Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1862-12-23


could catch IL, ard in 3 solitary moment wrap
1; up in its flaming life, and drop it in oi ic!'er-
I'd dust on his hands.
He remembered, too, that his real right to
;n'e. Tor his father had been far the more
wron. ed Of the two brothers, IN thr settling Of
the eetstf, and his pride revofted somewhat ut
the thought of being called poor man, when
b. had been so long accounted rich one, and,
though he had plenty of latent strength aid
energy, the e. thetic, ndcisnt part OF his nature
shrank from, the thought OF going out into the
struggle OF lif., and becoming the architect OF
his own fortune.
There went on a long, fierce struggle in the
soul Of Thurstcn Dow. I do mot hrliny< raar-
the thought of Charity Moss saved him, for
heliPSr there was inmate noblcncss enough in
the man 10 have triumphed over this t.nipLa-
tioB; bat know that her sweet, shining face,
rs hp had last seen X. rose out OF her shadcwy
hair, and Sc. med looking at kim with its calm,
sii ad.ast searching gar; and thcn II last.
Thurston Dow folded MP the sheet, and laid il
back in tue secret cOmpartInen.,-and there
was the look of n man settled, resolved, past
ali hole OF change III his face.
30 he went up 10 his room, and did that
night what he had not done 10" years, knelt
down by his bedside, and prayed.
The he1t day he was gone: runlor said he
he had suddenly taken IL into his head 10
make n tour Of the West.
CHAPTER III.
Three months had passed, and the year was
n the still uiagnficence of September. There
ad been 10 frcsts-there was no CLEAN OF
nsthyst or topaz in the rich dead green which
o. lo'hed the earth; but every puff of wind, with
ssweet delicious lancuors, was that dream OF
he tropics which visits New England every
autumn. ThurstOn Dow was walking through
The Rockiand grounds once more, for the last
time. The next day he was to leaye,-to go
out into tte world and take his place amid the
strong swimmers in the hurry ing tide OF life.
He had core home only the day before, having
accomplished all his work He had left the
Will with his cousin, and told him that every
foot OF land III Rockland belonged to him.
Edward Dow had behaved very generously.
and even offered TO share the estate with his
cousin. Int the lattPr would only accept the
loan of Il few thousands, with which to COM
mence business.
The world knew all the facts now, ard that
Thurston Dow was n poor man. II WAS eve
ning-so still that the puffs Of air were like
hnttering breaths. The moonlight Law in calm
white radiance upon the earth; the very air
was stepped in still, delicious languors, and
Thurston Dow walked through the shadowy
paths, AS though he was in some strange land
OF fnchantment. The large, old gray stone
house, rose picturesque and ghostly through
the tfte IN the distance,-and its former owner
walked amid the dead shadows of cedars and
Norway shrubs, and then out INTO sudden floats
Of silver light, and he half fancied he had gone
back to the palm trees and orap pe groves Of his
childhood. Suddenly the sound of light, rapid
footsteps stSrck his ear, and the next moment
he caught me CLEAN of q white figure amongst
the dark green shrubbery.
1t came tow ards him Thurston Dow was
anything but superstitious man-but for the
moment, his heart throbbed fast.
Inc next moment a name unconsciously
crossed his lips: 'Charity Mossn'
They told me should find you here. and /
could not let You 90 without seeing YOU" she
said, giving him her hand
at was very kind in You to come here to me
now, Charity keeping the small hand, and
drawing close to her.
II have come to ask You if it is true, what
we Lad beard, that yon discovered the lost
viii made by your uncle, hidden i'm all old sec
TetaiTe, and that this will give your entire
estate TO your cousinr'
at is true.''
dllatt and eXranded-a great, e xcellent thou CHA
nled anu ncode the girls face.
land is it true that you have given over all
this property to your cousin, making no reser
vaton1o yourself ~
"It is true"
She dropped her head moment. When che
lift her eyes they were full Of tears, and the
carnations had deepened into crimson blooms
Mr.. DoW," said the minister's daughter,
with futter liz her voice, three months ago
tonight you askfd me a question, which /
wish TO know whether / may now consider
rept ated -
'You may
"Well, then, L will be your wife - and she
placed her other hand in his.
He held her back a moment. "Charity Moss
! was rich man when you refused me, three
monts ago tonight am notIVorth dollar in
sire woridt'
proud. tender smile flashed through her
lips.
lyon are far richer man than you were to
me then, Thurston Dow"
He drew ihe girl TO his heart. $50 am; for
l have now what is above all price, or naming
u, Charity Moss, yOu are worth TO me a thous.
and ROckland estates!'
II shall not be afraid 10 trust you now
fhUrston," said The girl, half an hour later
and the fiuftcr of her small hand was like q
lilly in his hair. 'You will do me good, and
we will together strive TO attain our true ideal
of maG and womanhood.n
you thall be my little teacher" gathering
her closer 10 his heart A.
lyon shall be the teacher Of both," answered
Charity Moss.
That night they separated for a year The
next day 1hurstOn Dow went ont into the
world, but the love and prayers Of q trua and
} ohle woman followed him. and In one wear.
please God, he will return and take TO wife
Charity, the daughter of Reverend Aaron Moss
of tn North Presbyterian church Of Rockland
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