Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-07-18

money. II marry him; but If refuse we
can't have the money; and papa needs it,
and | sm perfectly miserable about it,"
stammered this out through tears that
l vainly tried to keep back.
"Suppose you had the money in your
hands" he said, "that has been left 10
your father. what would you do-throw "
tie fellow over?"
"Indeed-indeed would" said hastl-
ly. would refuse his offer poin, blank,
and not touch the money that has been Of
fered a. a price for me-
And you wouldn't give him chance to
win your love even? must say that Is
hardly fair"
felt my face grow hot. / could not an.
swer. l was half angry with him for tax
Ing Mr.. Kings part. He saw it, probably.
for he resumed at once.
"Not that | regret it, he said. "On the
contrary, 1t gives me hope. Take my love,
my whole heart. Into your keeping Mabel,
and my life be part Of yours
think he saw the happy look on my
face. once more the look he had asked for
In vain-for he caught me in his arms and
kissed me again and agaiu. After while
he said:
! And so you are willing TO give up a
fortune for the sake Of apoor, struggling
artist"
''lf had but crust OF bread. | whis-
pered. as I hid nv face on his shoulder,
| Il would rather share It with you than roll
in wealth with Mr.. King"
when went home. tremulous with my
secret. and In suspense till Mr.. Wentworth
should see my father. which he had prom
ised To do the next day. found that a
note had come from Mr.. King. saying that
he would be with US on the following
morning. My face grew scarlet as |
thought OF the denoHement to be made and
wondered how 1t would be received The
next day about nine O'Clock, a carriage
drove up to the door. | rushed up stairs
To my room to prepare myself for the in
terview. What should do? Frank had
not come, and he had promised TO see ia
ther early. | heard voices down In the
parlor, fathers and mothers and a mur-
mnring undertone which OF cource was
Mr.. Kings.
In a few moments my father called at
the foot Of the stairs.
Come down, Mabel; you are wanted
he said.
| went down trembling. At the door
paused, and summonlng all the dignity
could entered the room. Father, mother
and frank Wentworth were there, but no
one else.
"where-where Is Mr.. king:" stam-
mered In astonlshment, stopping at the
door.
II am he my darlngf am Frank
Wentworth King" cried dear, dear voice,
and the speaker adv anced. and taking nv
hand led me 10 the sofa, and set down be-
side me.
was so nervous and overcome. that |
burst into tears.
Mabel. dear, please don't! Are you
sorry that the hated King has won? My
darling promise never TO deceive YOU
again. But can you blame me for wanting
your pure, treshly-bestowed love before
you should know who | was. | could not
take my bride on compulsion. | cannot
tell how glad felt and how relieved, when
found that money had no weight with
you and that IL was only the loss to your
father that caused your grief. You do not
blame me, Mabel:' he asked tenderly.
Indeed, how could blame him: | was
too hippy. The weeks OF sorrow and anx-
iety were over; the dark cloud was lifted
and dispelled; was folded in radiant
II.S.hl'h ~nuid enromnass me forrvcr
the way things had turned out. was to
accept after all, Aunt Hepsibah's condit-
ion; but there was no longer any sting in
her revenge.