Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 120: what you’re looking at

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‘s ee, “Oh, ity ee Mine No More!” IT5 ; yme ‘eset who had so often utterly overlooked herself for ithe fairer Leonie. If she had ever felt a jealous pang, she was amply avenged now. ‘The face of the young artist had turned to a dull, dead white. “Married!” he repeated, the word dropping mechanically from his lips. “Married! and to whom ?”’ “Oh, Mr. Rutherford, of course—the best parti in the ‘market. You see, Mr. Bartram, Miss De Montreuil is- an eminently sensible young lady, and, to be a little vulgar, _knows on which side her bread is buttered. Mr. Rutherford is rather a determined old gentleman, and when he proposed, _rumor says, it was after the fashion of the lady in the Trish song—‘Take me when I’m in the humor, and that’sjust now.’ _ Miss Leonie’s coquetry would not do here. It was ‘take me or leave me, and decide at once.’ So she decided, of course— who ‘could say ‘No’ to a millionaire ?’—and on Thursday next. Mthey are to be married. I am so surprised you have not heard it; it is the talk of the city. They say the trousseau is one of unparalleled magnificence, and the Rutherford mansion, up the avenue, is being refurnished in a style of princely _ splendor. Mr. Manners gives the bride away, and there are to be nine bridesmaids—myself, among the number. The Bice pair go to the cottage in the Highlands for the honey- oon. The marriage has been hurried on preposterously, L Rehink - but old men are so impatient, and Leonie seems. to yield to all his whims with a docility one would never expect from her. At eleven o’clock, next Thursday morning, the ceremony will take place. Of ‘course, you make one of the bridal guests. You and Leonie were always such friends.” Bs A second sidelong look of feminine spite and triumph. ie Sy ord—every cruel, pitiless word—of this chatter. And this } was the reason of the unanswered letters—of Leonie’s dead silence. False! sis ae news to me. As you Say, Miss Leesom, it is eat ie some of my many friends did not impart _the agreeable intelligence sooner. And so Leonie De Mon- reuil is to be married to old Rutherford, and next Thursday As 8 the day? I shall not fail to be at the wedding. Permit 7 a - = i: He led her toa seat, dropped her arm without a word of Se, ise or apology, and walked straight out of the house. is a ; fe forgot to go to the cloak:room. for his overcoat, and the No weniber ‘hight was windy and cold. But he never felt it. tle y alke a hege oe, patel he knew not, through the | ‘Miss Leesom’s vengeance was complete. He had heard.every ‘ < yoko his white face told little. Riven. his voice, when he (E(O) ‘as a | aed 4 Bay | COmMiIGE 209 ~~ ae Bete | . : cS