Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-08-31
NUMBER 80.


ing together. Farmer Moore never no
ticsd how grave the wearisoms face wss
growing, for with the pride OF woman
hood Jeanie kept her grief to herself
She had made up her mind bitterly, that
while she had been loving with all the
tervor of q warm impusive heart, he,
whom she had thought so nsble, had been
only trihing with her-testing his powers
OF pleasure.
She avoided meeting him as much ~
possible, and so the time. passed, until one
morning MS she rose frem the breakfast
table, DR.. Lowell said:
Can you speak with me a little while,
Jeanie? 1t is almost impossible for mo
to SEQ you clone lately"
Never had his voice pronounced her
nome more tenderly. Was he about TO
make her conlldante of his now found
love: Jeanie raised her eyes quisty to
his face, then answering, Certainly"
led the way to the library.
She seated herself, and no, standing
before her, after slight pause, began:
"Jeanie the time has come for this
mystery to DO explained, and can tell
you who am"
Tho girls large dark eyes opened
widely.
"Who are you Pn
Eyes" he said, lsughngly, ~ 'hnowi
am DR., Howard Lowell, practicinx
physician, OF Grovelahd but that is not
all, Listen, and will tel you the who'll
story.
my father died when was ten years
old, leaving my mother widow with
three children. Between the eldest of
tho two girls and myself thore was tho
most passionate attachmsnt-indeed, NO
were all an unusually united family but
in three years my mother married again.
Then my misery commenced. | cannot
describe tho prosecutions my stepMther
inflicted upon me, whom alone of all tho
children he seemed to hate. Perhaps it
was because Of my then hesdstrong, inn
pulsive nature. | was Il passionate boy,
and at last, driven desperate, ran away
from home and from my dearly loved
mother and sisters.
"Thcn for years T was driven whec
fate wilcd, working here and ,here at
anything, no matter how menial, until at
last fortune, in the shape Of kind old
physician interposed.
"Dr. Lowell saw and became interest
ed in me, and when he died left me, his
adopted son, his wealth, on condi tion
took his name, and never returned TO the
influence Of my stsphther. Aud now
Jeanie, comes the most wonderful part Of
my story.
~ have found my mother and sisters
ut last, free from tho ono who pnde my
boyhood 30 wretohed. Shortly after
left home my stepcather had taken his
family abroad, and from then until now
VIC hayo nov er met.
"lIow have longod TO speak and de-
clare mysolfl But, Jeane, feared that
tho prodigal who selashly left all he hello
dear could never be forgiven until last
night my sister Ella spoke 30 tsnderly
and regrot(uly Of the broth or she hpd
lost, could keep silence no longer.
| shall keep my dear adopted fathers
name, but Mrs, Almer, whom you al
ready liko so much, is my mother, and
Ella and Ruth arc my sisters"
Then, with an abrupt change In his
voice, DR.. Lowell stopped, md raising
tho soft, li.tlo hand which lay listleisly
in the girls lap, claspsd it firmly in his
own AS he said
"Can my darling wonder that my man
ner has been strange and unlike myselfT"
The expression in his loving eyes msdo
JeNnis flush and trembs, and as she was
gathered to his manly heart she knew that
she had come 10 tho end Of her great
sorrow.
1t was a happy evening that followed.
when, in The "HaIl" parlor, the newly
found brothe and son brought the dim
Piled, blu.hing girl TO his mother and sis-
ters rs another claimant for their love-
And right cordially they welcomed her.
Old Farmer Moore was satisfied, too.
for Jaanie and her husband will live with
him, and tha old farm will still! echo the
music Of the blythe voice 10 dear to bis
heart.