Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-11-11

but he never commiserated failure or mlsfor-
tune Few heartily liked him, but all, with
one accord, seemed to warm towards his son
Young Harry Graymarsh, genial, good ma
tured fellow, just come to mans estate, and
handsome enough to turn the heads OF all the
Young girls in NJ He was as Caleb hoped
he might be, his mothers image. He had
her blue eyes and fair hair, her gentle smile
and impulsye heat. Old Caleb had merely
education enough 20 enable him to read and
write and cypher ia an imperfect manner;
but his son had been taught as we'll and
thoroughly as any lad throughout the land.
The grim factor looked what he was, work
1 ing man risen to prosperous circumstances
and wearing good clothes; but the son might
/ have been OF royal blood for anything you
| could have guessed to the contrary.
I Once home from college young Harry Gray
marsh was often at the factory, passing, with
a kindly laugh, along the ranks of grim work
men who toned in the lower part Of the build
/ ING, or paus;ng to chat with some blushing
| girl, who moved with light step and graceful
! arms bare to the dimpled elbow, amongst the
whirring wheels and spindles upon the upper
/ floor Even the bent old men and the pale
| factory children had a word for him, and
many a comfortable blanket and warm shawl
/ found its way at Christmas TO the dwelling of
some old workwoman, dreadful bad with
| the rheumatic" at the bidding of % young
Master Harry"
There came at last amongst the forces in
! the women's room one, who to the rapturous
ewes of Harry Graymarsh, was wonder
| fully beautiful An Italian sort of face, with
| liquid black eyes, and hair so dark that there
really purple gloss upon it in the sun
| shine 1t was the face which first attracted
/ the fathers son, but ii was the soul that riyot-
! ed the chain which beauty first twined around
| his heart
| She was not ignorant, and though she was
| poor there was an innate refinement in every
| movement. And so, by slow degrees from a
casual interchange of words, and long sum
mer evening rambles in the green woods, and
before long he had told her how beautiful she
/ seemed to him, and how tenderly he loved
her; and the girl by bushes, and silence,
/ rather than words, had revealed the secret of
/ her own heart to him.
And then, one glorious day, when the sun
! was setting and great fiocks Of birds were
! flying homewards across. the cloudless sky
| when the distant mountains were all ahame
and every quivering leaf upon the tree tops
a shimmering point Of gold, Harry Graymarsh
| and Alice Lee were betrothed to each other;
| and so perfectly did she love and trust his
| Ioye for her. that she never thought He Is
/ rich and | am poor" but only He loves me-
| Whether in those summer rambles, Harry
! Graymarsh ever thought of his father, | do
| not know. He had never been thwarted by
| him in all his life, and perhaps he could not
! imagine that the rod of paternal authority
! should be first welded in a matter of so much
/ import; besides, what there in modest
! beautiful Alice Lee to awaken ones aversion
/ Certain 1t Is that when one evening, sitting
on the bank beside the river, with his arm
| around the waist of his betrothed, Harry lit
! ed up his eyes and saw his father standing
| behind him, lac felt bashful and confused, but
not alarmed.
| The old man vanished as softly as he had
! appeared, and poor Alice did not even see
him, but storm was brewing ana it broke
! over Harry Graymarsh's head that very eve
| ming.
DO you know you are the son of the
richest man IN the place - said Graymarsh,
standing crimson with rage before his son;
'that YOU might marry an heiress if YOU
liked: and here l find lou making love to
girl in my own factory, and you say you
mean 20 marry hcr-you actually say that TO
my face
Il repeat it," replied Harry, I'VE are be-
trothcd."
There were hot words between father and
son after that; tdunts and reproaches, the first
that had ever passed their lips, and the sun
went down upon their wrath. They parted
for the night in their anger, and neither
slept. 1t is awlnl thing when those who
love first quarrel, and wounds are made which
/
tenderness. Old Graymarsh had been in his
| own way tender father, and Harry always a
dutituI son. \ stern parent and bad child
could have been reconcilcd more easily.
Since afliuence had given him the opportu-
! nity TO be more idle, old Caleb had felt some
/ touches OF the govt, and one of them twinged
/ and tweaked him the next morning. There
4 fore he sent q grudging message to Harry, tel
! ling HIM rat he must 90 In his place to the
I I'll,
| but obedIent answer Then, before Harry
| was of, servant left the house with note
| FOR Alice Lee, bidding her not to 90 to work
| that day, but present herself before him in
| an hours time. She must be got rid of, he
/ thought. lie would bride her to 90 to some
| distant place. This common factory girl
! could not wed his Harry. But when She
stood before him IL her modest beauty, it was
very hard for him to speak to her as he had
intended. This was no coarse creature, ann
bilious of wealth and setting snares for the
| rich mans son; something of the soul of Iar-
rvs dead mother shone upon the old man
from her earnest eyes, and ne felt somewhat
softened.
They were together in a little room, the
window OF which looked upon the factory ;
She was standing near the easement with her
eyes upon the dark pile; he seated at the ia
bic trihiu- with some papers and wondering
| how to begin. In the silence, the whirr
! whIrr Of the machinery came plainly to their
ears and Caleb thought the noise was strange
" loud and distinct lie remembered that
impression long after and wondered that it
did not trouble him more at that moment
Asst was, he only thought what shall sav ;
why does that girl in her shabby dress look
50 much Ike lady that | am afraid OF in
sultiug her by words that seemed SO easy to
say awhile ago."
Suftcned though Caleb was, he was still a
grim, hard old man. and his mind had been
made up TOO firmly to change it now He
| opened his lips, closed them again, and clear
| Cd his throat and began.
- Miss Alice Lee, l have something to say
TO you. shall make YOU angry, / suppose,
bat l can't help it. You'll please attend to
TO me-"
She did not look at him, but stood staring,
in an awful manner, from the window
50 am speaking 10 YuU. Do YOU hear me -
| the old man repeated; but before the words
| had left his lips, Alice had turned and caught
him by the arm, and then with an awful roar,
like tile voice of some fiend, an explosion oc-
/ CURED which shook the house, chorus of
/ w5iling screams and then a terrible silence.
There were great black torrents of smoke
I rnFriuf~ rhrnuel Tho windows ,+ rIf +ss.s-,-,