The daily gazette., 1876-09-28
GTON. DEL. THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 2S 1876, PRICE

"Stop, beg of you," exclaimed
Erie, with look of horror. "If such
a train of disasters should occur, l
would committee, suicide, or do some
thing"
eyes, do something, that sounds
better. and you'd find it would pay
you better than suicide" said Lu.
There was silence of a few mo-
msnt's duration. Eric fixed his eyes
on on the strange girl before him.
Disgust aud pity were mingled togeth-
er in the expression of her face now.
That look aroused strange feeling
within Eric Gifford's bosom. He
rose hastily from the grass.
ut is growing late," he said "shall
We walk to the house together 2"
II have no objection" she answer
ed.
Without q word he took her hand !;
drew it within his arm, and they walked
no me in silence.
Were Lu Lanclng's words prophetic?-
The very next morning Eric received a
telegram TO come home at once. His
father was a ruined man. ga breath had
burst his bubble-shares,' and Eric Clifford
was on the verge of beggary.
"Poor tellOw!" came once more from
LUIS lips when she heard the news; shut
it may be the making of him.
When taking leave of Lu, Eric held
her hand for long time in his. He
looked down at her sorrowful face. How
he loved her But with the uncertain life
that lay before him, he dare not tell her
/ SO.
"Your words of yesterday came back
to me to-day, but have no fear for you,'
she said, with smile; ''it is hardly likely
that you will commit suicide.'
"Hardly likely, Miss Lu," he answered
bitterly.
Pity was the expression on LUIS face, las
she watched him depart, and pity is akin
to love.
Did Lu love Eric? Who can tello Hearts
are rot to be measured by the common
meter, but nous uerrons.
"Who painted this much talked of pic.
ture, WHIP" asked Lu Lancing, as she
walked with her brother through the
Temple of Art, waiting very impa
itiently for the crowd of connoisseurs tC
take their departure from before thu
painting which had created such fur
ore.
"There, the way is clear for you now,
said Will, leading her over to the pictures
without answering her question.
Lu caught her breath as her eyes tel
upon the picture. She started back scarce
ly believing her senses. Will smiled, a:
he watched the color coming and going il
his sisters face.
'Pointing the Way" was the name O
the picture, and well Lu knew, withou
asking Will for information, the hand tina
painted that handsome man lying upol
the grass, the very person;fcation of lazi
ness, and the girl looking down at him
with an intensified expression of counte
nance, and her soul shining from tn
depths Of her clear gray eyes.
Lu looked up at her brother at last,
rosy light beaming on her face.
"Wbat do you think that girl is saying
, WHIP"
"How can he tell-he wasn't there?'
said voice behind her. ''She might b.
saying,
|, THE bank may break. the factory burn,
A breath may burst your hubble-shares'
"Oh, Mr.. Clifford" exclaimed Lr, for i
was Eric.
lie held the girls hand, who had poin
ted his way, between both his palms, an,
looked down into her smiling eyes.
Wnen an opportunity offered, he nigh
tell her what he had longed to tell he
that day he parted from her so Ion!
ago.
And ILL., did she love hime OF cours
she did, for now she is Mrs. Clifford.