The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1872-04-18

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ter tone "yon know il was not
of ;he diam 70 Is tnat [ was thinking
But what are you going to do. lIar-
~ p she continued, laying her han !
upon his arm, and looking up sadly
into his pale set face. you cannot
work for a living
"And why not work jr q living"
he exclaimec, 10 q determined voice,
because | happened to be the soo OF
4 uoblcman, brough, up and elacatcd
without any knowledge or ideas OF
business 7 But wW work for a
living, and show my wife that am
not unworthy ofthe trust aud couf.
ieuce she reposed in mo, when she
placed this little hand in mine, he al
ded, STOPPING to kiss the sm III white
hand which rested upon his arm.
1t was while pursuing his f,vori,c
study of oil painting, among tho ia
nous galleries Of RJmo, that Harry
lIarstou wooed and won Helen Tracy,
governcss in an English family r.si-
ding in Italy, and the orphan daush.
ter Of an off ,cr 10 the English army.
Before he had known her month.
Harry, who bad been in love-or iau-
cied himself so-with at least half
dozen different young ladies' in rs ma
ny months, felt that he had at last
met his fate.
| Delighted at the idea of being loved
for himself alone, he had not told her
Of his real position, aul it was not
till after the marriage ceremony
which took place ut III, B 'itish consul
late was over that Helen discovered
she had married the eldest son os
ba ronot, aud the heir 10 fifteen thou
sand year
1t was MT without somc inward
nisgivings that Harry wrote to his
father, telling him Of his mirrl,e,
which were more than realized by the
result, as we have seen by the letter
from Sir Philip Mar.ton, which await-
cd him at his club on his return to
England with his bride.
But, full Of conf lcnce in his abiIi-
" TO maintain himself ana his young
wife by his own eXcr,iJns, Harry
troubled himself very little about his
lost inheritance aui though their
new home-conslstln , Of threc SIN Ill,
poorly-furuishcd rooms, in bIck
strce;--wls very different from the
grand old mansion to which hd had
hoped to take his bride, he sat to work
chceriully at his ilvorite art, and
tried hard to earn living by pain
ting pictures and portraits.
But he soon found that it was not
so cosy as b thought.
1t was all very we'll wh1n he was
heir to Mirston Hall, AMI studied
, painting morcly from love of art, but
picture dealers, who, in those days,
had been all hlttery aad obsequi.
ousn ess toward the young heir, now
that he really wanted to sell his pic
lures aud sketches, shook their heads,
aud politely, bat firmly declined to
purchase.
AT last, ono dreary aft ltcrnoon, W hen
Harry was sitting 10 the little room be
called his studio, trying to devise some
new scheme to repleni sh his slender
purse, the servant opened tho door and
ushered white-haircd old gentleman
into the room.
Placing chair by tho ire for his
visitor. Harry inquired his business.
"You are a portrait painter, ] bo
lieve sir p said tho old gentleman,
boxing at him throu sh his gold spec
tacies.
"Thatis my profession, sir, replied
Harry, delighted at the thought of
havisg found commission at last.
"Woll, Dir, want you to paint ,he
portrait of my daughter"
"With pleasure, sir" said Harry,
eagerly, when can the laly give
me the first sitting?'
"Alas, sir she is dead Head to me
these twenty years and killed her !
| broke her heart with my harshucss
aud cruelty - exclaimed the old man,
10 an excited voice.
A strange chill came over Harry,
as the idea that his mysterious, visitor
must be an escaped luna tic crossed BIZ
Iniad but mastering with an effort
his emotion, the stranger continued
pardon me, young sir. This is
of no interest to you. My daughter
is dead. aod l want you to paint her
portrait from my description, as re.
member her twenty years ago.