Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1866-01-05

was a usurpcr, but only bidng her time to
abdicate.
In the meantime, Raymond drudged
away in the counting house Of IA Co.
His salary was small, for he had much to
learn, and found his task irksome beyond
description. Free as air all his life, the
restraint of hours. the crampcd confne-
Eent of the desk, the mon0tony of uu-
congenial duties, were all slow tortures,
yet he strovc to find comfort in the
thought of his independence, and wrote to
lola in a cheerful, bright manner, that was
an infinite relief to her.
Six long years passed thus. From clerk
RAYMOND had yenturcd to start in business
for himself with Walter Foster as partner.
In a quiet way they had succeeded. living
within the limits of an narrow income, land
giving to their undertaking the full scope
of their youthful energy. In all these
years lola and Raymond had never met.
The young girl, as womanhood's instincts
dawned upon her secluded life, blushcd in
her solitude to think of the proposal her
childish lips had made, and this very
memory gave to the otherwise frank, open
letters u modest dignity that made new
charm. She wrote well. Living in her
world of books and study, there was yet
a bright intellect and keen observation at
play when she went abroad, seldom it is
true, but enough to keep away the pedan-
tic element from her character. Her re-
phys to Raymond animated accounts of
New 1ork's dongs too, were full of wit
and gIacc, and into his sore sad heart there
crept memory of the childlike generosity
to blend with respect and admiration the
wonan's pen awokc, and Raymond knew
that had his uncle's proposal come nows
his whole heart would have lcaped to meet
it.
1t was clear afternoon in early sum-
mer, and the young partners of the house
of Foster & Wharton were opening their
mail. A word of comment now and then
was the only break in the silence, until
Raymond suddenly made loud cxclana-
ton.
What is it, Ray ?'' said Walter.
For answer, Raymond read aloud the
letter which had SO startled him, 1t was
from Mr.. Saincs, and contained the in
tclligence that lola had fled from her
home. leaving behind letter stating her
resolution never to return, never to be
found, and also legal deed of gift. con
yeging to Raymond Wharton the whole of
his uncle's property. Mr.. S;sines conclud-
ed by expressing his desire that Raymond
would return to his old home as soon as
possible, as of course he and his wife
should leave it, and all the business mat
ters he had hoped to transfer to lola upon
her coming of age, awaited the orders Of
the new heir.
Raymond oheyed the summons at once.
not to take possession Of the property, hut
to set to week every means of discovering
ioa's retreat. Even the police. under
strict injunctipns of secrecy, were employ
ed but not Il trace or clue could be dis
covered. For six years, lola had been
preparing for her escape, and while Ray
mond was moving every power in his
reach to find her in America, she was on
the bosom of the broad Atlantic, travcll-
ing as Il sovcrness to Europe, with a wild
ow lady aud her two daughters, to whom
she had obtained letters Of recommended
ton from one of her teachers, who herself
had left the city.
The summer sped away, and the winter
when Raymond reluctantly took uD the
duties of his position, with the mental re-
scrvation that he would keep all III order
only till he fuund lola. Then hope whis-
pered that he could tell her his love-talc,
without the shame Of fortune hunting to
hold him back. lie was sitting at the
secretaire. of which, lola had left him the
key. A large mass Of papers lay upon
the shelf, and half mechanically he open
cd one after another. To his utter sur
prise. he found an envelope directed to
himself in his uncle's Handwriting. 1t
was the work of a second only to tear this
open, to find, in the well known writing,
the following letter..
ing been told by my physician to prepare
my woodly affairs to quit them forever
| have just made my will, and as the
words that disinherit You fell from my pen,
the impulse came over me to lay before
YOU my reasons for so arbitrary an act
Before you read this, shall be beyond the
reach of YOUR contempt and reproachcs,
To make yon understand my position, |
must go back to my boyhood. Then, left
like yourself an orphan. was adopted by
a relative of my mothers Laurence Hay
hurst. Iola's grandfather. One son, also
named Laurence, shared with me the love
of Mr.. and Mrs. Hayhurst. l will spare
you the details of my boyhood, the recital
of lovc poured out upon Laurence, gradu-
ally given to me, Of his every whim in
dulgcd, my smallest desire crossed. Suf
fee it that hated him with a furious.mad
4 l,,..f 10
he extending to he Il supcrcilous patron
age, hating him with all the intensity of
my nature, Then, to add to the bitter
rstrangmcnt, we became rivals in love.
lola Carlova was Spaniard. the daugh-
ter of opera dancers, adopted by an eccen-
trio widow. who made her star in
society, by virtue of her transcendcnt
beauty and the lustrc of Il probable heir
ship. Laurence worshippcd her, too
When my love was poured forth; it was
spurned. and the reason given was that
the heart cravcd was already Laurence
IIavhurst's. All the evil in my nature
was stung.into action by this rejection, and
my revenge became an Object in my life.
1t was easy 10 rouse the wrath uf the
father against the sons l0w-born choice.
Opposition famed loves fame, Till an
elopement was the eHd, Then | was
taken to the place Of the disnheritcd SON,
and when ON his death bed the father
would have relcnted, told Il plausible
tale of the sons death. and the will that
gave me the noble fortune You have seen
me spend was left intact
On her dcath-bed, lola Hayhurst sent
for me, to wai,rn my remorse by the tale
of suffering her whole married life had
been. Poverty and desperation had