The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1906-07-25
How Gladys FaTed.
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play in weaving circles about his
shapely face and head. then float
off to the realms of pipe dreams.
Presently a dreamy. satisfied
smile stole into his blue eyes.
He was so sure of her truth, in
tegrity and love for himself
Adorable Lora. He was hasten
ing back to her and their we'd
ding day AT steamer speed Too
long had he strayed from her
heart. her caresses. her perfect
arms.
The half closed door of his
room let in the sound Of voices.
The day was warm and languor
GUS. II was Ed. Raiuey and Tom
LarkiB Mcguire had run into
them somewhere abroad. They
were cOming home ou the same
steamer. Mcguire had not want
ed to listen. but what would You
do when people will talk in your
hearing?
Gone, gone bad, isn't he?"
RaiDey was saving. Believes
that LOra is innocence persona
lied. Doesn't know that she's a
good five years or more older
than himself. Don't guess that
she's out Oh all there's in it to
marry a fortune. Don't know
that she's, in turn, been sweet
heart TO all of us, or anything of
that affair of hers and Lambert's,
does he?"
McQuire's cigar dropped from
his parted lips. The red leaped
in an ugly flame to his face. They
were talking, these friends of
his, of the girl be was to marry.
His right hand opened to slap
little Rainey fair in his cal
uminating mouth. Larkin's an
swer came slowly, between pufTs
at his pipe: Mcguire is young.
She isn't good enough for him.
that's only too true. But, Rainey,
the girl was only little reck-
less, too much of a tiirt. Nothing
worse Lambert is a liar. His
word don't 90 for a flip. The
girl is pure if she does like
money too well, even. to the point
of pretending love for it. Then,
il may not be pretense. McQuire's
a good locker and nobOdy's fool,
if he was born to revel in gold"
'Iora would not marry any
man unless he brought her gold"
Rainey still persisted. "Oh, you
need not worry about shutting
the door; Mcguire is on the deck.
saw him go up an hour ago"
Mcguire fidgeted and worried
about his cabin for an hour after.
Not a doubt of Lora's love edged
itself in his mind. No one but
himself had ever possessed her
heart. OF that he was sure. Gold,
why how often she had wished
that he would lose his money,
that she might the better show
her disinterested love for her be-
trOtbed.
After awhile the plan he would
work to cOnfute these friends
came crOwding itself into his
head. 1t was neither new or orig
inal, but it would do.
Rainey and Larkin found him
dull company forthwith. Then
it's reason came out. He had re.
ceived telegram at starting.
Hoped 1t was not so bad as
stated. His fortune, to the last
dollar, was in jeopardy. He had
made some foolish investment.
Further he would not talk.
Simply mOped, smoked and read.
"Rainey, the little sneak, will
60 straight to Boston and tell
Lora," Mcguire thought to him
self Nothing will suit him bet
ter. Nothing win suit me better,
either"
From New York Mcguire
wrote a brief letter to LOra:
my Dearest: Pm viewing the
hole where it has all gone down.
You no doubt have heard Of the
Parkinson company crash? The
private fortunes they swamped
with their own stupendous fail
uPe? | have trusted Parkinson
as ] might have my father, had /
one at present. Well, Pm not
going to cry over spilled milk.