The Hickman courier., 1869-04-10
name and wealth, but I would rather die

name and wealth, but I would rather die
than suffer a single stain on my honor as
Christian gentleman
"You have done right, Philik sald
Edith with sparkling eyes. VIII
wait and hope, happy in lovingPns an
other more dearly than ever. Bu1 who
is she2 What is her name Z?
"Thats Just what l didn't stsp 20 IN
quire. | will write again to nj lawyer,
to ask these questions, and to dFeet that
a deed of conveyance be instanlaS made
out; add then, darling
His lips quivered momesk yet he
manfully completed the bitter sentence
-"Tben T will commence the battle of
life over again p
And Edith's loving eyes told pm what
she thought of his noble self alnegation
"a sweet testimonial.
Hem r. said DIR. Wyllis, qilshlng
his eye glasses magisterially, with
crimson silk pocket handkerhiet--'1
didn't suppose the young fell9 had so
much stamina about him-a vey honor
able thing to do. Edith, he never
felt exactly sure about Phil. Aere's be-
ing worthy Of sou before"
"Papalf
but my mind is made rpssJeE.sA hen
IS eessssses ssissl ~
"This evening"" filtered - tie
violet eyes dropping again.
"Tell him Edith, that he may have
you next Wednesday, just the sme as
ever And as for the law practcing-
why, there's time enough for that after
ward Child, don't s.rangle ne with
your kisses-keep EN- FOR Phil"
He looked after his daughter with eyes
that were strangely dim.
''Tried and not found wan,iIgF" he
muttered indistinctly.
The perfume of orange blossoms had
died away, the elimmer Of pearls and
satins were hidden in velvet easkds and
travelling trunks, and Mr.. and Mrs. Acre,
old married people of full months du-
ration1, were driving along a country
road, in the amber glow of glorious
June's sunset.
"Hallo! which way is Thomas 5oing?"
said Mr.. Acre
Il have told him where to drife to,
said Edith, with bright sparkling eyes.
Let US drive our own way just for once.
We are going to see our new home"
care We % said Phil, with eomical
grimmace ait is to be love il a cottage,
suppose?"
"Wait until you see, sir!" said Mrs
A, and Philip waited dutiously
"Where are we?" he askel in aston
ishment, when the carriage drew mp in
front of a stately pillared po.tico. which
seemed to be not familiar to him. "Sure-
ly this is Mortimer place!'
Il should not be surprisedif it were,
said DR.. Wyllis, emerging from the door
way.
Well, how do you like your new homer
"Our new home?" repeatedPhilip. II
do not understand you, sir"
"Why, | mean that your little wife
yonder is the sole surviving relative of
Thomas Mortimer, although she never
knew it until tg1s morning. Her mother
was old Mortimer cousin, bat some alb
surd quarrel lAhad-caus0d 9 total cessa-
tion of intercourse between the two
branches of the family. | was aware Of
the facts long aso; but was not sorry
to avail myself of the opportunity Of
seeing what kind of stuff you were made
Of, Phil. Acre. And now, as the deed of
isn't made out yet, don
suppose your lawyer need trouble him
self about it. The heiress won't quarrel
with you, III be bound"
Philip Acres cheek flushed, and then
grew pale with strong hidden emotion,
as he looked at his fair wife standing be-,
side him, when the sunset turned her
bright hair to coils of shining gold, and
thought how unerringly the good hand
Of Providence had Strengthened out the
of his destiny. Out of the
darkness there had come light