The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-03-26

the lawyer said the bank president
who alone knew what were Mr.
/ Atherton's deposits. IA very good
thing fer GraeeD' said the female
word OF Urania, which worshipped
Mr.. Paul Hammond.
Mr.. Paul Hammond, after talking
with Miss Emily, turned his footsteps
/ toward the house of a poorer client,
Mrs. Trimble, who with an invalid
I daughter, lived at the end OF Miss
[ Emily's street. Mrs. Trim BILE was the
/ widow of an inventcr, who, having had
I the misfortune to possess genius, had OF
course never MADE any money, but
had left his family only a burden OF
anxiety, some disputed patent rights
and long lawsuit. Poor Ellen Trim
bic was q hopeless invalid. She could
not get well, and, what was worse,
she could not die; SO there she lay,
year in and year out, on a bed of un-
easiness and pain. But the most
cheerful room in Urania was Ellen's
room. It, was the rallying point OF
the "best society" Every one sent
thither the freshest flowers, the rarest
fruit, the last new book. The gra-
cious angel who anne down to trouble
the waters seemed to hold court
there. II he did not bring health,
he brought serenity and patience;
and where patience is, there al
ways is an angel. Paul Ham,
mond had been the fathers friend,
and was q good friend to the poor wo-
man. He had wrought away at the
patent rights and the old lawsuit,
without ever seeing the color of fee;
and to his honor be it spoken, no bus
mess of his was better attended to
than that of Mrs. Trimble's.
AS he approached the humble
dwelling be could but contrast the
fates of these two families, whose in
terests came momentarily together in
his mind. Here were two poor wo-
men fighting the giants Poverty,
Pain, Trouble; there were houseful
Of prosperous people making, il pos
sible, fictitious giant to fight. Az
ter all, the aggregate was about the
same. As he entered Ellen's room
always the reception-rOom) he saw
Lily Lee bending over the sick-bed.
She had been raising the invalid who
had thrown her two arms up about
her friends neck; the gaZer seemed
W 6CC O6nONo . Va SuPA4 <AAAn
Psyche. For the first time the exqui.
site grace Of Lily's figure struck Mr..
Hammond. He knew her of course
from childhood; he knew she was
very beautiful girl; but something
came home to him about her as she
stopped to arrange the poor invalid,
which had never struck him before.
She came forward flushed and smil-
ing to greet him. "She is too good
for Horatio Mainwaring,n thought
Paul to himself.
"I have some good news for you,
Mrs. Trimble. We have beaten
Dodge 7" said the lawyer.
"Thank Heaven % said poor Mrs.
Trimble pathetically, as she wiped
q few tears away which trickled down
her face and on her black gown.
Mrs. Trimble was not q cheerful OBJ
ject, but her daughter was. Poor Ell
lem disease had not disfigured her.
A sweet face, with a coronal of soft,
dark hair, eyes strangely clear and
placid, greeted the visitor from that
pillow. She was particularly happy
and smiling now, for Lily was near
her.
Mr.. Hammond had brought a nov-
el in his pocket for Ellen.
"Here, Ellen is q book not at all
good. want to tone You down you
are little too good for US common
place people, so L would like you to
read Count KOstia,' q very clever,
rather bad-not very bad-French
novel. Will you read it? 1 know
my dear Lily here, who is little of
goody, doses you with very many ex-
cellent good books, and think see
q process of deterioration going on in
your intellect"
Ellen's laugh rang out as clear as if
she were dancing on the green.
'I will read it with enthusiasm, Mr..
but what shall do with
my decentralization when 1 have fin
ished? You and Lily will be the suf-
ferers, but I assure you Lily and 1
have done q noble course of novel.
reading tnis winter"
The girls always liked a chat with
Mr.. Hammond; no clearer mind, no
purer intellect came near them. He
could afford to recommend an ocea-
sional French novel, for they well
knew that he was as far from enjoy
ulous romance as either of them. 1t
was only to drive away the inevitable
gloom of that oversnadowed house
that he put on his air of anti-good-
ness.
He asked Lily to walk home with
him, as he saw by the increased pale
ness of Ellen's cheek that she had
talked enough; and as they wandered
slowly up the street he unfolded the
idea of the European trip.
Lily was delighted. She had felt
queer unrest lately-a desire to escape
from herself. Urania had grown bar
world seemed a difficult one
to breathe in. She knew not why she
had grown, as she said, so hard to please.
Perhaps" said she remorsefully, 81
have too much. Ellen never seems
to be impatient, or tired of life, as l
am.n
"You have too much" said Paul,
looking st her with earnest eyes.
The girl turned quickly, and put
both her hands in his. "Good.bye,
old friend,D said she, and gayIy dane
ed into her house.
Paul walked home slowly Some
sA1hS Al b1C Aau4lAidAASJ vi tnC act
hurt him. ''Am 1, then, such an old
fellow ?n said he to himself. As he
went into his own house he looked in
the glass. 1t revealed q small man,
rather bald; rather pale, rather over
worked. The face, unrelieved by q |
smile, WAS plain, as it looked out up /
On its owner; it was not a cheerful |
face, as it had looked on Lily q mo-
ment ago; then it was a most interest
ing face, lighted up by one ofthe rarest |
and sweetest of smiles, but that Paul |
did not see.
OF course there was much talking of |
routes, much buying of trunks, much |
studying of languages. Horatio and |
Lily were very little together during |
this busy time, although the engage
ment held. Horatio was very help
ful about the trunks, and rather good |
In suggesting routes. His roads all |
began and ended in Paris. If sim
plicity and directness were excellent |
things in s tourist, HoratiO was a |
model traveller. He and Miss Emily |
meant to lay in q stock of pretty |
things i'm Paris, and Misc Melissa had |
} patriotic shudder as she thought |
AOU S1O HACnCA 5nOpACCpclS HOutu Il
'mile as they said "pour les Ameri-
,ains.n.
Meantime Lily spent much time
With poor Ellen. There often she
net Mr.. Hammond. Both were ma
ling up as much as they could for the
oss the poor girl would sustain in
heir absence; both were good to Ell
enI
One day, while they were reading
md discussing new books with the in
Ealids, Miss Atherton dropped in with
he most superb flowers from her
She looked like some /
Venetian lady stepped down from her
rame, as she came in loftily, with her
basket, crowned with color.
Ellen grasped her hand, and drew
he proud face down to her own, to
Kiss it.
"You are always so kind, so munif-
cent ~ said the invalid.
All talked of lhe flowers, all were
oud in their praises. Miss Atherton
aid but little. "We shall meet, /
near, on ship-board," she said to Lily
IS they parted.
Mr.. Hammond accompanied her to
he carriage, and Lily saw through
he window that, as he left her, her
;heek was glowing like the richest of