Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-10-05

dred thousand dollars, and this house, as it
stands, became mine Internationally, pro-
vided his nephew, supposed to be dead in
California, never appear-something highly
| improbable-the fortune passed from me to
him at once"
Precisely, Miss Evelyn. And there my
| bad news begins.
"You mean the nephew is alive, after
alp"
81 dol'
She drew futtering breath-turned q
little pale and cold-that was ALL
lis he herein the city?'
II regret, for your sake. to say he is.
There was pause She sat very still
pale and cold-her hands folded in her lap.
You have seen him, of course, Mr.. I'm
| derhill?'
'Yes, Miss Evelyn, Mr.. George Thorne
came to.my Office yesterday, and proved his
identity beyond the shadow of a doubt.
But he has acted very generously-very no.
bly,, must say. told him the condition
of his uncle's will, and that had no doubt
you were ready to abide By it. His answer
was: The young lady shall do as she pleas
es. If her conscience and her honor tell
her to resign it, of course take it if not
lie: her rest assured | shall never disturb her
in its possession 1 was surprised; very
few men in his position would say as much,
| assure you.
she is very kind" said Miss Evelyn,
slowly, and whittier than marble, land very
generous. Tell George sThorne-tell Mr..
Thorne, that my conscience and my honor
command me to resign his fortune without
moments delay. 1t is his from this
hour"
''But, my dear Miss Evelyn, hear me.
There may be a compromise, half, a quar-
ter, of it may be retainedT 1t is too much
for you to resign what has been yours forlso
long, like this
Not whit too much. There can be no
compromise; would not take dollar of it.
hardly to save me from starving. 1t is his,
not mine. Do you think could accept the
charity of stranger? You ought to know
me better, Mr. Underhill.
Mr.. Underhill bowed. He did not un-
derstand this sort of thing himself. 1t
was not in his line. But he did understand
the flashing of those blue eyes, the ringing
of that proud voice. He had seen both
before. and knew that the laws of Draco
were nothing to that fiat of Miss Evelyn.
Il shall depart to-day" said she, rising,
with certain queenliness of bearing that
always overawed ordinary mortals ''Mr.
Thornc can take possession of his house and
fortune at once. Good day, MIR. Under
hill"
The smile that accompanied tie little
white hand was very sweet and gracious,
but the lawyer did not dare to question her.
She was gone moment after, and was up
in her boudoir once more, looking out at
the slanting rain and gloomy sky, with
something altogether new to think about.
Miss Constance Evelyn disappeared very
suddenly from the brilliant society oc which
she had been one of the most brilliant stars.
1t was a nine days wonder, this romantic
vhirl of fortune; and society was on the
q,i rire to catch glimpse of Mr.. George
Thorne and make hero of him: but Mr..
Thorne fought shy of society and didn't
show They wondered-her dear five hun
dred friends-what had become of her, poor
thing and went on dressing and dining, and
party giving, and presently forgot she had
ever existed.
And all the men who had loved her, or
told her so, which is he same thing-where
were they now? One only, simple heart
ed young millionaire of twenty-one, whom
the world had not yet quite spoiled, and
who viewed in fear and trembling the haugh-
ty belle, wrote her an offer of his hand and
heart. Young Mr. Millionaire got an an
swer By return OF post-very civil, bat very
cold. Miss Evelyn was much obliged to
him, but begged to decline" ;"
Miss Evelyn was residing with widow
lady somewhere in Edinburg. Miss Evelyn
had advertised for music pupils on such
reasonable terms that she had got some,
and in few weeks had her hands full and
was kept on the tread-mili from morning
till night. She and that heartless society,
with which she had found SO much fault,
were never likely to trouble each Other
| again. She could have borne the falling
off of summer friends without one pang
but she could not bear that he" should bt
so utterly heartless. 1t was Mr.. Chilling
| ham, who was handsome and an author
| and with whom she had been in love fol
the past six months in spite of herself. Sh'
had not wanted to love him-she had tough
like heroine against it-but, ah wh'
could resist the seductive eloquence of thos'
deep, dark eyes, persuasive sweetness o
that earnest voice? He was SO diferen
| from other men-so noble, so gifted, so per
feet in his every manner-that she could a
soon stopped the beating of her heart a
stopped its beating for him. And she hat
thought that he had loved her-had he no
given her every reason to think SO, excep
the three poor words, Il love you !" Ane
now, and now.
Miss Evelyn never complainea-neve
.hirked her duties-fought the battle o
lite bravels, and wore away to shadow
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