The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1864-08-19
BIDDEFoRD, ME-, FRIDAY MORNING

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questions, and to..direct that deed of convey
ance DO instantly made out, and then, dar.
ling
His lips quivered moment-yet he manfull,
completed the bitter sentence .
"Theu will begin the battle Of life owe,
again."
And Edi,h's loving eyes told him what sht
thought of his noble self.abnegation-a sweet
testimonial. rH.
'Ahen,l ~ said DIR. wyllis. polishing his eye.
glasses with acrimson silk pocket handkerchief
81 didn't suppose the young fellow had so much
stamina about him. Avery honorable thing tc
do. Edith. I have never felt certain about Phil
ip Acres being worthy of you before"
"Papaw
"But my mind is made up now. When is ht
coming again." ..-..
"This evening, sir" faltered Edith, the yole,
eyes softly dropping.
"Tell him. Edith, that he may have you on
next Wednesday,, just the same as ever. And
as for the w-practicipg-why,t there's time
enough for that afterwards. My child. done
strangle me with your kisses-keep them for
Philip"
He looked after his daughter with eyes that
were strangely dim.
''Tried-and not found wanting!" he NUT
tered indistinctly.
The perfume Of orange blossoms had died
away. the glimmer Of pearls and satin was hid
den in velvet caskcts and travelling trunks, and
Mr.. and Mrs. Acre. old married people Of full
weeks duration, were driving along the shores
of the Hudson in the amber glow of glorious
June sunset
"Hallo which way is Thomas goingi" said
Philip. leaning from the window. as the carriage
turned out Of the shore road.
al told him the direction to take, Philip, said
Edith, with bright, sparkling eyes. "Let me
have my own way, just for once. We are 60
ing to our new home"
"Arc wei ?" said Philip, with comical gri.
mace. at is to be love in cottage, / sup.
poser"
"wait until you see, sir" said Mrs. Acre,
pursing up her little rosebud Of q mouth.
And Philip waited duteously.
"Where are we!" be asked, in astonishment,
when the carriage drew up in front Of n state
ly-pillared portico which seemed not entirely
unfamiliar to him. "Surely, this is Mortimer
Place 7"
'I shouldn't be surprised IL it was !" said
DR.. Wyllis, emerging from the doorway. "Walk
in, my boy. Come, Edith. Well, how do you
like the looks of your new homer
sour new home - repeated Philip. 81 do
not understand you, sir"
"why, mean that your little wife yonder is
the sole surviving relative of Theron Mortimer,
although she never knew it until this morning.
Her mother was old Mortimer's cousin, but
some absurd quarrel had caused o total cessa-
ton Of Intercourse between the two branches
of the family. was aware of the facts oil
along, but wasn't sorry to avail myself of the
opportunity of seeing what kind of stuff you
were made of, Philip Acre Aud now, as the
deed of conveyance isn't made out yet, I sup
pose your lawyer need not concern himself
about it. The heiress won't quarrel with you,
I'll be bound ~
Philip Acres cheek flushed, and then grew
pale with strong, hidden emotion, as he looked
at his fair wife standing beside him where the
sunset turned her bright hair to coils of shining
gold. and thought how unerringly the hand of
Providence had Strengthened out the tangled
web of his destiny. Out of the darkness had
come light