The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1876-08-18

AIMS and strawberries and delicious
copSes. Oh, shall we not be happy
therei'
She started up with bright sudden
blush for even while the words were
trembling on her lips, Philip Acre
came into the room, his handsome face
looking Titled troubled, yet cheer
full withal. Mrs. Willis with an arch
nod at her niece, disappeared into
the perfumed perspective of the con-
servatory leaving the lovers to them
selves.
.sYou are looking grave, Philip, said
Edith, as he bent over and kissed her
cheek.
"And / am feeling SO, darling. I
have very unpleasant disclosure to
make tO-night-Our marriage must be
postponed indefinitely"
"Philip, for what reason 2
To enable me by diligent labor at my
profession, to realize sufficient means
to support you, dearest, in way salts
factory to your fathers expectations
and my own wishes
But, Philip, thought
"You thought me the heir of Thorn
as MCrtimer's wealth SO | was,
!
relinquished all claim to it now. When
| accepted the bequest | was under
the impression that no living heir ex-
listed. | learnt to-day that Il distant
cousin--a wCmen-iS alive, although
my lawyer tells me, in ignorance of
her relationship to Thomas Mortimer.
OF course | shall transfer the property
to herat once
But, Philip, the will has made it
legally yours.
illegally it has but, Edith, could |
reconcile it to my ideas of truth and
honor, to avail myself of old Morti-
mer's fanciful freak at this woman S
i expensel | might take the boarded
wealth, but | would never respect my
self again could dream Of legally de-
frauding the rightful heir. Nay, dear
/ est, | may lose name and wealth, but
! would rather die than suffer a single
stain on my honor as a Christian gen.
tleman -
You have done right, Philip" said
Edith, with sparkling eyes. "we will
wait and hope on, happy in loving one
aonther morederaly than ever. But
who is She What is her name -
/
quire. | will write again to my law
yer to ask these questions, and to di-
rect that deed of conveyance be IN
stantly made out ; and then, darling =
His lips quivered mOment-yet he
manfully completed the bitter SEN
tence, Then [ will begin the battle
of life over again
And Edith's loving eyes told him
what she thought of his noble self-ab-
negation-a sweet testimonial.
Hem !" said Dr.. Wyllis polishing
his glasses maglsterially, with a silk
crimson handkerchief | didn't sup
pose the young fellow had so much
stamina about nina very honorable
thing to do. Edith l have not exactly
feltsureabout Phi. Acres being worthy
| thy of you before
Papa -
"But my mind is made up now
| When is he coming again ;"
This evening" faltered Edith, the
violet eyes softly dropping.
Tell him that he may have younext
Wednesday, just the same as ever
And as for the law practicing-why
there S time enough for that after
wards. Child don't strangle me with
| your kisseS-keep them for Phil
He looked after his daughter with
/ eyes that were strangely dim.
"Tried-and not found wanting" he
mutteTed indistinctly.
The perfume of orange blossoms had
died away-the glimmer of pearls and
satins were hidden in velvet caskets
and travelling trunks, and Mr.. and
Mrs. Acre, old married people of a
months duration, were driving along
a country road, in the amber glow of
a glorious June sunset.
"Hallo which way is Thomas 60
ing :" said Philip, leaning from the
window, as the carriage turned out Of
the main road.
| Il told him the direction to take,
Phil y said Edith, with bright, spark
ling eyes. ''Let me have my own
way, just for once. We are going to
our new home.
Are We! said Phil, with a comical
grimace. 1T is to be love in a cot
tage, suppose -
"Wait until you see, sir - said Mrs
Acre, pursuing her little rosebud of a
mouth. And Philip waited duteously.
"Where are we = he asked, in aston
front Of stately pillared portico,
ishment, when the carriage drew up in
which seemed to be not unfamiliar to
him. Surely this is Mortimer Place -
Il shouldn't be surprised if it was, !"
said DR.. Wyllis emerging from the
doorway. "Walk in, my boy-come
Edith Well, how do you like your
new home -
"Our new homeI" repeated Philip.
Il do not understand you, sir"
''Why, mean that your little wife
yonder is the sole surviving relative
of Thomas Mortimer. although she
never knew it till this morning. Her
mother was old Mortimer's cousin.
but some absurd quarrel had caused a
total cessation of intercourse between
the two branches of the family. |
was aware of the facts ali along, but |
wasn't sorry to avail myself of the op-
portunity of seeing what kind of stuff
/ Won were made of Phil Acre And