Connecticut western news., 1878-10-23
Ethel TrevOir's Pride.
BY FRED MYRoN COLBY.

Carl Earlscourt, do you taunt me Have I no self-respect, think you, no pride, simply because am poor and owe you for home during all these years of orphanage? Mock me no more with pro- testations of love you cannot feel"
 How proud she was this girl, Ethel Trevoir; eyes, nose and lips all showed that; handsome, too, with warm, naughty Italian blood glowing in her cheeks, red lips, curling scornfully, and the dark eyes of her race looking out from under a broad brow framed with glossy, jet-black braids. She was pac- ing the richly carpeted floor, and her 1.-the, queenly form never showed to greater advantage than 1t did now, as she walked to and fro. What grace and elasticity there were in her limbs With all her beauty of feature and elegance of form, she had, perhaps, right to be proud.
 The man stood with folded arms con- fronting her. Most women would not have waited to be asked twice to marry Dr. Carl Earlscourt. Highly cultured and rich, and standing at the head of his profession, he was considered by manHyering mammas the best catch by all odds in the market. His physical attractions were great. Tall and stately, with a face as regularly beautiful as a Greek statue, and brown, healthy glow on his cheeks, he shamed all the pale, narrow-chested Adonises in the city. Very grave the noble face looked now, and the blue eyes rested with an expression of mingled sternness and sad- ness on the girl who had so wronged 5 him.
 $ And this is my reward for all these years of care and anxiety p he exclaimed. l have spared no expense in your edu- cation. treating you as father might a child, and you repay me by deliberately tranpling upon my hearts purest feel ing. Such generosity we'll becomes your sex, but had hoped something better from you, Ethel Trevoir.' D
 His calm, contemptuous tone, the inn perious stateliness of his manner, irri- tated her beyond bounds. She stamped her pretty foot with anger, crying as she did so
 Taunt me no more. Will you make me hate you? l know I owe you debt can never hquidate. You took me from the gutter, t naked, half-starved child. You reared and educated me as though l had been your own daughter. Why did you do all this if you expected should requite the debt to the utmost farthing ?"
 A whitening smile of scorn and bitter ness distorted his Apollo like features.
 You reason like woman," he said, coldly. 1T compliment your logic. ] must confess myself that cannot imag. inc why should have meted out such kindness to you. Of course knew what the returns would be-
 Doctor Earlscourt, you make me re pent the day ever entered your house, cried Ethel, fercely. :" would rathel have died In the street than to hay, lived to be taunted thus with ingratitude will never eat another meal under you roof, no, never. leave you from thit hour. As earn the money I will pay you for the expenses you have incurred on my account"
 What can you do, child? You canno earn your bread. There are thousand girls just like you that cannot find worl enough to do to pay for their lodging.
 had forgotten to tell you, sir, tha I have already secured situation as teacher in the Academy. Inever intend ed to remain here any longer after coul, earn my own living"
 Ethel Trevoir, your pride will rui you. Why will you not listen to me? love you; stay here and be mistress c Earlscourt Hail.
 His voice had lost its sternness, but tn face was grave and passionless, only tn eyes were full of shadowy splendor.
 . No, no; you do not love me. It only pity you feel for the orphan girl. should scorn myself were I to accept home by such Q sacrifice. I will hea no more. Tomorrow I leave here fol ever will no longer be burden t you. ?
 2. Mark me. Ethel, you will regret tn step Have you not been happy here
 His voice was low and musical, and Y