Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 154: what you’re looking at

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vais ; M rs, Rutherford Moocnte. er ford box. » curtain fell. “Scented, conceited, young puppies!” he thought. E tee how she treats me, and they take the advantage. ~ how she smiles upon them, and J—I am no more to her than _ the dirt under her feet!” “T thought you were out. of town, monsieur, ” ey said, > leaning: back, and looking brightly up in the face of the gen- 5 _ tleman bending over her. Sipiameer night. a ay on—the time is past. ‘out of town, then?” She ie ost somewhere in the wilds of Maseuchusctts, ” her com-_ nion answered, coolly, “where an ancient aunt or a fairy i “goat or something of that kind, has died recently ands a fortune. wears .mourning, you perceive. “When did you return?’ ‘Through pleasures and palaces though we aS roam’ we are sure eventually to return to New York. By 2 by, another friend of yours has returned, Mrs. Ruther- ~ Look there!” fe ee waved his glass. 49 dl” oa Bret aieinlcas: said, ‘still staring bard at the @ “She wears his diamonds, and drives his © hig Lat ns ping ponies, and graces the head of his table, and Som 3 tte incontinently. Let’s go around and pay our re- a The three young men arose, and made th pat air way to where the beauty of the night sat. Radiantly ‘lovely looked Leonie in flashing silk and dia- ds, her black eyes like stars, her exquisite face wreathed nits * most brilliant smile, as she chattered with Mrs. Man- ES mS “She biisied the glorious light of- those Assyrian orbs in a : fla shing glance of welcome upon the three gentlemen saunt- ene in, and old Rutherford, with a portentous frown on is rugged brow, retreated before their advance. “They 3 ar ae rumor. afloat neat, his paving wooed and (€ Look & Leonie raised her own jeweled lor- ge atte, and saw, sitting in the box directly opposite, her re- jected lover, Alwyn Bartram. "stately blonde—a handsome: girl, and exquisitely dressed, a Ww vhose brightest smiles seemed all for him. ganic couple, eh? pan iard; she, fair as a lily. By his side sat a tall and Dark and fair—he, swarth as a ‘We always return to our first — lov ves “eh saith. the French provery, and in this case it is con- 3 fir ed. The handsome Blanche was Bartram’s earliest adora- tion , before”—with a sidelong look and bow—“a. more bril- ar int star arose to eclipse her.” Mrs. ‘Rutherford dropped her glass with a laugh. But her < companion saw a sudden light in her eyes, a sudden compres- _sion of the small mouth. “Don’t trouble yourself to pay Sora Hee te now, Mr. Wal- Mr. Bartram, like yourself, has been ee <SEGO