The west shore., May 01, 1889, Page 256, Image 28

THE WEST SHORE.
U,,.l,1,Dtb.'"' their family, novcr call
their !. Heir own. Do this reticular morning
.1, Lad l-n tturL t-.urh.xl by her daughter s refer
w u, h.r future iij liii-wi. Ml was bo habitually
in the ULBrm).l, kept ther by those who should
hat honored L-r, tht a direct alluion to her com
fort jut omcam her. The ju.!g referred every
UJr.K U I'mIjwv His opinion of woraan'i capability
in fenefa! m r( of Lis wife threat of all.
" Now, l'aul is all Mher, cUn-cut Fletcher," bo
was wont U y They had buried a boy some years
More, but the jO.!jr had not thought worth while to
lament for he " iu all mother -incapable."
I'auliM m "cUn-cut Fletcher," in Ixxly, mind
au ! muI, and shared her father's opinions of her
mother. Tb family Mongol to the class of people
who, frdin U-ing plain and jioor in the east, go west,
' !nk it rirh," put on a sort of llwihy style, buy a
public oflire, and then look down on refined, sensible
iplt with moderate dank accounts. Perhaps there
ia bo other word that so aptly deacribes them as
" atoMih." Pauline was short, stout and plain, but
fft Julge Fletcher's heiress, " cut a wido swath,"
as her father riprrMM-d iL
Kvelyn Fletcher arrival on the twenty-second of
IWcruUr. Paulino's keen, gray eye measured her
tw figure and frank face- with one. glance,
MNhe'i but riactly handsome, but almost," she
oo&flUl U her mother, latir.
Vou'll like hrr, I gueas," voulured tho Utter,
b4 knowing fi-tly what to lay. As for herself, her
heart bad u-ne cut at otic to the orphan, who had al
ready shown h-r taut d-fercnw and tenderness than
ter own chil.l Lad in yean
" I shall b..t trouble myself u like or dislike her.
1 Late ( much elae Ui thibk of."
Of corr i:,rlJD cull not lr.K remain in igno
rant (,f U,e KTeat rmt aUt to transpire under her
!' r.ft in fart, P.ulme had told her all and
showl Lrr rrer,lh1Ilk. l,.flir tl(n (lf lho ttA (,ny
" I am aniiou. fr , t,, HWoj( ht?$ U
Merc)' What s the matter?"
MVUt d.d you ay hi. nam, K .
with ut.y ) '
"Why, llaroU HwmU. 1V ,u kn..w him?"
-HrinM ring in Faul's vohv.
IU-uk, L,B. .1M kil),lt
J ,: i Tr t1 Hh,:
,MM Ml ' ' d-athly pallur 1U
. , ' 1 u Stie o,iU ,j n . II
heller shew a tv.l, . ' mW"
were ablaze with Christmas cheer, but few persons
ventured out
"Papa, are the trains running all right, yet?"
Paulino asked for the twentieth time, perhaps.
" All in from the east."
" Then, what can detain Harold? He promised
to bo here last night, sure; and only think, to-morrow
at nine-" Here she broke off and began to cry.
Bhe would not have cared bo much, only that several
disagreeable persons had said he would jilt her, and
of course no one would make allowance for the great
storm.
" It would be greens for that odious Kate Matson,
and I only invited her oat of spite. She'd have given
her eyes for Harold," sobbed the weeping heiress.
" Never mind, love, he may get here yet," said her
mother, soothingly.
The great house was one mass of floral decoration,
from the east parlor, where the marriage bell swayed
gently above a costly Persian rag, to the immense
diniDg hall, where long tables, covered with crystal,
China and silver, glittered in the subdued light
There was quite a company of friends from a dis
tance already assembled beneath the hospitable roof,
and each in turn, or all in unison, assured the petu
lent bride-elect that Mr. Swinton would yet arrive in
time; but in case he did not, no one could be so ill
natured as to make remarks, when the roads were fast
Evelyn had been very busy all day and retired
early, and Pauline soon followed her example, al
though neither slept during the entire night Morn
ing dawned gray and cold. The snow was still fall
ing, and Paulino, peering forth at the first signs of
day, shuddered at sight of the white drifts piled
everywhere.
" IIo'll not be here to-day," she muttered; "but
why did ho not come before? Can she have anything
to do with it, I wonder? " and she shook her clenched
hand toward her cousin's door. "I'll-stop; she
keeps a diary, for I heard her say so. If I can find
it-and 1 will-I will doubtless know all. I've mis
truhted her from the moment she started so at his
name."
Evelyn, wrapped in a woolen cloak, crouched by
tbe register, alternately weeping or praying all that
Jtormy night through. And it was thus Pauline
Hetcher's bridal morning dawned.
It was m tlmn a week befr, uma Christ-
! fc-LI fell ,arly our I,u,r that 0 riatn.a. i "? norMnB. th in a room of the Palmer house,
"v Her, ,l(Pf, I , . , . . : 'B", 1 man lonn1
U-ii... .. . .. I "mail H 1 l,:, , . -Bl -B
"""" 'n oowj suewaJU .1.
'"He on a stand Lai,U i :i.
wanniy be regarded the toes of his slip
neighboring chair back, through the blue
. . . ' ' - ili (e aii ixw. ...... I t .
,U (ulUa; j ' "1 8 , orl l,rraoily l0 te, ol hU .lip-
uuuowi , H-rson a b.i'hM-..: i it