The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-04-18
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lsay Was sitting 10 an easy chair, before
a blsElBg bfe. ous dreArY November at.
terseop. Her bat and cloak laid upon
The ikble beside her, and from The eager
impatient gianoes sbe turned toward The
door At every sound Of foo,alsp on the
staircase oeisile, Il was evident that sbe
expected visitor.
AT lGst the door opened, aud tall,
arisioraiic looking Young msn entered
lbe room.
Harry, what a long time you hase
been! abe exclaimed, sPringing up from
Der seal. Whist news have you brought I
What does your father say abont our
our insrhage? hssitAiing With the shy
pess of bride 81 the last word.
Read Tor yourself, Helen, replied her
husband, handing ber an open letter, and
standing opposite her, leaning against
the marble mantle piece, watching Intent
~ the expression OF her fair young face
81 she read
In marrying as you have done, you
have acted in direct, deliberate opposi.
tion 10 my wishes From this day you
are no loHger ms SON, and | wash my
hands OF you ioreyerl
Harry, why did you not tell me OF this
beforei exclaimed Helen as she read the
hard, cruel words, looking up through
her tears into ber husbands face.
My darling, what was there TO iell2
How could know that my father would
act in this hard hearted manner? l knew
that he wished me TO marry the daughter
of nobleman living near Marston Hall,
and 80 unite the two estates; bot | had
no idea that he would cast me of for dis.
obey ing his wishes. And even II | bad
known il, be said, foDdly elasping bis
young bride to bis heart, and kissing
away the tears from her eyes, should
not have acted differently, My Helen 10
worth fifly estates, aud as long as she
loves me shall never regret the loss OF
Msrston Hall and its fair acres. But, my
love, be continued more seriously, there
ia an end Of your promised shopping ex.
pediuon TO Bond street. You will have
to do without diamonds, now that your
husband is a penniless outcast, instead of
the heir TO fifteen thousand year.
Hush, Harryl Please don't talk like
that, she said, hurt at this bitter tone.
You know 1t was not of diamonds and
dress was thinking. But what are you
going to do, Harry! she continued, lay
ing her hand upon his arm, and looking
mp sadly into his pale, set face. You can
not work for living.
Aud why not work for q livingi he
exclaimed in determined voice. Be
cause happen to be the son Of a baronet
brought up and educated without any
ideas or knowledge Of bueinessS But !
UM work for my living, and show my
little wife that am not quite unworthy
of the trust and confidence she reposed In
me when she placed this little hand in
mine, he added, STOPPING to kiss the
small white hand that rested conhdingly
upon his arm.
II was while pursuing bis favoritc study
of oil paintings among the famous CALLER
les of Rome, that Harry Marston woed
and won Helen Tracy, goVerness In an
English family residing in Italy, and the
orphan daughter Of an officer in the
army Before be had known her
month, Harry, who had been In love--or
fancied himself in love-with at least half
q dozen different young ladies In as many
months, felt that be had at last met his
fate.
Delighted at the idea of being loved
for himself alone, he had not told her Of
bis real position, and il was not till after
the marriage ceremony was over that
Helen discovered she had married the
eldest son of 8 baronet, aad the heir to
an estate producing fifteen Thousand
year.
II was not without some inward mis-
givings that Harry wrote to bis father
telling him of his marriage, which were
more than realized by the result, as we
have seen by the letter from Sir Philip
Marston, which awaited him at bis club
on his return to England with his bride.
But, full Of confidence In his ability 10
maintain himself and his young wife by
his own exertions, and thinking that
surely bis father would relent and be
reconciled to him after time, Harry
troubled himself very little about his lost
inheritance; and though their new home
consisting Of three small, poorly-fur-
nished rooms In back street-was very
different frem the grand old mansion to
which be had hoped 10 take his bride, he
set TO work cheerfully at bis favorile art,
and tried 10 earn living by painting
| pictures and portraits.
But be soon found II was not so easy as
be thought.
II was all very well when be was heir
10 Manlon Hall, and studied painting
merely from love OF art; but picture
dealers, who In those days had been sll
aattery and obsequiousness toward The
young heir, now that be really wanted 10
sell bis pictures aud sketches, shook their
heads, and politely bat firmly declined TO
II
4 Al last, one dresry afternoon, when
Harry was sitting in the little room be
called his studio, trying 10 devise some
new scheme to repleblsh his slender
pure, The servant opened the door aud
usbered a white-hAired old gentleman
Into The room,
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