Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1875-06-25

religiously kept?" asked Mr.. Frank
Evans, cody walking into the midst of
the discussion, with his dark hair
} tossed about by the wind and his hazel
brown eyes sparkling archly.
"Secret !" repeated Mrs. Evans. en-
ergetically wiping her dir, spectacle
glasses. "Why, Marian is determined
to leave us tomorrow =
''Marian !"
81 must, Frank; 1 have no right
further TO tresrs.ss on your kindness"
"No right, en-? Marian, do you
know that the old house has been a
different house since you came to it
Do you suppose we want to lose our
little sunbeam.
Marian smiled sadly, but her hand
felt very cold and passive in Franks
warm grasp.
You'll stay, Marian %
| "No."
She shook her head determinedly.
''Then you must be made to stay"
said Frank. I've missed something
of great value lately, and hereby ar
rest you on suspicion OF the theft y
missed something's"
Marian rose, turned red and white.
ooh, Frank, you can never suspect
me p
"But L do suspect you, In fact, I
| am quite sure the article is in your
| possession.
1.-THE article !"
'My heart, Miss Marian. Now look
here-l know 1 am very young and
| very poor, but [ love you Marian Har-
Ian, and [ will be a good and true hus-
band to you. Stay and be my little
wife -
So Marian Harlan, instead of going
out to be governess, according to the
programme, married the dark haired
young clerk in Ellison's express Office,
New York.
They were quietly married, early in
the morning, and Frank took Marian
home to his mother, and then went
calmly about his business in the wire
cage, under the circlet of gaslights.
''Evans p
eyes, SIR
Frank, with his pen behind his car
as of yOre, quietly obeyed the behests
of the gray headed official.
''Do you remember the young wo-
man who was expressed on from Mil
ington, Iowa, two months since ?''
Eyes sir; remember"
A tall, silver-haired gentleman here
lnterposed with eager quickness.
''Where is she? [ am her uncle
Walter Harrington. [ have just re-
turned from Paris, where the news of
her arrival reached me. I want her,
she is the only living relative left me-"
''Ah but, SIR" said Frank, "you
can't have her."
Cant have her What do you
mean Has anything happened?
eyes, sir, something has happened;
Miss Harlan was married to me this
morning."
Walter Harrington started.
Take me to her, he said, hoarsely;
ing relative fer mere whim."
[ wonder if he calls the marriage ser
vice and wedding ring mere whims,
thought honest Frank, but he obeyed
in silence.
Marian" said the old man, in fall
tering accents, ''you VIII come to me
and be the daughter of my old age
am rich, Marian, and you are all Ihave
in the world"
But Marian stole her hand through
her husbands s arm
dearest uncle, he was kind to me
when l was most desolate and alone. /
cannot leave my husband, Uncle Wall
ter; [ love him !''
linen you must DoJn OF you come
and be my children y said the old man,
doggedly; land you must come now,
for the great house is as lonely as
tomb"
Frank Evans is an express clerk no
longer, and pretty Marian moves in
velvet and diamonds; but they are quite
as happy as they were IN the old days,
and that is saying enough.
Uncle Walter HARRINGTON crows
older and feebler every day, and his
two children are the sunshine of his
declining life.