The Republican journal., 1872-10-03

'.Of course | am"
Then suppose you lust glance over
this letter that | received this morning
from my uncle I've no idea of expatriat-
ing myself among the pig tailed celestial-
for all the fortunes that ever We're made.
But for an ambitious man. Read the let
ter, that's ILL.,
Paul E>tcott obeyed, almost dazzled for
the moment by the brilliant prospects it
opened to him.
You really give me the privilege of
accepting OF refusing this situation ?" he
exclaimed.
II really do; and considering that
don't want il myself, il is no very great
stretch Of generosity On my part. Only
vou see you have to decide at once, and
be in the city TO report yourself at my
unclo's counting house within twcnt y-four
hours"
Paul sprang up flushed and eager:
'.I'll do it. I'll show Bessie Hay that
am no do-nothing after all. when 4 motive
really worth my while presents itself.
Bu." glancing At his watch. Il have no
, time II lose.
Not 4 second"
But my trunk ,"
"Gou can get what Won nerd in town:
my uncle supplies the outfit
ANA BESSIE
write her to-nlght my uncle VIII
| forward II under cover I" me. Aha VIE
| see th@f she @'tS IT.
l'4ni tNtf"tt WrHhG hlS c'mNah'"h 7
hand.
~You are very kind" he said huskily.
had almost grown To r'%af" No" WIN
dStrnsl.
Van bru&h laughed, showing ms "a'hIY
pcarl-Whlte teeth under 4 brown NOUS
tachc.
'Ncver Judge 10y appearance, ne sad.
Take my word for il. Miss Hay Will
excuse all lack OF ceremony when she
leans all.
Mr.. Van Rrn@h accompanied Paul Y"
the railway station. and saw him on with
emilinglvuterrd proiusIon OF good wishes.
"Fhc hest friend fellow ever had.
Thought Paul. rs the train moved oil.
Bot he could not see the Sarlonir grin
into which the curves OF the farewell
smile altered when the little country
station was once more left to silence and
loneliness
"Now." said Morton Van Bru@h Il
shall have the field all to myself. strange
how fascinated | have allowed myself to
become with n mere country girl But
there is something certainly very winning
in her type of beauty
Bessie Hay never answered Paul Est
colts farewell letter: nor lid the latter
once suspect that i was because Mr.. Van
Brngh never delivered it.
Paul, firing up under his ola encmy,
jealousy. took refuge in silence. Nor did
long cpiStlp from his Aunt Jcmim4,
which contained moro neWs-p"SSlhI",
probable aud poSSih(c-ttan any COY.
| eminent bulletin, serve 10 cool the flames.
Folks say" wrote the cpiStolary epiniS-
ter, '1hat Bessie Hay is @oin@ 70 marry
the wdowcr Sinclair, because he is rich.
There was 4 deal Of talk about her and
TINT voung Van Brugh, hnt he went away
all Of sud len, folks Thought i likely
with a flea in his ear. Bessie know pretty
we'll which side her bread = hutt"red on,
and Sinclair can't live lone Wlththat cough
Of his"
Il was no wonder that when pretty 5es-
sic Hay made an excuse TO come 10 Aunt
,Jcmima'S. and asked WlStnIlV and with a
certain quiver in her voice Ii Paui'S letter
contained no message for her the elderly
g0&Sipm0nger answered
i''''' ny ny ~ '''''t II 'N>' - - ;
did YOU ?'
Bessie went back home her little ho1t
as cold as lead in her bosom.
She had refused Morton Van Hurgh:
| she said mo" to Mr. Sinclair, IN spite OF
| Aunt Terminals knowing representation;
and people began to wonder if pretty BeS-
sic Hay was going to be an old maid after
all.
''Why doesn't he write to nc, or send
me n least II word to show that he has not
entirely forgotten me - thought Bessie.
why doesn't she answer my letter ??
thought Paul;
50 the world Wagged on. until MT. E't-
had dreamed in such San@nlne fashion.