The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-09-04
By HORSLEY BROS. & FIGUERS


" Well, if they should not. why.
tnnk can keep us from starving, can
L? But how can they help receivin
you again, my darling? Who coul
steel their hearts against you ?'
80 with his unanswerable fiatterie
he prevailed on the beautiful heiress t
fly With him.
And the first that Harvey Mortime
knew of his sudden bereavement wa
the announcement in the daily pane
OF their marriage and departure fo
Europe.
y, course it was an awful blow-op
that made him fairly stagger under tn
crushing weight of shame and wounde,
pride and murdered love-and tha
added the first stray silver thread amons
his jet black hairs.
But Harvey Mortimer was not q mar
to die under any accumulation O
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
record to his pure, noble life-until
three times he had seen the winter
I SHOWS, and summer grasses cover the
| double grave of jules heart broken
parents-he could say, calmly, truth
fully, still seriously, that human love
was never more to him.
He was content-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.
1t had been a pitiful ending of the
family-a heart-crushing break up. MIR.
Dayton had been demented he 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 Har-
vey 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 in all to him, her kind,
beloved elder brother.
So their lives flowed on, deep, quiet
current, unbroken by eddies-until 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 dismal dreariness that made Har-
vey Mortimer think his little world at
home very pleasant indeed.
1t was pleasant-very, with a cozy
cheerfulness that ali the grand decora-
tions, all the costly surroundings could
not spoil.
Mrs. Armitage had lowered the drop
light, and wheeled Harvey's chair near
er the swapping fire in the CRATE; she
had aired his evening paper, and brought !
little MOrtimer's box of blocks for him !
70 build with on the Persian drugget |
before the fire; while she herself, while |
Harvey read or listened, played low,
soft airs on the grand piano.
In the midst of this peace, this home |
fulness, came the herald of what so sud |
denly broke up all of calm and quiet in |
that household for days-a quick, sharp, |
imperious ring at the door bell; a |
strange, hurried voice questioning the |
servant; then rapid, nervous feet on the
marble floor of the hall, and then a
presence among them that made Morty |
Jump and cly and fly to his mother, who
had sprung from the music-stool in as
constituent at the intruder-that made
Harvey Mortimer look up in silent,
stern surprise that changed to a white,
Mortified expression as he met Julie
DaytOn's weird, sad eyes.
She had glanced in anazement at the
strange faces of Mrs. Armitage and her
boy she had opened her lips to speak,
when she caught sight of Harvey's
face, and then she fairly crushed one
wan, thin hand over her eyes, and stag
gered away, pitiful moan on her quiv-
ering lips. ~
She had come back thu who had gone
in reckless thougbtlessnesA She came
in plainest, almost mean arb, who
had gone in almost regal attire; she
came in distress, who had gone glitter
ing with Jewels. And she had heard
she told Mrs. Armitage af-
-erward. She and her husband had
written, begged and implored forgive
ness, but when, after year, no answer
,ame, they had given up in despair.
After that Ray had seemed to care
ess and less for her. Her diamonds
we're gone, her health began to fade with
mind worrimeDt, her husband took to
lrinking-aDd then she repented, oh F.!
70 bitterly, in sackcloth and ashes OF
Latterly, Ray had gambled, and then,
me night, in drunken brawl, had been
iealt blow he never recovered from
md then, when he was dead and bur
ed, she had come by steerage-passage,
~ second-class conveyance, home
And there was no home no mother
han the gall and wormwood of all her
,iteous past, was the knowledge that
he had so unwittingly rushed into his
He was so good, so kind, so like him
eli, ana YET so unAlke uIn1oolA eO
Iuietly anxious for her welfare; so un- !
thoughtful for what he |
new she would prefer; and yet, so ]
many million unpassable CULTS forever /
'etween them !
She realized it with an agony un-
peakable; and in all the years she !
ived with his gentle sister, teaching
Iorty until he grew great boy, In the |
fter days, when she bloomed into {
emblance of herself again, and she 8
new Harvey Mortimer had thoroughly t
0rgiven her, she knew, with just an |
uish of heart, with deserved bitter i
ess of soul, that she would be never 6
lore to him or any other lover on Gods r
arth T
And, all for love she knew was I
'rong, Julie Graham sat her down, for
Il after-days, in sackcloth and ashes. S