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b ert ‘Bartram’ S Revenge. _ a 187 secrgot 1 it’s cae Haat fellow alive I’d want her ‘A be on veaking: terms with.” Theh, aloud: “So you still adhere to your original resolution, Bartram, and go abroad ¢” : ossiblyremain over a week; by the same token, one is y ‘ooms. Will you show, Waldron ¢” “Por an hour. I go to the Rutherford ‘At Home’ to- Bt _ night thi is Thursday evening , you know. You never. ap- pear at those grand crushes now?” | Che _ “No,” replied Mr. Bartram, moodily, “and never will. I Pate had enough of the peerless Leonie. Who is the latest victim ?” | “That handsome Rnaiion diplomat from Washington— E the Marquis of something—I forget the name—terribly ccc jee though. He knew her uncle, the Count De“Mont- FE ool in Paris, and struck up an intimacy at once on the 2 strength of that knowledge. They are going the pace faster than Madame Leonie ever went it before. We outsiders E Gnd the game matchless fun, particularly when old Ruther- whom she does care, and grows wild and desperate. Poor | little girl! JI think she doesn’t take kindly to the gilded : matrimonial fetters. Le jew ne vaut pas—the what’s its “name, you know. Do we part here? Well, allons—we meet the captains at the citadel. Ill say good-by and bon voyage at Porte Crayon’s reunion.” five minutes after his wife, and ran up at once to his dress- a la ~The frosty November night, all sparkling with keen stars, hung over the gaslit city long before his toilet was ‘made. He drew on his hat and: loose overcoat, and ran d ownstairs, pulling: on his gloves, looking, as he always lo oked, elegant. and handsome enough for a prince. “Ihe drawing-room door stood wide—the easlight poured down its ete , abundant radiance, and standing alone in a pink din- ner-dress, he saw his pale little wite. He stopped at once and came in. “Ah, Essie,” he said, kindly, “Chetter, Isee¢? You ie Mrs. Hamilton will not wait dinner this evening; I dine out. d, by the by, don’t sit tp for me. I will probably return Wakeful nights don’t agrée with you, my pale little - Your eheeks are whiter than the japonicas in your a ee to bed early, and go to sleep, and as I will most y | nae in the morning before you are up, | will say sod-b yy now. Take care > of yourself, and grow a trifle less ry a . > . ; . ~ Pt ve i re Slt i i ¢ ot aD : - ~ . ea) oY wean ay Pay OP ea wd ~ ks “At once. To-morrow I go to Philadelphia, where I will never too fit for traveling after a supper at Porte Orayon’ S id 3 is scowling on. I fancy the little Rutherford don’t care 4 a fillip for the Austrian, but she is losing another victim for at Ter ee ne The two men parted. Alwyn Bartram rosacea home oot | G (0) % 4 es one, *> ; i. aA; - , = 45, 4 5 ¢ ‘ ' ~ *