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HdPOld'S Scheme.
BY ELLA M. HESS.

1t was the most picturesque cot,
tage that fancy could depict; a cot
tage with pointed gables, and deer
bay windows, and broad verandas-
such as wealthy New Workers dwell
in for the few summer weeks when
Fifth avenue is a wilderness and the
other fashionable resorts in that 10.
cality are deserted.
Mrs. Julian Raymond, in a ravish-
ing toilet of violet silk and old point
lace, sat out on the veranda, pouring
over q novel. Mr.. Harold Coverdale,
her brother, yawned, threw his weed
over the rail of the porch and contem-
plated the tips of his we'll shod feet.
sits a deuce of a bore, this summer
cottage business" he said, at last.
"a @How can you be so ungrateful,
Harold" she demonstrated. when
we've taken the cottage and moved
<out here solely for your advantage"
"Ceme," said Mr.. Coverdale, laugh
ing, @.that's expecting a fellow to be-
-lieye a little too much"
@Well, what else was it for?" !
ITO be near Long Branch and the
fashionable world, to be sure"
Exactly; and in order that you
may make a desirable match, Harold
for really you must do something
for yourself now. Mr.. Raymond de-
clares he won't lend you another cop
per-"
"But you'll let me have fifty or so.
Alice-there's a darling!"
at can't, Harold" persisted the sis
ter, with an elevation of her eye
brows. II haven't a cent to spare;
Mr.. Raymond keeps me so dreadfully
short" .
That's all you have gained by mar
rying money" sneered Harold, land
yet you expect me to do the same"
II "a man is different you know"
said the millionaire's wife. eff once
you marry an heiress you a do what
you please with your money" 60.
~Do you refer to Mrs. COLBY"
IT refer to Mrs. Colby"
Mr., Coverdale made a slight
grimace.
81 hear she is an ugly old crow"
said he, with a motion Of the mouth
as if he had been taking some disa-
greeable medicine.
"Then you're very much mistaken, "
said Mrs. Raymond, with something
like animation. shes not twenty
five yet, and quite handsome, and she
owns all the Colby estates in her own
right; and if you don't marry her,
after all the pains I've taken to in
vite her here, you'll be the most un-
grateful fellow I aver heard of."
"But suppose she won't marry
me?"a
There is no danger Of that" said
Mrs. Raymond, smiling and shrug-
ging her pretty shoulders as she
looked up at her tall, handsome
brother, who stood leaning his per-
feet head against the pillar of the
porch. "Not if you play your cards
we'll, Harold"
Mr.. Cloverdale laughed and made
a mock obeisance.
Much obliged to you, ma'am.
And when, may I ask, do you expect
this money-bagged widow to condes-
cend to come to a Long Branch cot
tage?"
"The day after Tomorrow"
"By train or boat?""
"By boat. You'll have to go down
70 the landing to meet her-and that
reminds me, Harold"
"Of something d~isagreeable, I am
sure!"
Well, no, it needn't be; only I
want you to go down to the East End
this afternoon, and bring up the new
housekeeper that 1 advertised for.
The intelligence Office people tele-
graphed that she would be up this
afternoon, and I declare l had nearly
forgotten it,"
"Thank you. I don't particularly
car about driving up the Shore Drive
with a fat, red-cheeked damsel at my
side and two or three bandboxes be-
hind"
What nonsense, Harold! She is
no common servant. She is a very
respectable I'M who has seer bet
ter days"
1T is a wonderful and u%naccount-
able fact that they all have" sighed
~ T~.o.l " -
your service, Alice-what must be.
must be-and I'll borrow Halls wag-
onette for the occasion. One a stow
away the everlasting bandboxes to
the best advantage in that, you know.
I'll go down now and stop at the
hotel and play a game Of billiards
with the boys before the train will
be in"
Dear, dear" murmured Mrs.
Raymond to herself, as her eyes fol-
lowed the stately, well-built figure
down the winding path that led to
the Shore Drive. How I do wish
he was established in life! He's al
ways borrowing money and getting
into debt, and if Mr.. Raymond should
ever hear of that forged check IN the
bank
But there was no plying pang in
her heart for her beautiful young
schoolmate, whose life she was will,
ing to sacrifice on the altar Of hel
brothers selfish and ~unprincipled
greed? Not one. Mrs. Julian Ray