The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1912-06-11
A Matrimonial
Disentanglement

coming my wife?"
Lord Jocelyn removed his hands
from his pockets and stood up to re-
ceive the verdict, looking about as
comfortable as a soldier in the face
of firing squad
They were standing in the con-
servatory of the Squires house at
Newport, under frond of a large
palm tree that dropped over ro-
mantle rockery. They were entirely
alone. Yet each of them was aware
that the entire setting Of the scene
was for them; that the musicians,
playing the latest waltz in the big
ballroom beyond, the palms that
overshadowed them, the splendid
draperies and the beeswaXed floors
were, actually, a portion of the trap
that had been baited for them. And
outside a hundred eyes were watch
ing for their appearance.
Evelyn Squires looked in Jocelyn's
eyes with amusement.
You speak almost sincerely" she
said, flushing q little with vexation.
Il am as serious as / ever allow
myself to be, Lord Jocelyn answered.
sit down. said Evelyn Squires.
Before / answer you, Lord Jocelyn,
and thank you for the honor you
propose to confer on me- let us be
plain with one another. Perhaps this
will be our last opportunity. 1t is,
l think, admitted that you do not
love me-"
Il esteem you more than any lady
1 have ever known" Lord Jocelyn
answered.
Evelyn inclined her head. "And
that l DO not love YOU" she con-
tinued. 1T is, then, n transaction
purely commercial on either side"
Lord Jocelyn was silent He did
not know what to say, and so took
refuge in the sanctuary OF the wise
man.
Let me recount to you my posi-
tion," Evelyn went on remorselessly
Il am the daughter of u multi-mil-
lionaire. From childhood l have been
trained with one object in view-to
make a successful marriage-that is
to say, to exchange my wealth for
title. If he be young, passably
good-loolIing, and clean of life, so
much the better for me. But these
are not essentials. a title is.
Il was educated at the most ex-
pensive schools and under the best
goyernesses ands professors. At the
age of twenty l was taken through
Europe on exhibition In London you
met me and admired me. My parents
saw in you a possible husband You
have an ancient name and one that
has never been furnished it is my
duty to repay the money that has
been spent on me by obedience to
my parents wish rather than by
Sinking my responsibilities"
But +" Lord Jocelyn protested.
Yes, now for you, Lord Jocelyn.
You are one of an ancient house
which, like so many in these days.
has come to financial ruin. You owe
1t 70 your family to make a wealthy
marriage. You were sent to America
by your father, the fourth viscount,
for that purpose. You knew me; 1
was, then, naturally the first objec-
tive 1t is fair barter, unalloyed by
sentiment. If you claim me as your
bride in that frank spirit / will ac-
cept you in the same way"
Lord Jocelyn bowed; then raised
Eyelyn's hand to his lips.
Il hope in time" he said. chat
love may come to US"
She suddenly grew pale and be-
gan trembling; his words affected her
where her own had left her unmoved.
Then, placing her hand upon his
arm, she suffered him to lead her
into the drawing room. And. all the
remainder OF that evening, some sub
tie sense told each of the that the
guests knew, that even now looks
and words were being interchanged
among them, that her parents. the
varnish king and his stout wife. were
busily receiving the congratulations
Of their associates.
On the next day the news was
formally announced. Lord Jocelvn
went TO town and sent a brief cable
dispatch to his father announcing the
event.
Il shall need a couple Of thousand
more for preliminary expenses" he
wrote in a letter Everything is ar
ranged, and the dowry will more than
reht and furnish Doublewith Manor.
Squires has lent us his yacht for the
honeymoon The lady is charming
and ] think we shall both be happy"
Then. leaning back fin his armchair
in his modest apartment on Madison
Avenue, he said to himself.
How can it be- that duty some
times turns decent fellows into muck
ers and cads?"
lie tilted up the photograph of his
betrothed so that the ligRt shone
full on IL. Then he hit his table a
resounding thump with his nst
God grant he cried, that ] may
make her happy"
MY present to you Richard" said
Evelyn, on the following week. els
going TO be-guess what2"
Two thousand shares I'm Steel" he
said bitterly, and regretted it the
moment afterward
mo" she said 1T will be your
portrait, Richard"
And who is going to paint my
features, Evclyn2 he asked
"Torelli Marco Torolli You've
heard of him?' she asked. with %
swift glance Then her eyes droppcd
and slight flush overspread her
features