Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-12-13

tQRaintances with earnest, thoughtful
I men-through the books they had writ.
| ten-and in this way he had educated
himself TO a much higher level than
| most of the Young hen Helen Hunt mel
IN her own ch-cls of s0eitty at home
1 But, because he Lacked their kef-eSleenl
and conceit, Robert always thought of
| himself rs hacking something in mind
and manners, which those she came in
contact with in her own sphere of life
ought toshaveTand did have, for allShG
knew to- ShssdA 90 EI rhapS lle0SSFs
right in thinking tlat they ought TO have
M But she 9lfd have told him that
my did dta Vys
One day Jerome Alstyne came out
| from the city. Robert had heard that
he was lover of Helen's, and he was
sure Of it when he saw the mans face al
their meeting. But Helen's showed nc
such sudden gladness as ought to express
| itself in the face of a woman when she
meets the man she loves, and Robert
60 Ssled that she idid mot e97e for
Asty Be as he did for Der, ana the
hought brought sepse q eliIltatOn to
him.
Alstyne did not stay long. When he
went away he carried face which had a
look OF defeat N it'll h2d strRsn to
win the woman he loved, and failed.
From the bottom of his heart Robert
pitied him. He had not liked the man
very well before, but when he drove
down to the station with him, and saw
how deeply he felt the loss of what he
had hoped to win, feeling OF kindness
came over him. Must they not both
hn -
loving one neither might possess?
"Braith, you are sorry for me-you
pity me-" he said. "I thank you for it.
You understand what there is tovpity ne
for. You can well afford to pity me,
since you have won what have lost. l
wish you all tie happiness 1 had hoped
for myself"
fri don't understand you" Robert
said, with strange thrill at his heart
Il have won nothing you would have
priced" e ai Ts-.ff} ':-G"o ~
aDo you. call Helen HINTS love
nothingP' Alstyne cried. 81 would give
the world for it, if had it to give"
"You are mistaken" Robert answered.
But Hlstyne Interrupted him.
II am not blind" he said. "She loves
you, and you viii find itse when the day,
comes for you to tell her what you must,
'osis osss 1s EealLin 4 IFhess was world of
rapture in the thought. But-and the
haunting spectre eqwhich comes to sit by
your hearth and mine came into hfs
heart then-their ways in lie were so
wide apart that they could not be
bridged over. He could never, ,ask this
woman to stoop to his nFlyl life. And
he could not lift himself to hers. And
yet She leYed. himA He could not for
one moment forget that. And to know
it was sgSwFet, Yp unutterably sad!
1.-The days. after that, went by more
like. a dream than ever He tried to
keep away from her, but his hear
would not let him. He tried to school
himself to the thought that, since he
might not have her for his own, he
ought not to think of her as a man
thinks of the woman he hopes to win.
But he could not do that. He could only
love her, and tell himself that his love
was. but q vain one.
Bot u eould not always go on in that
way Cite took the matter in her own
hands at last. ..,
INOBCtb hdo at nOIA AlA L1tC lilCd0OM
one afternoon. The loaded wagon was
driven away to the barn, and he sat
down tO restuntif itsTetprn f4y he sat
'theres Heller CAME down the lane. She
saw mn, and came across the meadow
and sat beside him, under the old apple
tree. -
What they talked about they never
could tell.g He remembered, in vague
way, that they saw darkening sky, but
that was ell, until the sudden fury of the
summer Rh0WeF1 ke7upon them. A
flash of binding hiight iees, a cry from
her, q crash, IS Il beaYen and earth were
being rent IN twair-and he was by her
side, with her head upon his knee, and
-heEag crying ont to her in a wild, inco-
herent way, telling her that he loved
her.
f0h, my darlingg' he cried out, in the
Wild outburst of long -pent-up passion,
."I love sou! I love youi and YOU are
ofs3 s3te .yoA sure aDdat Ast, aoblsl"
she said, struggling up into sitting pos
ture, with the color coming back into
her cheeks, q = was stunned a trife for
a moment, nothing more. a. 40
81 thought YOU hlust be dead, you ware
SO pale" he said, I'Iff had known D ~
'''Nell, what?"1 she said. shyb. when
he Oa0sed lsl-- .lA1t j ciflbtshA
Il would not have said what did, he
answered slowly. ) fFoEgive me, Helen,
At such times we say things we would
not say in sober iRlom6nts." "DUt1 j.
Robert she cried, Suddenly, "yoz
said you loved me. If il is true, Why
should you not tell me so2 What keeps
us apart 2" H3GI ODE l}IH Il
His face was pale with pain at his
hear heart, The fFfi 5ifpFfeii had come when he
"Irl tell you what Eesps RsapArt n he
answered. You belong to sphere os
ifeS much above mine that cloYe can
not bridge over the distance between
Robert" she cried 9hga Whole face (
aglew. "is that the reasDnRby you have
kept silentf BecatselI have lived In a
world you know but little about, you i'm. .
aSine i R6lid be Ttohg; for yfnlto ask |
me to follow my heart Poor, foolish
Robert / Love is moFs to me than all
the world beside, and your lie ls the
happiest one i ever khew.s e shou-d
make no sacrifices in taking it Ia place
of the old one. L" but she stopped
in sudden, sweet confusion.
My darlingP he cried, and caught
her to his breast. "ATe You sure you
cafe enough 'for tlesto gige up IL yop
@euld hAye to Willingly Think ofrthe
Il have thought" she answered. q
give it up gladly. l tired of it long ago.
l want your ,1LI Iat-ii > =,
There was a sudden breaking Of the
clouds, and the sun came forth. in new
radiance. The. world was transfggFed
with rare and wonderful glory, Robert
thought, as he. hent and kissed the face
upiifted to his, full Of love and trust and
peace. And she laid her head upon his
shoulder and whispered softly, -a
Robert. my kingP r.
Hereditary TrdnsmissiOnS.
In 1885 Captain D'Urban, of her
ship Griffin, having captured
of the coast of Martmique, Il Portf
gHese Blayer ,ealledF the Bon Frandseo,
lqnded in that colony the living freight
81 437 human beings. who about two !