Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-08-12

blue eyes, that had q way of looking at
Julie dark ones in manner that made
her heart beat as never Harvey Morti-
more's had done. ..
Now, as Ray Graham came across the
carpet, indolently, gracefully, with all
his heart in his eyes, it was very patent
that he loved her dearly, as we'll as she,
poor girl (poor Mortimer y worshipped
him.
he met her with an arm extended to
throw around her waist and draw her
close to his side.
"Julie, you are glad to see me?" He
bent his lips to her forehead.
"Oh, Ray, would have denied my
self to Mr., Mortimer for any other rea-
son than seeing yon?"
s'He has been here Julie, darling,
when are you going to ship that fellow
for my sake %
"Tell me how I can do it, Ray? You
know our engagement is widely known,
and papa and mamma would never
consent to its being broken
But you, you would consent,
birdie? And if you want me to tell
you how, why, listen"
So, with his eager eyes watching her
own, his low. love tones coming SO
sweetly to her ears, he asked her to
surprise everybody and delight him and
herself by secret marriage-an elope-
ment, if she would consent.
He told it all so plausibly; he paint
ed pictures of their tour to Europe
the gaieties of France, of Paris; the
coming home, freely forgiven, and all
their lives thereafter SO brimful ofhap.
piness. And Julie demurred ever so
family.
''But Ray, if they should not forgive
me?"
He smiled very magnifcently at that.
"Well, If they should not, why,
think ] can keep us from starving,
can't L? But how can they help re-
ceiving you again, my darling? Who
could steel their heart against yous
So with his unanswerable batteries
he prevailed on the beautiful heiress to
fly with him. s7FsH $3.50 -t
And the first that Harvey Mortimer
knew of his sudden bereavement was
the announcement in the daily paper of
their marriage and departure for
Europe.
OF course it was an awful blow-one
that made him fairly stagger under the
crushing weight of shame and wounded
pride and murdered love-one that add
ed the first stray silver thread among
his jet black hairs. 7 .r~ eH
But Harvey Mortimer was not man
to die under any accumulation of
trouble. His was not the temperament
to sit down, idly fold his hands, waste
his life, and then say Fate had wrought
the desolation.
He just went right on, in his accus-
toned ways-perhaps haltingly at first,
certainly more determinedly every day,
as his soul emerged more and more
from the cloud Julie had cast over it,
until, after five years had added their
Re cord to his pure, noble life until
three times he had seen the winter
SHOWS, and summer grasses cover the
double grave of jules art-broken
parents-he could say, calmly, truth
fully, still seriously, that human love
was never more to him. 7-
+ He was oontent-fve years ministry
of sorrow, five years discipline had not
been for naught and despite his lone
Illness, he felt he was not cipher in
the busy world. His married, widowed
sister and her boy lived in his elegant
house-the very house where Julie
Dayton had lived so many years, from
which she had gone one afternoon five
years ago; to which she never return
ed; to which no letter had ever come
from which they had carried two coffins
within six months of each other.
+ It had been pitiful ending of the
family "a heart crushing breakup.
Mr.. Dayton had been demented; be
had entirely neglected his business for
months; then, with wild frenzy, he had
rushed into hazardous speculations
that took immense capital, and the end
was he and his wife had been buried at
Harvey Mortimer's expense.
| he bought the house and furniture
just as it stood, and brought Mrs.
Armitage and his nephew and name
sake, little Mortimer, to such a home
as they never had dreamed of before.
He was content, have said. His
gentle, sympathetic sister knew his
heart-story, and while she forebore to
mention it at any time, by her tender
delicacy and touching care for his well
fare she manifested her womanly desire
to be all and in all to him, her kind.
beloved elder brother.
So their lives flowed on, deep, quiet
current, unbroken by eddies-unti1o one
night-one dark, stormy night, when
the March winds tore through the leaf
less tree branches, and shrieked and
moaned and walled at every window
with a dismal dreariness that made
Harvey Mortimer think his little world
at home very pleasant indeed.
It was pleasant-very, with a cozy
cheerfulness that all the grand decora-
tons, all the costly surroundings could
not spoil.
Mrs. Armitage had lowered the drop
light, and wheeled Harvey's chair
nearer the swapping fire in the CRATE
she had aired his evening paper, and
brought little Mortimer's box of blocks
for him to build with on the Persian
drugget before the fire; while she her
self, while Harvey read or listened,