Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1874-05-06

a mill. I wonder you wish it, G@nor
a girl like you, of education and family.
Genor smiled feebly.
"Oh. Charles! can't you understand?
she said, and then sine sighed bu
more that Charles had disappointed he
than that her lot was hard. She ha
thought he would have seen with he
that her duty lay with these poor chil
dren, and yet have given her some ten
der words of comfort over the deferre,
marriage, to carry her through the task
But this mans heart was shallowe
than her own. and because Ganor hel,
to her determination to remain at Mar
ton he left her in anger, and went hom
to tell his family that long years o
association with middle-class peopl
had SO lowered the tone of Gmnor'
mind, that, despite her noble birth, sh
preferred remaining at the Mill, a
mistress and manager, to becoming a
once Mrs. Charles Cardonell.
Poor Ganor she wept q little owe
her vanished dream of life, and thel
went to talk to old Andrew.
There was comfort in that, at al
events, for it was evident there wa
work for her to do. Half in Jest, ant
half in earnest, Ganor had learned tn,
greater part of the management of tn,
concern from poor Geoffrey, and Otter
looked through his books, glorying il
the discovery of some slight error in hi
calculations, or in his praise of her cor
rect adding-up of long trains of figures
Now she had really to use this knowl
edge! There was actual pleasure il
the occupation; and even Andrew de
clared that Miss Genor managed nearly
as well as the Door master himself.
After the first few days of her changed
life, Genor had no time for regrets OF
painful thoughts. The house to man
age, the children to teach, the mil
business to look after, and all expenses
to be rigidly kept down for the chill
dren's sake, was her great business
She wrote once to Charles Cardonell
asking his pardon for any disappoint
ment she might have caused him, and
freeing him from his engagement.
st is not fair to ask you to wait till
l shall be free," she said, "for I cannot
tell when that may be. These children
must be my first care, in common graft.
tude to Geoffrey Stone. Some day,
perhaps, You will see that 1 have moi
acted ignobly in choosing the Mill in.
stead or the Grange"
The Cardonells lived at the Grange,
and thither Charles was to have taken
her as his wife.
Ganor received no answer to this
letter but rumors reached her after a
while that Charles Cardonen was en-
gagged again.
For half day she felt angry with the
world, and then her work and her two
children consoied her.
But what would be the end That
her little now and then, till
she learned to live from day to day
doing the duties lying before her, and
looking no further.
One real sorrow came. Eta, Geoff-
rey's baby girl, died, rocked in Genor's
arms, and soothed by her caresses. This
shook poor Genor more than she knew.
She felt SO dreary, that little Geoffrey
seemed to echo her feelings, and moped
and mourned too, so that Genor
thought it best to send him to school
at the nearest town.
The mill was in full work, and the
books showed the business to be -four
ishing again so Ganor had time for
her sorrow, and began to look very pale
and worn. She would have liked word
or even few written lines, from Charles
Cardonell in those days, but none came.
Something else, however, once again
changed the current of her life, running
Just now slowly and sadly.
One gusty winters night, Marion Mill
took fire-how, no one knew-no lives
were lost but the mill was burnt to
the ground. 1t was insured to its full
value, people said, and Genor nodded
yes. to the same inquiry often repeated.
She was staying at the Rectory, where
the good people had taken her in, and
insisted that she should remain. But
she felt all astray for it had been set
tied by wiser heads than hers, she knew,
that Marion Mill should not be rebuilt,
but the money invested for the benefit
Of little Geoffrey, who would hear of
but going to sea, and who was
already in training for the royal navy.
Old Andrew had died a short time
since, and it seemed to Genor as if no
one needed her how.
And then, one day, she opened her
eyes after a heavy doze on the sofa, for
she was ill and feeble from the late
shock and anxiety, to see Charles Car
lonell gazing at her. The color rushed
TO her cheek for he was asking her
pardon, and calling himself hard names.
"Oh do not" said she, half fright
ened. "Yes. yes, forgive you if you
wish it-indeed l do"
"And may will you-is it the same
IS ever ?" he asked ''indeed I never
accepted your freedom, dear Ganor."
"But you are going to be married,
are you not p asked poor G@nor.
"Never unless to you, said Charles
And then the explanation of rumors
and realities quite reused Genor but
she was not allowed to speak again till
she had received full confession of
Charles Cardonell's shortcomings from
MS own faltering lips.
81 was an arrogant fool to talk and
think of you as 1 did. Yes, you are
noble, indeed but it is not birth makes
you so it is yourself. How could l
have wished you to act differently? The
only thing is, you are too good to be
my wife"
"Oh, Charles. no." said poor Ganor /;
'syou will care for me now, for every
Dne is going away. The mill-house is
burnt Eta is gone; and Geoffrey will
soon be at sea"
And her voice choked.
So, to Charles's great relief, the self
reliant little mill-manager broke down,
and became the poor weeping girl he
alone could cherish and comfort as his
loving wife.
As Mrs. Charles Cardonell, OF the
Grange, Ganor once again began life I;
and although visited by Lady This, and
the Honorable Mrs. That, and made
much of as ''poor Algernon's child" her
husband cared little for this he had
found out for himself that G@nor was
noble by nature, and in that he gloried.
Ganor's nobility had ennobled him,
too for one can hardly live with the
good and noble without gaining benefit
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