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Title: True Love's Reward
Author: Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
Release Date: December 23, 2004 [eBook #14427]
Language: English
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TRUE LOVE'S REWARD

A Sequel to Mona by
MRS. GEORGIE SHELDON
Author of _Virgie's Inheritance_, A True Aristocrat, Trixy, Lost A
Pearle, _Helen's Victory_, etc.
1891
CHAPTER I.
A NEW DISCOVERY DEEPENS A MYSTERY.
When Mrs. Montague entered her room, an hour after Mona went up
stairs, there was a deep frown upon her brow.
She found Mona arrayed in a pretty white wrapper, and sitting before
the glowing grate reading a new book, while she waited for her.
"What are you sitting up for, and arrayed in that style?" she
ungraciously demanded.
"I thought you would need help in undressing, and I put on this loose
wrapper because it was more comfortable than any other dress," Mona
answered, as she regarded the lady with some surprise, for she had
never before quite so curtly addressed her.
Mrs. Montague did not pursue the subject, and Mona patiently assisted
her in taking off her finery, hanging the rich dress carefully over a form,
folding her dainty laces, and arranging her jewels in their cases.
"Can I do anything more for you?" she asked, when this was done.
"No."
"At what time shall I come to you in the morning?" the fair girl
inquired, without appearing to heed the uncivil monosyllable.
"Not before nine o'clock; but you can mend that rip in my traveling suit

before that, as we shall go back to New York on the eleven o'clock
express."
"Very well; good-night," Mona said, with gentle politeness, as she
turned to leave the room.
"Stop a moment, Ruth," Mrs. Montague commanded.
Mona turned back, flushing slightly at the woman's imperiousness.
"I have not been at all pleased with your deportment this evening," the
woman continued, "You have been exceedingly forward for a person in
your position."
Mona's color deepened to a vivid scarlet at this unexpected charge.
"I do not quite understand you--" she began, when her companion
turned angrily upon her, thus arresting her in the midst of her speech.
"I do not see how you can fail to do so," was her icy retort. "I refer to
your acceptance of Mr. Palmer's attentions. One would have supposed
that you regarded yourself as his equal by the way you paraded the
drawing-room with him to-night."
Mona could hardly repress a smile at this attack, and she wondered
what Ray would have thought if he could have heard it. Yet a thrill of
indignation shot through her at this unreasonable abuse.
"You witnessed my introduction to Mr. Palmer this evening," she
quietly replied; "you heard him offer to conduct me to Mr. Wellington,
and so know how I happened to accept his attentions."
"You should have rejected his offer," was the quick retort.
"I could not do so without appearing rude--you yourself know that no
young lady would have done so under the circumstances."
"No young _lady_--no, of course not," interposed Mrs. Montague, with
significant emphasis; "but you must not forget that your position will

not admit of your doing what might consistently be done by young
ladies in society. You received Mr. Palmer's attentions as a matter of
course--as if you considered yourself his equal."
"I do so consider myself," Mona returned, with quiet dignity, but with a
dangerous sparkle in her usually mild eyes. The woman's arrogance
was becoming unbearable, even to her sweet spirit.
"Really!" was the sarcastic rejoinder. "Your vanity, Ruth, would be
odious if it were not so ridiculous. But you should not allow your
complacency, over a merely pretty face, to lead you into such
presumption as you have been guilty of to-night. I blame myself
somewhat for what has occurred; if I had not accorded you permission
to witness the dancing, you would not have been thrown into such
temptation; but I did not dream that you would force yourself upon the
notice of any of Mr. Wellington's guests."
"You are accusing me very unjustly, Mrs. Montague," Mona began,
with blazing eyes, but the woman cut her short.
"I consider myself a competent judge in such matters," she insolently
asserted. "At all events, however, you are to