Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 82: what you’re looking at

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78 ‘““PIRST IN TIME, FIRST BY RIGHT!” else; but not before he had shot a revengeful glance at his successful rival. ‘He shall have his pay some day,” he muttered, as he moved down the room; “he maddens me beyond all en- durance with his assumption of affability and his high- bred civility. He goes back to New Haven to-morrow, does he? Well, I'l] improve the remainder of this recess to cultivate to the utmost my acquaintance with ma belle Gladys.” He found a young lady to whom he had been intro- | duced early in the evening, and solicited her companion- ship during supper, but he was eareful to station himself where he could wateh every look and movement of the girl whom he was fast learning to adore. After supper Gladys and Geoffrey stole away to a quiet corner, where they could havea little confidential chat be- fore they separated, for each had much to tell the other about school and various other matters. Geoffrey had been much disturbed inwardly to see how devotedly attentive young Mapleson appeared to Gladys. He did not bear him any ill-will on account of the haz- ing to which he had been subjected so long ago, but he instinctively felt that he could not be a very noble- minded man to allow himself to be so controlled by pas- sion as he had been at that time, and Gladys was too precious a treasure to be willingly yielded to one un- worthy of her. | He wondered what opinion she had formed of him, and he meant to find out before he left her; and after they had chatted awhile he asked, smilingly: “Well, Gladys, what do you think of my double?” “T think it the most remarkable resemblance in the world; but why have you never written us anything about him ?” she asked. “T have had so many other things to write and think about, that I suppose it escaped my memory; besides, I seldom meet Mapleson, as he is notin my class. [Tam verv glad, though, that he does not belong in New York,” Geoffrey concluded, with a wistful glance at his com- panion. ! “Why 2” ‘‘RBecause I fear you might often make the same mis- take that you did the other day in the cafe, and—I think I should hardly like to share your favors with him.” Gladys shot a quick, inquiring glance into the young man’s face, and saw it was clouded. Comuicdsooks.c@