The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1873-09-06

. when, AFTER a rev VOI0i I'I '"'''' ~
turned withuu, her friend, and told !lcr
llnt Inc had searched the whole city
for her i'm vain. Not u trace OF her
was to We found, and many persons
thought she had gone in search of her
absent husband.
About Il week after Mr.. t,ilton's re-
turn, Jennie sat ut the piano playing
first one song after another, then ran
ming her fingers over the keys ns she
turned the leaves Of thc music book
before her. Harold IIthridgc sat near
/ the fire with book in his hand, but
I his eyes often wandered toward Len-
ME, and he could not help thinking
how very pretty she was in her dress
of softly flowing black, the sleeves oi
which fell back, showing the round
white arm, and tapcring waXen hands.
At last he rose and vent to the piano.
He was pulrr than usual, and his right
arm was in sling. \ fractions horse
had thrown him on the curbStone, two
days before, injuring his arm until the
Doctor had forbidden him to use it,
and had commanded him to remain in
doors quietly until furthers orders.
He stood near the piano until Jennie
looked up and said, "How is your arm
this evening""
"Almost WELL" he replied, "thnnks
to your good nursing. What was that
YOU were singing just now, Miss Jen-
nic"n
zone of poor MIildred's old songs"
she answered "Shall singit foryou:
! was only running ii over to see If !
had forgotten it,"
dyes, let me hear it. / thought ii
was familiar,n and hc stood beside her,
turning the leaves Of music as she
sang.
How | loved that girl, once" he
said, when she had concluded: 'and
she trihed with that love for IL gildcd
bubble. Did she ever mention our en-
gagement to your
"Yos," she replied, in low voice
"and ] could never quite forgive her
fer hrcaiing it,
''&he was right ;" he said firmly, "and
| thank her for it now, though slli'
fercd y great agony mt the time. Our
natures could never have harmonized,
never have mingled as tl9bse of hus-
band and wife should.n Jennie did
not reply, and he continued: " May |
tell you, Jennie, why | thank her so
entirely for taking her love from ne"
She looked up quickly, and saw that
in his eyes she had never seen, and her
own dropped in confusion rs he took
her trembling fingers in his own, and
told her how long it had been since he
had ceased to love one capable of sell
ing the bloom of her heart for riches
and tltle, and how her own sweet im-
age had crcpt into the dar!tened tcnl-
pie, tintiug with its pure brightness the
ruimCd altar of the past. And so sweet
Jennie Hilton had unconsciously won
the heart she priced above all others;
the only one, indeed, she had ever
cared to claim.
When MI Hilton came home that
night, Harold went to. him in the
library and asked him for the dearest
treasure he posscsscd-.his idollzed
daughter Mr.. Iii ton gave his con-
seAt with hearty "God bless you,'
to Harold, and tcndcrer caress for
Jcnuic when she caRe down to tea.
y few months later they were quietly
married, Jcnnic's deep mourning for
bidding anything like display at her
weddiI g. she was very, very happy
as she stood with Harold the evening
after their marriage-neYcr in her
sweet, guileless trust reverting jeal-
ously 70 the past, while he rested his
whole life's happiness upon her bridal
VOWS, fearlcssly and unshrinkingly,
for he knew that her sweet lips had
never lisped flattering falsehoods to
other men; that no arm but his had
ever clasped in a lovers triumph her
slender waist, or pressed betrothal
kisses on her pure, uplifted brow,
Harod's father and mother still lived
at their old homestead, and Harold
promised to take his wife to visit the
old people very soon, 1t was not
long before he fulfilled hispromise, and
Jennie was so much delighted that her
husband laughingly promised 10 build
her a summer residence on the farm,
where they would seek retreat from
| the heated, dusty city during the sui
| try season.