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To-Day's Short Story. fy ♦ ■ ELEANOR'S ERROR. "And so you are engaged, Eleanor Roy Christison's voice had in it an indes- tribable something: of reproach, as he stood looking down upon the little dark-haired beauty in the cre-ain-coloured crape drese, with yellow jessamine hanging in her curls. Eleanor Laoord shrugged her shoulders- pretty, pearl-white shoulders they were, with dimples partially visible beneath their lace covering—and buried her noee in the blossoms of her bouquet. "How could I help it, Roy? I have been brought up so helplessly, you know, and I must marry rich." "I suppose a. woman's heart is never taken into account in. the slightest degree in these matters?" he said, eneeringly. "Dont, be cross, Roy," coaxed Eleanor, With, an appealing glajioe from her melting wine-coloured eyes. "There never was any real, actual engagement between us, you know, and I shall always put your name the very first on my list of fiende." "I am much obliged to you," said Roy Clmstison, ra-ther eaperoilkmsly. "I don't know whether Mrs. Palmer G-olden bough won't be to far above a poor literary vaga- bond like myself even to receive me." V\iiq,t nonsense, Roy!" pleaded Eleanor. "How can you take such a cool pleasure in tormenting me?" "And I am expected to have no opinion whatever on the subject? Eleanor, do you think I have no heart?" Miss Laoord's eyelashes drooped, but her iieart gave an exultant throb, nevertheless. coquette, both by nature and education. the regarded a plurality of lovers as one of the nece.seitiesi of her butterfly life. Because she was engaged to marry Palmer Croldenbongh was no reason that she should let Roy Christison's heart go free. Report spoke the wealthy Mr. Golden bough-a man -who would endure no divided empire; and until the golden matrimonial chains should definitely tetter her movements, Eleanor reeoived to enjoy her liberty to the utter- most. "How fortunate it i,, that his caprices i■ nduced him to remain at Goldenbough 1 ark this winter," she thought. "I should have been obliged to play the nun had he chosen to come up, and I do want one more sva.son of delicious freedom before- Beforo the fruiton of the schemes, hopes, and piinndngs of her life-time, she might have added. Mrs. Lacord was poor and proud, and Eleanor's beauty was the one marketable commodity which was to belter I their scanty foi-tun?. She bad won the prize; had reached the goal; and as the engaged wife of Palmer Goldenbough, reigned thel envy cf every other fair feminine competitor in the field. The quiet twilight was purpling the angles of Mr. Go I den bough's own room at the park, 'n the February nightfall, as he sat over the var-es of a book, not so m-uoh reading as ireaming. It was a stately room, with hijh •eilings, outlined in white and gold. and .anginas of crimson, satiu, while a fire in the grate shone like live masses of camellias. Palmer Goldenbough was a handsome, middle-aged man, with large grey eye. hair of a dark shade of brown, and a month which the physiognomist would at once have pronounced indicative of character and de- cision in no common degree. He had reached the age of forty years without marrying, not because he did not feel the constant want of a home sanctuary, but because up to that time he had never met with his true ideal of womanhood. Eleanor Lacord's exquisite oriental beauty had come to him like a revel- ation. and he had surrendered hia heart into her keeping with the assurance that she would treasure it as it deserved. And it was of her that he was thinking, as he sat all alone in the vague mingling of twilight and fire-flame. What a different place the old park will be when she is here," he thought, with a lover's fond tenacity. "I must send for the architect clown here at once, to have the new south wmg built out for her apartments. I can fancy her moving ahont like the beau- tiful fairy of some enchanted palace. And then we must have a new sail-boat for the lake, with satin cushions and awnings-she is fond of the water; and Jefferson must be on the outlook for a pair of cleans-coloured ponies for the basket-phaeton—ehe will want to drive herself about these secluded country lanes." And he drew nearer to the fading -western Hght. to' read onCe' more Eleanor's last letter, which lay in his i)reast-the long letter, daintily written in violet ink on perfumed Patin paper, which told him in each loving jrhrases lJcyw much she missed him and longed for him, and how she was counting the very days until they should be reunited. "Mamma scolds me," wrote the little arch- deceiver, "because I do not care to go out into society; but how can I, when you are not hcr? My thoughts will keep wandering hack to the bea at if at solitude of GoldPti- t),.)n,-h Park, where you are, and the wot-M calls me an absent-minded dreamer. You need not charge me &c, earm-estly to remem- ber that i am no longer mere Eleanor Lacord. but your affianced wife; it is too precious a fact for me to forget. I secluded myself like a grey nun. and mamm3. often laughs at what she calls my overprndery. But, dear Palmer, should your future wife be floating in the dance with other men, or exchanging idle badinage in a ball-room cr07,rd?" Eleanor had written as she knew Palmer Goldenbough would wish her to feel; she had sketched an exquisite fancy piece, with a nand of matchless cunning, and her lover's cheek tlushed and his heart thrilled aa he I read and re-read the delicately traced lines. "My beautiful Eleanor!" he murmured. under his breath: "bat she is too fastidious; she puts too severe a restraint on her gay youn life. I must write to her that I ?m 1 nc Bluebeard, to wish her to turn anchorite in all the bloom of her radiant youn,l beanty." ] He rang for lights, and, drawing his 1 antique natinwood desk nearer to the fire, commerced a, letter to his betrothed. But flheet after sheet was torn up and thrown aside; the thoughts that had shaped them- selves so vividly in hifi brain refused to take verbal form upon paper, and suddenly Mr. Goldenbough pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. "I will go to her myself." he thought. "I will give her a pleasant little surprise. There are plenty of reasons why I should: run up to town for a day or two, and I can epeak so much more eloquently and effec- tually than I can write." Mrs. Cortland's soiree dansante was one of the most brilliant affairs of the season, and it was thither that -Ur. Goldenbough was directed by Eleanor's Pk-ppy soubrette, when he arrived at her residence about nine O'clock on a stormy February evening. He contracted hi; brows slightly. Mrs. Cortland was one of those brilliant, unprincipled ladies of fashion whom he had specially cautioned Eleanor to avoid as much as she could, bnt perhaps this was one of the occa- sions when it was impossible not to follow in the wake of the gay world. Mr. Goldenbough remembered that he was too secluded to comprehend all the exigencies of fashionable life, and determined at once to follow Eleanor to the house whither she had gone to spend the.evening. The drive was t'hort, for as the wheels thundered over the wet pavements he pic- tured to himself, with all a lover's fond egotism. Eleanor sitting in the conservatory thinking of him—Eleanor abstracted from ail the whirl of gaiety that surrounded her. "How surprised she will be," he thought, with a smile. It was with some difficulty that he suc- ceeded in making his way into the crowd which filled Mrs. Cortland's rooms, but at length he reached the flower-wreathed door- way, whence his eye could take in all the brilliant scene of mirth and beauty. "How beautiful Miss Laeonl is to-D ight:" was the first exclamation which chimed on his ear. "Which is she?" ackeil another. "The one in pink?" "Yes; don't you eee?—waltzing- with Roy Christison. Fpon my word, she carries on that flirtation pretty openly. Do you sup- pose she will dare to go on so after she is married 0" "1 don't believe a word ot her cngagprnent to the rich old fellow away in Wales." sneered the other. "I'll wager a box of kid gloves she will marry Roy Christison yet. Why, they've been lovers ever since Miss Lacord first made her debut in society." Money rules the world nowadays," was the half-laughing reply, "and as its the fashion for married women to keep a court of, admirers round them, even after they have put on the wedding-ring, I don't see why matrimony need make much difference in Mr. Christison's attemions." Palmer Goldenbough listened to these words as if he were in a dream, and all the while he taw Eleanor whirling round anu Tound, to the sou-rid of enchanting rousic, in Roy Ohristison's arm,. Presently the graceful yonng couple waltzed out of the merry throng, and Roy Ohristisou led Eleanor to a seat close to the door, where her perfumed draperies of lace and pink satin almost touched Palmer Golden bough's rigid, upright form, iia he i etood back, half in shadow. "Was not that delightful!" Roy said. senti- mentally. "Ah. Eleanor, we shall not have many more such delicious waltzes!" "Why not?" Eleanor glanced up, flushed, excited, and radiantly beautiful. "Do you suppose because I am going to marry a man old enough to he my father that I intend to give up eocic-tv? If his money buys me. it doesn't, follow that I am to become a slave to his whims." "Not at all?" said a clear, cold voice close to them. and Palmer Goldenbough stepped out and confronted his fiancee. "Allow me, Misa Lacord, to renounce all right and title in you, henceforth. As you are so fond of society, it would be a p-ity to deprive you of it. Good evening!" "Palmr she cried, starting up, with a face as pale as the white japonicas. "Palmer-" Rut he had no mind to linger to hear false excuses. The magic glamour which had sur- rounded his true, loyal nature was dispelled at last; he had seen Fleanor Laoord as the i really was, a cold-hearted, deceitful coquette. So he went back to Goldenbough Park, and Eleanor never saw him more.

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