A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 149: what you’re looking at

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COMEDY. pie © & end cruel; I do not believe the class of people 1 have de- scribed would be so harsh and cruel, were the influences different. Unfortunately, the atmosphere in which these people move is such as to nourish their worst qualities, and their better impulses are drowned under the rising tide of superficiality, which brings self-interest to the surface and all those coarser qualities which, under a different infiu- ence, would be submerged. The aunt agreed to aid me in carrying out my plan, and it involved a lesson and rebuke to “* we girls. ”’ Within ten minutes following the close of my interview with the aunt of Eloise, the latter made a startling com- munication to her niece. Inever learned what passed; I never asked; but later, when 1 saw Eloise, I knew that her heart was aglow with a happiness that can only come to mortals under certain circumstances and conditions—a happiness equal to the bliss promised in the heaven of our imaginations. There was a train to arrive at nine o’clock. I had sent a telegram to New York, and I knew who was to arrive on that train. It proved an eventful night. Under as bright a moon as ever shone upon this quarter of the globe, George and Eloise met. They were together long after the full silver sphere had shot along through the twink- ling stars, until it was glancing down the western heay- ens, and | sat alone, waiting and watching, until a tall figure approached, and one of the finest specimens of man- hood I had ever met became my companion. George took a seat beside me; he lighted his cigar, puffed once or twice, and then said: Gomichbooks (E(0)