Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-01-10

That proud man looked on his son 70
n moment irresolute: but his love wa
stronger than his pride The destroyin:
bt that letter he had ever regarded as bu
removing dangerous plaything from hi
child; but this outraging the feelings of
man was crime: and at last he had com
to see it as such, and bowed his head TO
AN instant upon his hands. The son ros
to &C. l.,
Come back. Norton" he said. "Did
ever wrong you as a child?"
"Never.n he replied in tones OF sur
prise.
Then will not longer as man.
thought was doing right Thought wa
taking step to eventually enhance You
happiness: and if erred, as fear did
it was from my Jealous care for you.
did not think sou would suffer much, Oh
for long. But find was mistaken ano
regret the. act. l broke up your correspon:
dence with Lucy Merryman."
You father?
"Yes, kept back the letter in which
she informed YOU of the contemplated re-
moyal, and gave her future address
"And she has been left through all
these wears to suppose the neglect was
mine9'' l..l -
Eyes, but did not think"
Enough, She shall know now. Twill
write--no, ! will go."
And the next train of cars that went
whirring through among the mountains,
westward, numbered Morton Whltcomb
among its passengers.
Before leaving, the father had placed a
sealed note in his hands, addressed to Miss
Lucy Merryman; and with the words: :,
You will not have to humble yourself
to accuse your father, the note explains
ALL" t.
Miss Merryman had not taken her place
in school siuce the death of her mother,
and was that day wandering listless and
sad about the beautiful grounds surround
ing her uncle's residence.
She had succeeded in I'll things beyond
her most sanguine expectations. As a
teacher she was unrivalled and she had
host of warm friends, and was treated
rs a beloved daughter in her uncle's house
that new Goasted y second mistress. In
fact, had o :omc all she had said so firmly,
II will rise-I will succeed, and the future
must take care of ITSELF" III that little
brown house, on that long ago spring
morning. But was she happy? Her
dear mother was asleep under, the sod, yet
green; and hidden away in the secret
chamber OF memory was that early love
that had promised 50 much and given so
little. t.. e4 4.
Sha stopped to gather flower. and as
she turned, GA rising, Morton Whtcomb
stood before her. = . .H.
WHY had he come, if he could not ex-
plain his unaccountable silence ~ thought
she asking what she most wished to be-
leave.
..Will You come in9n she said, her eyes
dropping before his earnest gaze.
Not now, Lucy sit with me in this
garden chair for little while, please. |
have much to say TO you, and would say 1t
here"
He spoke in his old loving tones, and
she suffered Linn to retain her hand and
lead her to the seat.
Il have letter for you, Lucy" and he
handed her the note.
AT last she said, raising her eyes to
his.
Spare me he replied, until you have
read it,
And she didread all the humiliating con-
fession of the proud man, who had hum
DitA ltaiIStil ilpAi ioNc " Hi'7 7bh.
g.tHow dared he tamper with my letter"
she said, her cheeks burning and her eyes
flashing with Indignation. II.
',lIe is my father, Lucy" ii.
YES, ard as your father forgive him."
.'Thank YOU" and drawing her closer
to him, he said, Zone more boon; may he
he yours in name? Will You he my wife,
Lucy, and be as you have ever been to
me the dearest object on earth ~ .t.n
The angry spot faded from her checks,
and the loye-light came softly to her eyes,
as she answered gently: d.
Il viii be your wife, Morton; and, oh,
love me always, for there are but few to
do SO now y rf-.tl. .,s 81. --a
Six weeks later Lucy returned a bride to
the home Qi her childhood. No one but
themselves and the regretful father knew
Of their long estrangement. r-.n
The ten thousand dollars in her own
right was "A nine days wonder to the
gossips, but to no one was / more of u
surprise than TO her husband and Judge
Whitcomb. I-. n-H-
And SO my consummate folly came
near cheating you out OF a fortune rs well
as wife," he said to his son, when in
formed of the fact. '.Well, old heads are
poor caterers for young hearts"