The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1865-11-16
"This is Mr. Elliott, [ suppose. s"

eyes, sir" returned the old gentle
man, hesitating whether to embrace the
stranger as Maurice Martin, or repel him
as an emissary from the obnoxious Conf
dental Clerk
"Ah-so | concluded. Has Mr.. Mar
tin been here to-das ?''
Mr.. Elliott started.
"Mr. Martin is in Parnaham, Brazil"
Il beg your pardon, sir," returned the
young man; 81 am his secretary, and am
quite convinced that he is at this present
time a: his family estate of Martinstower.
Perhaps had better seek him there.
am told it is but mile further on"
He retreated, bowling with a foreign
profusion of courtesy, leaving Mr. Elliott
overwhelmed with amazement.
"My DEAR" he said, hurrying back to
the sltting-room, 81 must go over to Mar
tinstower at once. Mr.. Martin has ar
rived at last"
Blanche sat up, tossing the bright drops
of cologne from her curls
"Oh, papa you will be sure to bring
him back to supper ?'
"I'll try, my dear-Ill try" said the
hurried senior.
Papa" said Viola, "you are trying to
pull your boots on over your slippers p
"Confound it, so I am-this affair of
Iizzy's has completely unsettled me ~
So saying, Mr.. Elliott darted forth into
the darkness like some new style of pro-
jectile.
The lights of the stained Gothic win
dows at Martinstower were streaming
brightly across the lava al he came hur-
riedly up the broad stone steps and rung
the bell.
"Mr. Martin-has he arrived ?'
The servant bowed, and ushered him
into large room, whose superbly arrang-
| ed furniture struck Mr., Elliott with an
indefinite idea of luxury. Lizzy was
standing by a tall alabaster vase OF cling
ing tropic vines that occupied one of the
bay windows, with colored lamp burning
above
"Papa! oh, papa you have forgiven
me p she cried.
lie turned rigidly away from her plead
ing eyes to her husband.
81 have called to see your master,
young man."
''To see whom, sir 2"
"Mr. Martin, Of Martiustower"
81 am at your service, Mr. Elliott
"You are Who the deuce cares
whether you are or not [ tell you l
want to see Mr.. Martin"
"Maurice Martin is my name. sir"
Mr.. Elliott stood aghast.
"Why, Ill thought you were the
confidential clerk ~
II never told you that was, sir. You
chose to take it for granted, aud [ allowed
you that privilege AS the confidential
clerk wooed and won your daughter
as Maurice Martin | could have obtained
no greater treasure !"
Its all a mistake from beginning to
eud," exclaimed poor Mr.. Elliott, wiping
the perSpiratou from his fevered brow
"Lizzy, my dear, come here and kiss me
Son-in-law, you're trump! Why didn't
you tell me of this before 2"
II didn't know it myself, papa, til we
were married" said Lizzie, laughing and
blusking "and when | tried to tell you
all aoout it tonight, you wouldn't let
me-"
$50 you were Maurice Martin all the
WHILE" said Mr. Elliott with a deep
breath 'Well, upon my word and hon
or And my little Lizzy is Mrs Martin,
of Martinstower y
Lizzy nestled close to the aforesaid
Maurice, and his look of fond pride sent
strange thrill down into the fathers
heart Maurice did indeed love the six
-year-old child, and Lizzy's instinct
had led her to the haven of happiness.
81 know I'm very young" falte-ed Liz
zy, "but [ am going to leave off playing
with my kitten, and brush my cur.s out
smooth, aud stop climbing fences, and
and-Maurice says he loves me just as
much as if l were diguifed wife forty
years old"