Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-03-07

de to have singing
home; but even with these
(sodltions, their income was very linn
tied. Close economy, self-denial,
humble fare, and quiet Dress. Gertie
could recall much more Distinctly,
than the wealth her father had
squandered and lost. Where did
Harry Clarke come upon the scene?
Gertie scarcely knew. He was a
step-son of her mothers brother,
and had come to the city to make his
fortune. Ear away in the central
part Of Pennsylvania nestled small
farm where Harry was born, where
father and mother had died, and
which was the boys sele patrimonY.
The rent of this domain scarcely
sufficed to clothe the young clerk,
but he had been winning his way in
the house of Ingraham & Co., and
now, If he could make three thou
sand dollars, might be a partner
The farm might sell for part of that
sum, but where was the rest to come
from? queried Gertie. Yet, over
Harry's memory picture the little
maiden fingered lovingly. There
was no part of her life so pleasant to
dwell upon as that where he figured
Long walks and talks; duets over
the old piano, chats by fre-light-
He was SO tender and loving, so hon
orable and true; so respectful to her
mother, so tender to Jane, and so
ready to advise or assist James be
trothed, fellow clerk, who was wait
ing the turn in fortunes wheel that
would enable him to marry Was
not such love as he offered worth any
sacrifice? Leon Payne came in only
six months before this musing fit fell
upon Gertie. She had met him at
musical party. She had bewitched |
him by her pretty, piquant beauty, |
her grace and her voice; he had daz-
zled her by his handsome face-Har-
ry was not handsome, poor fellow,
Gertie sighed-and wealth. But the
young girl knew with woman's in
tuition, that under the courtly man.
ner, fattering attentions, and de-
voted air, there was a hard, selfish
nature, a cruel jealousy, and sus-
picious and hot temper. Yet, he was
SO rich, and Gertie knew all the tor
ture and mis- cry of genteel poverty.
'Be true to my own heartr' She
said the words aloud, as she rose and
walked across the room. ''Do I love
Leon Payne? If he should lose his
wealth, would 1 be a true, loving
wife to him still? Could 1 wear old
bennets and turned dresses for his
sake?" She took up the diamonds,
and put them on while she spoke
They flashed brilliantly against the
deep crimson of her neat dress, and
heightened the effect of her young,
fresh beauty. eff he were poor and
i'll, could / work for him as-as l
could for Harry" 1t burst from her
lips in sort of cry, and she tore off
the jewels and replaced them on their
velvet bed. 81 could bear all this for
Harry but not for Leon Payne. 1
will be true to my own heartr
The winter was gliding into spring,
Mrs. Jameson sat in a luxurious
house ON Street, waiting the
home coming Of two brides. The
parlor in which she waited was rich
ly furnished. Velvet carpets COW
cred the foers, velvet curtains
draped the windows, long mirrors
threw back the light of large chan
deliers, costly pictures in heavily
gilt frames hung upon the walls
Above, large bedrooms were filed
with handsomely appointed furni-
ture. In one rosm laces, velvets,
flowers, and silks fit for a royal {
trousseou, filled drawers and ward ]
robe; the dining-room was spread
for rich and varied repast, and the
widows own dress, though only
black silk, was rich and handsomely
made.
seMy little Gertie," said Mrs. Jane {
SON, softly, show will she reign over
InlS place!
A quieter home, but pleasant, too,
was waiting for Jane, whose husband
had received an anonymous gift,
hat enabled him to accept business
opening long looked upon as an un-
atta1nabIe felicity. But Jane was to :
spend a few days with Gertie before I
yoing to her own home, and the
mother looked for two brides, as / {
said before.
1t twas nearly midnight when the
carriage drove up. Gertie was first !
in her mothers arms, and then, as /.
Jane teok her place, the little bride
stood in the center of the long par
Iors pale with astenishment. She {
mad tossed off her bonnet, and the
simple straw lay upon the velvet :
carpet, while the soft gray dress of
the mistress OF the house seemed |
oddly out Of place.
.Where am I9'' she gasped, at
asst. 8
"At home, darling And her !,