The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-04-13
|rhcts, Amusemnlts, M.
"You have done riobt. pbilip.u S

You nave done right, Philip, said
Edith, with sparkling eyes 1--WE viii
wait, and hope on, happy in loving one
another more dearly than ever. Bui
who is she ? What is her name ~
That 3 just what l didn't stop. to in
quire. l will write again to my lawyer
to ask these questions, and to direc
that A deed Of conveyance be instantly
made-out: and then, darling"
His lips quiyered moment-yet h,
manfully completed the bitter sentence
Then | win begin the battle of lif,
over again.
And Edith's loving eyes told min
what she thought of his noble self abne
gatiop--a sweet testimonial.
"Hem!' said DIR. Willis, polishin.
his eyeglasses magisterially, with sill
crimson pocket handkerchief; 81 didn'
suppose the young fellow had so mucl
stamina about him--a very honorabl
thing to do. Edith, ! have never ,fel
exactiy sure about Phil Acres being wor
thy Of you before"
Papa"
but my mind is made up now. Whel
is he coming againr r'
'sThis evening"" faltered Edith, tn
violet eyes softly dropping.
"Tell him, Edith, that he may hay,
you next Wednesday, just the same a
ever! And as for the law-practising-
why, there's time enough for that after
wards. Child, don't strangle me witt
your kisses--keep 'em for Phil
He looked after his daughter witt
eyes that were strangely dim.
':Tried-and not found wanting," h
muttered indistinctly.
The perfume of orange-blossoms hat
died away, the glimmer of pearls ant
satin were hidden in velvet caskcts ant
travelling trunks-and Mr.. and Mrs
Acre, old married people Of full ;
months duration, were driving along
country road; in the amber glow of
glorious June sunset.
Halo which way is Thomas going p
said Philip, leaning from the window, a
the carriage turned out of the maii
road. q" &
II told him the direction to take
Phil? said Edith, with bright, spark
ling eyes ''Let me have my own way
just for once! We are going to ou
new home"
."Are we?" said Phil, with comica
grimace. "It is to be love in a cottage
l supposep
SWAT until you see, sirp' said Mrs
Acre, pursuing her little rose bud Of :
mouth. And Philip waited duteous
ly. 4.
'Where are we ?" lie asked, in aston
ishment, when the carriage drew up il
front of a stately pillard portico, whicl
seemed to be. not unfamiliar to him
Surely this is Mortimer Placer
II shouldn't surprise if it was" sait
DR.. Wyllis emerging from the doorway
walk in, my boy-come, Edith Wei
how do you like your new home"
'Our new home?" repeated Philip. :"
do not understand you, sir. :"
.Why; I mean that your little wifi
yondcr is the sole surviving relatiue O
Thomas Mortimer, although she neve
knew it till this morning. Her mothe
WAS old Aortimer's cousin, but some alb
surd quarrel had caused total cessation
of intercourse between the Two branche!
of the family. was aware of the facts al
along; but wasn't sorry to avail mysel
of the opportunity Of seeing what kind o
stuff you were made of, Phil Acre. Aud
now, as the deed of conveyance ism,
made out yet, .Idon't suppose your law
yer need trouble himself about it. The
heirass won't quarrel with YOU I'll be
boundw
Philip Acres cheek flushed, and then
grew pale with strong, hidden emotion
as elookel 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 hand Of Pro
violence had Strengthened OUT the tangled
web of his destiny.
Out OF the darkness had come light!