"I hear that the beautiful Miss Weldon is to be married," was said
to Florence at a time when he was almost mad with the excitement of
suspense.
"Ah!" he replied, with forced calmness, "I hope she will be
successful in securing a good husband."
"So do I; for she is indeed a sweet girl. I was more than half
inclined to fall in love with her myself; and would leave done so,
if I had believed there was any chance for me."
"Who is the favored one?" asked Florence.
"I have not been able to find out. She received three or four
offers, and went back to Albany to consider them and make her
election. This she has done, I hear; and already, the happy
recipient of her favor is rejoicing over his good fortune. May they
live a thousand years to be happy with each other!"
Here was another drop of bitterness in the cup that was at the lips
of Edwin Florence. He went to his office immediately, and, setting
down, wrote thus to Clara:
"I do not wrongly interpret, I presume, a silence continued far
beyond the time agreed upon when we parted. You have rejected my
suit. Well, be it so; and may you be happy with him who has found
favor in your eyes.
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