The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-06-27

ed. Faultleas Of form, graceful as only
a beautiful woman n a tigress can
be-with features perfect as those cut
on the silver coins of Syracuse. she
was worth the incense of mems HON
age-worthy the quite as precious glory
of wcman's jealousy! There was lust
a glimpse of creamy flesh through the
meshes of Mechlin at arms end bosom.
The eyes that looked out from under
long, white lids had the laughing love
illness of a child's. One fancied the
full scarlet lips could be as scornful as
they were sensitive-as passionate as
they were sweet. And those who knew
Leslie Marsh knew the warmth her
proud heart held, the brilliance her
brain harbored, the gentleness which
was as much a part of her divine
power as her beauty itself! Yes, he
was making a perfectly proper choice.
Would she be overwhelmed to be Sc
lected as the bride of a millionaire?
To have a palace at Newport, a town
house in London? There was a charm
ing Die mansion on a blue Scottish
moor he would buy for her if she fan
cied a ~sojourn in the land of the
heather. AS for jewels-he smiled
again there. All ONE loved jewels.
How many men could offer to the
chosen companion of his life such rare
gems as he?
But, while he found himself, the en-
We'd of all men, sailing beside her
down the Adriatic-he had almost
fixed on the Adriatic for their we'd
ding triple used his language as h
saplent Frenchman divined-to con-
ceal his thoughts.
That Mr.. Cable seems a fine sort
OF a fellow. No end of talk about
him at the clubs. He is the lion of
the hour, they say"
"Oh, we quite claim Mr.. Gable at our
house! His every honor is a personal
triumph for u.s."
$50 good of you to say SOL" Raymon
was nothing if not complacent. HE
ought to be very much iattered!"
A queer little look flashed at him
from under the curling dark lashes.
ut is we who are 1attered, Mr.. Ray
mon!"
AAA0 1du5A was 1CAlCACJ At0CAAs
1.-THE extent of your charity is only
being revealed to me! I wonder if |
may-if I mlght-plead for mercy for
myself"
They were driving slowly homeWard
through the silence, the crispness, the
blueness of a perfect February night.
"You! What could the gods give you
that you have not?"
He was conscious of the tremor that
went through the slight frame. A
sense of his supremacy shook him. He
had been right then! All his golden
anticipations were to be realized. Not
that he had doubted for a moment
that any girl in her right mind would
refuse him-Reginald Raymon! His
arm slipped confidently around her
waist.
"The gods could give me nothing
unless you were theirs to give!"
"Ah!" she said softly. She moved a
little until she was free from his arm.
"You-you are quite sure"
That was just where Raymon's bad
quarter of an hour began.
"Sure-indeed, yes! 1 have not spok-
en- hastily. I have given the matter
a weighty one as you will admit-due
consideration" He adjusted his
monocle. He wished the coachman
would drive more slowly. ST recollect
of what l owe to my family, to my
position, to-if l may say soto my
self"
YES" sighed a tender voice, ooh
yes!"
"And l have made up my mind that
you are the only woman I shall marry
you'll"
He could feel again the tremor Of
the slender shape near. He put out
a fat little hand. His touch was not
tentative by any a 1t was de-
termined. There was no false mod.
esty about Raymon. In the gloom Of
the carriage he almost forgot the
charm, the beauty, the power of the
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