The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-04-19

"But | love your daughter, Mr.. La
throp, began the young mechanic respect
fully.
"And So does Colonel Darrell, and 20
has score Of others, but what has that
got to do with it. | gave you my decision
A gentleman does not need n second lnvl-
tation to withdraw his presence and atten-
tions where they are not wanted.
An angry flush rose to Reuben's brow
You said once you desired q moneyed
match for your daughter" he said. what
has Darrell r
Influence and position, was the prompt
and triumphant reply, 'and these are the
equivalent Of capital. Say no more, Mr.:
Dalton, he continued, with psremptory
wave of his hand, 9 have decided"
But, sir, persisted Dalton, you do
not know the character Of this man to
whom you would wed your daughter"
II will hear nothing aOre, again an
grily interpolated Mr.. LathrOp As
said, have decided. Nothing can move
me from my determination"
For a few moments Reuben was silent.
Then, with heavy sigh, he arose from his
seat.
d
in conciliatOry tone, ~ he observed his
visitor about tO depart. Bella, who has
always been used to luxury and refine
ment, would ind but little congeniality
in a common mecha Iic's lot, and you
would not be happy with the daughter Of q
man whose interests are in the present
state Of affairs, 50 directly opposed to your
own"
Reuben understood the thrust direct,
but was silent.
Seek some woman In your own station
Of life, Dalton, and | will promise an ad-
vance in wages
| :" You think to solace = wounded heart
by money" bitterly responded Reuben.
" will say no more, MIR. LathrOp, and
with courteous bow, he retired from his
employers presence.
| He directed his steps rapidly to the
vine-embowered summer house, az he
caught sight Of . blue dress which he re-
membered Bella had often worn. In a
moment he was by her side.
Bella Y
"Oh, Reuben II and the pale, sorrowful
face was buried on his shoulder.
1t is all over between us 7" asked Reu-
ben, nervOusly.
"Yes, Reuben. They forced me to con-
sent. They threatened to convict you,
alld, -"
$50 this is your boasted honor, is it,
Dalton r. broke in the voice Of Mr.. LA-
throp Bella, 20 into the house, and
you, sir. either leave the grounds, or | will
order the servants to compel you ~ 60"
Reuben turned slowly.
Goodbye, Bella" he cried, brokenly
and impressively, " they may part ms in
this world In the next we shall know
the love and happiness they would deny
U.S."
A low sob was his answer, and, turning,
he left the spot and the place.
ga broken dream, he unused, sadly
that night, as he sought rest. A broken,
wasted dream. All well, in this life the
bitter outweighs the sweet.
CHATTER VIII.
/ "You are Reuben Daltonf
The young mechanic turned from hi
work and surveyed the woman who had
unperceived by him, entered the moulding
shop, and who, standing by the flask ovel
which he was working, put this inquiry.
he bowed in acquiescence, glancing Gu
riously at the dark eyed, handsome stran.
ger who had addressed him. She was q
woman Of, perhaps, thirty, who had lifted
her veil and now stood gazing thought
fully into hIs facs.
"Can you leave your work for little
time, and give one hours time for conver-
sstion with you r
Reuben put down the padding spade,
and stood srsct, not little myusi6ed.
cannot divine what you can want
win me, T" hs said wondefingiy.
II come mot only 70 do you benefit,