Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 103: what you’re looking at

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go sure of that. We have been frightfully serious together— _ é. his memory green. And gar Mr} Rutherford h, 1 vor A y _ fail, my dear, to tell how devo to that poor old : man ety coy ce She laughed—the sweetes of little: tinkling Taughs, but hollow as a silver bell. ee | a Her companion looked at Hes almost indignantly Se hs “And you are engaged to Alwyn, and you talk like Are you heartless, Leonie, as they say you are?” — Pee fie Leonie shrugeed her dimpled shoulders again, = © “Do they say so? I daresay they are right. Cu: ais ; Iam. As to being engaged to Alwyn Bartram, 1 am not | have exchanged pictures and rings, and all that—have talked — more nonsense, and vowed more vows, than I eare to remem-_ 3 ber. But still—there 1s always a but, . you Ligne Ethel—one — A monds ure Maoh and ‘ie doesn’t. inige the dais. m ie on _eoffers. -The i soaiecaitar’ is strong, and ‘poor little Leonie i is- pitifully weak.” “That means, then, a intend to throw Mr. eae over | for the wrinkled-old millionaire and his family diamonds ee | “How painfully matter- of-fact you are, my dearest Ethel! ~ Still, it is best in these cases. Yes, my dear, in plain English, _ I am very strongly tempted to throw Mr. Bartram over “PNG : 2 Mr. Rutherford. The one is young and handsome as a oa e the other is old and ugly as a stayre; but, oh, my Ethel! he 5 counts his dollars by millions, and dollars are the glory and a hliss of life! What a shocked and horrified face you wear! It sounds very mercenary and very horrible, I daresay, ene e one may as well tell the truth. You see, Ethel, I have known what it is to be poor, and you have not, and that makes all the difference in the world. I have worn print dresses, and — xg a shabby bonnets, and old shoes, and lived in stuffy little ‘back — | rooms, and dined on weak tea and smoked herrings before my uncle De Montreuil sent for me to France, and the horror of | that horrible time has never been forgotten. I will: never be poor again, Ethel—mever, never, never” a “You need not be, and still remain true to ‘the man you love.” : For you do love Alwyn, do you not, Leonie?? => 4 Leonie De Montreuil put out one little, dark hana all’ a : “ante with diamonds and opals, and laid it in saat of her ae rien a “They say I am heart eae Ethel, atid I know ree oie like z you, and not im the least like those superhuman girls one is reads of in novels, who give up the world for love; but I do-— I do like poor Alwyn! If he inherits his uncle’s fortune, Bg will marry him gladly, although then he will not be half 80 rich as Myr., Rutherford. If he Ren not, I ett ait os J fa 5 0 cok