Alas, he knew only too well when
he was shown into the familiar draw
ing-room, and say Georgina there, in
a ravishing Partisan toilet, more beau
tiful than ever, but with no welcom-
ing smile for him.
A magnificent solitaire diamond
shone upon her hand. The flashing
gem was scarcely brighter or colder
than the brilliant blue eyes that met
his own
"Mr. Howard" she said, coldly, T
did not expect to see you here"
"Not expect me! What can you
mean, Georgina?" he stammered.
And why did you not come to the
park yesterday, as you promsed?"
81 was more agreeably engaged"
she replied. "Mr Burton, who is an
old friend of my fathers, spent the
evening here"
"And he has but just left you" said
George, glancing at the diamond.
She smiled and looked down at the
gem in her turn.
What am | to understand by all
this?" cried the young man. "You
know as well as I do how we parted
when we met last. Why do you
meet me in this cold way, now Geor-
gina?"
She frowned.
"Mv note will explain all, Mr.. How