SHALL HE MARRY HER?
BY ANNA KATHERINE GREEN.
CHAPTER I.
When I met Taylor at the club the other night, he looked so cheerful I scarcely knew him.
"What is it?" cried I, advancing with outstretched hand.
"I am going to be married," was his gay reply. "This is my last night at the club."
I was glad, and showed it. Taylor is a man for whom domestic life is a necessity. He has never been at home with us, though we all liked him and he, in his way, liked us.
"And who is the fortunate lady?" I inquired; for I had been out of town for some time and had not as yet been made acquainted with the latest society news.
"My intended bride is Mrs. Walworth, the young widow——"