The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-09-22

oPVs A0ANy Cvu4O u0NASo, Will lOUuC8lu6,
shrubbery and delicious copses Shall we
not DO happy there?"
She started up with a blush, for while
the words were still on her lips, Philip
Acre came into the room, looking q little
troubled, yet cheerful withal. Mrs. Wyl-
lisdissppearedi into the conservatory, leav-
ing the lovers alone.
"You sre looking grave, Philip" said
Edith, as he bent over and kissed her.
81 ana feeling 80 darling. I have a
very unpleasant disclosure to make-our
marriage must be postponed indefinitely. "
philip, for what reason2'
"To enable me to realize sufficient to
support you in becoming manner"
"But, Philip, thought"
"You thought me the heir of Thereon
Mortlmer's wealth? So l was, Edith, a
few hours since, but / have relinquished
all claim to it now. When I accepted the
bequest, it wss under the impression that
no living heir existed. l learned to-day
that cousin-a woman-is alive, in ig-
norance of her relationship. Of course, I
shall Immediately transfer all the property
to her,"
But, Philip, the will has made it le-
gally yours"
Legally, it is; could I reconcile it to
my ideas OF truth and honor to avail my
self of old Mortimer's fanciful freak, at
this woman's expense, might take the
boarded wealth, but should never re-
spect myself again. Could I dream of
legally defrauding the rightful heir ?
Nay, dearest, may lose name and wealth,
but I would rather die than suffer single
stain on my honor as a Christian gentle
man."
You have done right, Philip" said
Edith, with sparkling eyes. eve will
wait, and hope on, happy in loving one
another more dearly than ever. But who
is shel what is her name ?"
"That's Just what / didn't stop to in
quire. Twill write again to my lawyer to
ask the questions and to direct that q
deed of conveyance be instantly made out,
and then, darling"
His lips quivered a moment, yet he man.
fully completed the bitter sentence:
Then / will begin the battle of life
over again"
And Edith's loving eyes told him what
she thought of his noble self-sbnegation, q
sweet testimonial!
"Hem - said DR.. Wyllis, polishing his
eyeglasses magisterially with a crimson
silk pocket-handkerchief; 81 didn't think
the young fellow bad so much stamina
about him-an honorable thing to do.
Edith, l have never felt exactly certain
about Phil. Acres being worthy of You
before ~
Papa"
but my mind is made UP HOW. When
is he coming again ?"
"This evening, sir, taltsred Edith, the
violet eyes softly Dropping
Tell him, Edith. that be may have yon
next Wednesday, just the ssme as ever
And as for the law practicing- why there
time for that afterwards. Child, don't
strange me With your kisses-keep .em
for Phil"
he looked at his daughter with eyes
that were strangely dim.
"Tried and not found wantingl" lie
muttered indistinctly
The perfume OF orange blossoms had
died away, the glimmer of pearls and
satin was hidden in velvet csskets and
travelling trunks, and Mr. and Mrs.. Acre,
! old married people of full weeks dura.
ton, were driving along the shores of the
Hudson in the amber glow of a glorious
June sunset.
"Hallo! which way is Thomas GO
ing2" said Philip, leaning from the win
dow, as the carriage turned out Of the
shore road.
81 told him the road to take, Phil,
said Edith, with bright sparkling eyes
"Let me have my own way just for once
We are going to our new home"
care we?" said Phil, with a comica
grimace.
swat until yOr see, SIR" said Mrs
Acre, pouting up little rosebud of q
mouth. And Philip waited duteously
"Where are We ?"he asked in astOnish
ment, when the carriage drove up in front
of stately-built portico, which seemed
not entirely unfamiliar to him. "Surely
this is Mortimer Place?'
81 shouldn't be surprised if it was, ;
, said DR.. Willis, emerging from the door.
way. Walk in, my boy-come, Edith
Well, how do you like the looks of you
| new house2"
| "Our new house?" repeated Philip ".
do not understand you. sir.a
"Why, mean that your little wife yon
der is the sole surviving relative of The
reon Mortimer, although she never knew
of it until this morning. Her mother wa
old Mortimer's cousin, but some abslr,
quarrel had caused total cessation of in
| tercourse between the two branches of th