The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1873-05-29
Which Was The Heiress? ?

A lair, slender girl, With the COLDER
lair blown away from her blue-veineC
torehead, and soft violet shining il
ler eyes, as she stood there, livins
picture framed in by creeping yinel
md swinging sprays of clematis-thai
vas the last glimpse that Henry BAL,
inayne caught or Lilias Raymond OF
5he summer evening when he wen,
Lway to seek his fortupe. a.. i-
He had found it already in certain
sense in SO lar as u man may fino
treasure trove in the rich abundance
)f wOman's love; for Lilias loved
aim, and Lilias' heart was q gold mine
n itself. .s.s., ,..r.t
She turned and went back, into the
louse, with the glisteningi dew ol
tears upon her cheek, and u moarnful
4uiYer upon her lip. AMI !. iih"
Chow silly ami" she murn1dred,
1T will be but year or two at the
furtherest, and he has much more to
sndure and battle with than l have.
And Lilias repined at the fate as.
signed TO her in the great play-biIl oI
she world. alt was hard to realize the
ruth of the blind poets words, that,
they also serve who only stand and
Wait'.s4 ~ ~ l~s
1t she could have worked to earn
money and help him; it she might
lave been privileged to bear a weapon
n the strife. Alas, it was SO hard to
sit still aud count the seconds thai
must elpapse'ere'the crisis of our. fate
lawns upon the leaden horizon .oi
iife.o .a.s.- - go 3. 20 ia
So Henry Dalmayne went to Lon
don, and Lillas stayed behind, to bear
me separation as best she might.
Engaged, eh a"~ growled old Mr..
Peckham, Henry's maternal uncle,
whose skin had turned yellow with
the reflection ofmuch gold, and whose
neart was harder than the marble OF
which his mansion was built. sNeph-
Nv, your a fooil Engaged at two
Ind-tWenty."
g'sBut uncle Ralph, she iis the sweet
.est girl you ever saw"
"Sw eetest girl! Sweetest fiddle
sticks !" roared out the irate old
gentleman. There, there, don't talk
sentiment to me, I've no patience
with it," E&eI35 4 ~ aAA
/ Henry was silent The glitter OF
.he trescoed ceiiings-the flash of sill
yer and cut glass-the exquisite aroma
of the rare wine, and the velvet flush
of hOthonsei peaches, became distaste-
ful to him all atdonce. d Uncle Peck.
ham had promised to make his fortune
TOR him-but Henry wasHnot at ali
sure that he wanted his fortune much
on these terms. One glance, one
smile from LiliasAwere they not
worth all these hollow pageantries
Here, said Uncle Ralph, tossing
/ card across the table. "I've got you
i'll invitation 10 Lady Bruce's parity
tonight. You'll meet some people
here who are. worth the knowing."
III Henry Dalmayne hesitated. itswas
the eveningihe had set aside of each
week Tor writing to Liiias. She
would miss her letter--but, after all,
il would be only one day 3 delay. He
could write as. we'll upon the next
night. gai11a - hii.q aoitn's7ai. 7=l.l l.l7.st@t
So Henry went to Lady Brnces nn-
der the wing of his uncle, the wealthy
stoek-broker. = Rs TaxsssRr
rAYelly quoth Uncle 4 Peckham,
whei the Festivities of Sthe i evening
were over, and they were once more
sitting beside the fire that shone and
sparkled like deep -hued rubies be-
meath the carved, arabesques OF the
marble mantle in .he rich mans din
ing room; how do yoni like Sarah
Esterbrook 2"
Very well, sir! ,oiss,..,
Very wellw mimicked Mr.. Peck
ham. "Do you know that her father
is worth quarter of a million?"
ais he, sir ?ue npii 's5ls . 'TlT9ai
i'l "Is he, sir? Henry ~ roared The old
gentleman; Sc believe you're a fool.
Why, there are a score ofthe WEALTH.
est young men in iii town who would
give half that they possess-ay, the
whole of it if need be-for the smiles
and glances Miss Esterbrook vouch-
safed to you this very night" .h
'sShe was very polite, SIR" said
Henry, with rather of puzzled look /;
'"Polite! And pray what. ,wotild
you have, Mr.. Dalmayne? Do you
wantla woman TO- tell you out and
out, IN 80 many words, that she likes
you, before you can take hint 7?
Henry colored like girl. 1t was
impossible to be quite insensible to
the charm OF this .llattery, the more
especially as Uncle, Peckham was not
ordinarily one who " buttered his
phrases psaslthe' expression goes.
'fYes,my boy-yes,R went on the
stock broker, tapping the table em-
phatically with his finger ends; "She
does love you, and l am not the only