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“y have fox aia Mrs. Herta. but Bisel she is not : Deh cative.’ Was Mrs. Rutherford ¢?? \ghe asked the question abruptly, and she saw, and Estella. saw, the dark-red flush that mounted to Mr. Bartrar’s swarth eh iy " &Yes,” he gaid, curtly ; “Mrs. Rutherford was there. + - “And handsome as ever, no doubt ?” x. “Handsomer, IT think. The Rutherford diamonds, and the id plethoric purse of the millionaire agree with the little for- y etane-huntress.” | -“And Mr. Rutherford / oF ““Oh, much the same as usual!” impatiently; “red-faced, ‘" o ae me help you to the breast of this partridge.” @ “Do you go out ‘o-night?’ Mrs. Hamilton ventured to in- quire, after a pause. “I ask, because dear Mrs. Bartram ons looks unfit for anything ‘but bed.” 4 “Then she shall go to bed; and the earlier the better.’ For ~ me, I have an engagement. i be et 2S - He felt a twinge as he said it. Yes, an engagement for a ___ Broadway theatre, made with Mrs. Rutherford, to witness the debut of a celebrated European actress. He had promised ] tq take his wife to the performance, but her pallid cheeks and oy _ heavy eyes came, fortunately, to the rescue: A , Mr. Bartram made a most elaborate toilet, and, looking | fa : ‘magnificently handsome, entered the crowded theatre, and “ie _ sauntered round to Mrs. Rutherford’s box. The enchantress, gorgeous in green moiré and sparkling emeralds, sat with of devoted worshipers. But she turned from them all with ‘ae an enchanting smile, and held out her sparkling hand to her a handsome favorite. Vandal! Goth! Late, and ee playing ‘Marie Stu- © art? “You ‘deserve the bastinado! Ah, she is charming! I DR how is Mrs. Bartram q? Re _ “Not very well,” Mrs. Bartram’s husband answered, atl sy ‘moodily ; : “fatioued, and unable to come out. She had re- as <tited: before I left.” - “Ah! our terrible city life—our late hours—our eee tight - our dissipation! We hardened creatures stand it somehow, smile that. stung him to the quick—“they droop like broken roses. I only trust she will be able to nitend my reception — Thursday night.” SERS {r. Bartram bowed coldly, the frown on his brow ductian . Her per siving, half-contemptuous tone and smile— LP . c : ~< ’ 4 : 5 ( . yr ele ' 4 he , “ ao aa we ety ig? ‘ bs : " , ‘ $ we 7. H 7 Uy t ed os ‘\ . ‘ 4 r - i é ‘ 7 ; ; ¥ ry Ww. a et * . ’ . ; ay "AG "te Hy B : FD Pre oat yo Me int , is 4 ‘ - , . ‘ . by . ’ ‘ ¥ 4.4 Ae es ‘ om oa. ‘a ’ ' . w wi T? i ek. cf 4g + Sy. etl ~ be Sane . we i mo ie ea ye My fi 5 e " * ' i= * a \ 4 * . > - % . ray ’ am / ? bw ‘ a See we ag A . J ’ y tA ae, t : 7» ’ ow ts" 4 -oubvoion sulky and jealous. Estella, you eat nothing; let } her friend, Mrs. Manners, surrounded, as usual, by a circle im saw her in Paris; but she is ever a sort of surprise. And : y ‘se | but these fresh little country beauties”—with a shrug and a