The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1873-08-31

90 met Judge Chester to-day, who Is
p directly from there, and he tells me
h that Leonardo had drawn all Mlldred's
bridal portion and absconded, leaving
her to meet poverty alone, | always
, did believe hlnan unprInclplod scoun-
drel, and would not bent all surprised
0 1.-The has no claim whatever TO the title
of Count.h
poor, poor Mildred" said Jennie,
using her pet phrase Of compassion;
'may ! write aud ask her 10 pay US n
visit papa? AZ least until she can
think of something clsc,n
certainly my darllngi you had
better write At once, and rs have
business In that place, ] viii take your
letter 10 her tomorrow, and If she will
come viii bring her home with men
"rhank you thousand times, papa;
how good you always are,n cried Jen-
ME, and after warmly kissing her
father she left the room TO write her
letter to Mildred.
A few moments after Jennie left the
library, Harold Ethridgc como in, and
he and Mr. Hilton talked over the bu-
sineSs trip contemplated by the latter
! when AlildrCd's n0mo was mentioned,
aud by Mr. lilitonr Harold learned OF
the mlsfoumcs she had recently met
He expressed his regret freely and sim.
ply MS for the sorrows of any fliontl,
neither voicoor mnmcrs betrayed any
lingering throb Of The loyeh had once
felt for her and with which she had so
cruelty trined,
The next morning Mr., Hilton left
home, with many charges from 1cU-
ME to be sure to bring Mildred home,
Her disappointment knew no bounds
when, after Il few days, her father re-
turned without her friend, and told her
that he had searched the whole city
for her in vain. Not n trace Of her
was TO be found, and many persons
thought she had gone in search of her
absent husband.
About week after Mr.. Ililton's re-
turn Jennie sat at the piano playing
first one song after another, then rum
ming her fingers over the keys as she
turned the leaves of the music boo,
before her. Harold Ethridgc sat near
the fire with Il book in his hand, but
his eyes often wandered toward Jen-
ME, and he could not help thinking |
how very pretty she was in her dress
of softly flowing black, the sleeves Of
which fell back, showing the round |
white arm, and tapering waXen hands.
At last he rose and went TO the piano. |
lie was paler than usual, and his right |
arm was in Il sling. a fractions horse
had thrown him on the curbstone, two |
days before, iniuring his arm until the
Doctor had forbidden him to use it,
and had commanded him to remain in
doors quietly until hmthers orders.
He stood near the piano until Jennie
looked up and said, GLOW is your arm
this evening"
"Almost WE'LL" he replied, thanks
to your good nursing. What was that
you were singing just now, Miss Jen-
nie?n
zone Of poor Mildred's old songs"
she answered. "Shall sing it foryou?
| was only running ii over to see If
had forgotten it,
dyes, let me hear it, | thought it
was familiar" and he stood beside her,
turning The leaves Of music as she
sang.
"How | loved that girl, once,' he
said when she had concluded; "and
she triAed with that love for a gilded
bubble. Did she ever mention our en-
gogement to your"
eyes" she replied, in low voice
"and l could never quite forgive her
for breaking it,
"She was right" he said firmly, "and
| thank her for it now, though sut-
fered great agony at the time Our
natures could never have h0rmonl2cd,
never have mingled rs those of hus-
band and wife should Jennie did
not reply, and~he continued; May
tell YOU, Jennie, why thank her SO
entirely for taking her love from me| /
She looked mp quickly ana saw that /
in his eyes she had never seen and her
OWN dropped in confusion as he took
her trembling fingers in his own, and
told her how long it had been since lie
had ceased to love one capable of sell
ing the bloom of her heart for riches
and title, and how her own sweet I'M
age had crept into the darkened tenn
pie tinting with its pure brightness the
ruined altar of the past. And so sweet
Jennie Hilton had unconsciously won
The heart size priced above all others;
the only one, indeed, she had ever
cared to claim.
When Mr.. Hilton came home that
night, Harold went to him in the
library and asked him for the dearest
treasure he possessed-his idolized
daughter. Mr. Hilton gave his con-
sent with a hearty "God bless your
to Harold, and a tenderer caress for
Jennie, when she came down to tea
A few months later they were quietly
married, Jennie's deep mourning for
bidding anything like display at her
wcddil g. She was very, very happy
as she stood with Harold the evening