The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1872-01-11

I Hubert, laughing. For it was currently re-
/ ported that the young doctor and Cornelia
were to form a partnership In other than
/ professional affairs.
! Either because he wished to attract her
attention, or for some other reason, Hubert
/ soon managed TO turn the conversation to
the subject of woman's rights, and the old
| doctor and the yong parson were soon
| hurting at one another al the staple, and
now somewhat stale, arguments about wo-
mans fitness and woman's unftness for
many things. At last, perhaps because he
was a little concerned, Hubert said:
Now, doctor, there was queer thing
happened to student in my elias, in the
seminary L don't suppose, doctor, that
you are much interested in love story,
but | would just like to tell you this one
because | think you dare not apply your
principles TO it in every part. Theories
often fall when practically applied you
! know
Go on, HUI, 90 on; I'd ike to hear the
story. And as for my principles they'll
bear applying anywhere" and the old
doctor rubbed his hands confidently to-
gether.
This friend Of mine, Henry Gilbert,
said Hu, was, like myself, poor. A long
time ago, when he was boy, the son Of a
poor widow, the lot on which he lived Join
ed at the back the lot on which lived Mr.
Morton, at that time thriving merchant,
now the principal capitalist in that part of
the country. As there was a back gate be-
tween the lots, my friend was the constant
playmate from earliest childhood of Jennie
Morton. lie built her playhouses out of
old boards, he moulded clay bricks for her
| use, and carved tiny toy. for her out of
pine blocks for her amusement. As he
grew larger, aud as Jennie's father grew
richer, and came to live in greater style,
Henry grew more shy. But BY all the I'M
spoken language of the eyes, the two never
| failed to make their unchanging regard
known 70 each other.
Henry went to college early. Al yaca-
ton time the two met. But the growing
difference Of their social positions could
/ not but be felt. Jennie's friends were of
a different race from his own. Her parents
never thought of inviting him to their
entertainments. And if they had a rusty
coat and lack of money to spend on kid
gloves would have effectually kept him
away. He was proud This apparent
neglect stung him. 1t is true that Jennie
Morton was all the more kind. But his
quick and foolish pride made him fancy
that he detected pity in her kindness. And
/ yet all this only made him determined to
/ place himself in a position in which he
! could ask her hand as her equal. But you
/ do not understand, Doctor, as | do, how
! irresistible is this conviction of duty in re-
! gard to the ministry. Upon that pressure
my friend settled that he must preach.
And there was before him a good ten years
Of poverty at least. What should he do
about it /?
In his extremity he took advice of a
favorite theological professor. The profess
.or advised him not to seek the hand of a
rich girl. She would not be suited to the
trials of a minister's life. But finding that
Henry was firm in his opinion that this
sound general opinion did not In the least
/ apply to this particular case, the professor
[ proceeded TO touch the tenderest chord III
the young mans heart lie told him that
it would be ungenerous, and in some sense
dishonorable, for him to take woman
delicately brought up, into the poverty and
trial incident to minister life. If you
understood, sir, how morbid his sense of
! honor is, YOU would not wonder at the inn
preston this suggestion made upon him.
70 give up the ministry was in his mind,
to be a traitor so duty and to God. To
win her if he could, was to treat ungener-
ously her whose Happiness, was dcarer to
him thousand times than his own
l. hope he did not give her up, said
the doctor.
double spirit of medieval self
sacrifice Looking toward the ministry,
he surrendered his love as some of the old
monks sacrificed love, ambition and all
other things to conscience. Looking at
her happiness, lie sacrificed his hopes in a
more than knightly devotion to her well
fare. The knights sometimes gave their
lives. lie gave more.
For three years he did not trust him
self to return home. But having graduated
and settled himself for nine months over q
church, there was no reason why he should
not see his mother again. And once il
the village, the sight of the old schoo
house and the Old church revived thous
and memories that he had been endeavor.
ing to Danish. The garden walks, aud
especially the apple trees, that are the
most unchange bic of land marks, revived
the old passion with uDdiminished power
lie paced his room at night. He looked
out at the new house of his rich neighb0r
lie chafed under the restraint of his vow
not to think again of Jennie Morton 1t
was the old story OF the monk who thinks
the world subdued, but who finds it all at
once about to assume the mastery of him
| do not know how the struggle might
have ended, but 1t was all at once stopped
from without.
1 ,l,,.1 ~
was already the betrothed wife of a Col.
Pearson, who was her fathers partner in
4 business. Aud indeed Col. Pearson went
in and out at MIR. Morton's gate every
evening, and the father was known 20 favor
the suit.
Jennie was not engaged to him, how
ever. Three times she had refused him.
The fourth time, III Difference to her
father wishes, she had consented to think
ab0utit for week. In truth, Henry had
been home ten days and had not called
upon her, and all the hopes she had cher
lshcd IN that direction, and all the weary
waiting. seemed in vain. When the Col
onels week WAS nearly out, she heard that
Henry was to leave in two days In a
sort Of desperation, she determined to &C
cept Pearson without waiting for the time
appointed for her answer. But the gentle
man spoiled it all by his over-contidence.
For, when he called, Jennie had deter
mined on this course, he found her so full
of kindness that he hardly knew how to
behave with moderation. And so he fell
to hattorins her, and fattoring himself at
the same time that he knew all the ms and
outs to girls heart, he eomplimentod her
on the many offers she had received.
Aud tell you what, he proceeded,
there are plenty of others who would Law
their heads at your feet, if they were only
your equals. There's that young parson,
Gilbert, | think they call him. that is visit
Ing his mother, in the implanted and thread
bare looking little house that stands behind
this one. I've actually seen that fellow in
his rusty, musty coat, stop and look after
You on the street, and every night when |
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