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teas friend, indeed.” pod “And eained a fortune, have you not?” Mrs. Rutherford oy asked, carelessly. “Rumor Says so, at least.” “e ~ «Rumor is quite correct in this instance. Yes, Miss Mal- = -_lory left me all she possessed. No princely iaheritance—a _ mere pittance, I dare say, when compared with Mr. Ruther- _ ford’s countless thousands. But then I am not ambitious, yi -and it will suffice very well tor the humble tastes of myself ~ and—my wife.” “Your wife?” | ty “Most certainly! Have you not heard I am married, Mrs. - Rutherford? Surprising! I fancied every one knew it by _ this time. The affair was arranged on the quiet—my wife was the late Miss Mallory’s ward; but I thought it was toler- Pies ike ees a ~ : >» . . *, : er oe Sol est Sh my friends, Mrs. Rutherford, is not altogether thrown away wa 4 iwaeore pe Uh a 4 b . bonfire of our old folly. Permit me to bid you good-even- x ing—I perceive you are going out.” “ oo She never spoke. Her face had turned of a dead waxen ee whiteness, from brow to chin; her great dark eyes had slowly dilated whilst he talked. She loved him-—every feature in that colorless face. told that. The jilted. lover’s triumph was -eomplete. - “Good-evening, Mrs. Rutherford!” he repeated, his power- at the ball.” - There was no answer; the shock had been too great. With ni utile upon his face, Alwyn Bartram run down the marble me behesic and out under the J anuary stars. Two hours later, Mrs. Rutherford made her entrance aes - the crowded ball-room, more beautiful, more elegant, more brilliant than ever. She outshone herself to-night. She Petes, she talked, she flirted, as even she had never done - before. e ~ “And Alwyn ettcan is really married,” she said; laugh- - ingly, as she hung upon Mr. Waldron’s arm. “Lucky fel- _ low—and to a Boston heiress! But she—poor thing—don’t you fancy her honeymoon must be rather of the dreariest, _ spent alone? JI shall certainly call upon her, as soon as she 8 ives. J am dying of curiosity! She e ought to be pretty— rae." Alwyn Bartram’s~ wife.” - Nt. ee oO “No Pe Misti Mallory, of Bastian very old and very oe well known by now. You see, the excellent example of - upon me, after all. Thanks ‘for the letters; we will make a _ ful eyes meeting hers full. “TY trust you will enjoy yourself (E(0) “=comichooks (@) , born? a... Pw - ™ > : CPA Be