Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-10

going to marry one Of the richest girls in
the city. And Uncle Peckham took to
himself all the credit Of the whole affair
'sThis is better than Flooding on ones
whole life long behind a counting house
desk" cried Ralph, joyously rubbing To-
gether his lean and wrinkled palms. "a
young man of enterprise and resolution
can accomplish any thing be sets about
now-a-dags, especially if, like you,
Nephew Dalmayne, he happens to be toll
erably dec,nt-Iooking."
a man does not usually degenerate in
to villain all at orce: and when Henry
Dalmaye sat down to write to Lilias Re y
mond, his frame Of mind was probably
far from enviable. But he got the letter
written somehow. He wrote. ths no answer
would be expected, and no answer came
Three months afterward. just as the
preparations of the much-talked OF Ester
brook almayne wedding were culmi.
mating, he CHANGED to meet John Hawley
in the street-John's mother lived at
small place adjoining the Raymonds'
farm. Dalmayne stopped, With real
pleasure On his face.
John, is it you2 Stop a minute and
tell me the news"
"There amt much news" quoth John,
rather sulkily. In common with most of
the neighbors, he was inclined to think
that Henry had behaved very i'll. Eek
cept that Lily Raymond is well, and pref
tier than ever,
"Ah!'' Henry tried to speak carelessly,
but without single success.
A,,l T., "a ~
pretty attentive IN that quarter" went on
John; "and old Robert Raymond died
last winter, and left Lily clean two hun
dred thousand dollars.o
"Did he? l am glad Of that
So Lily was an heireas, after all. Would
i. not have been better-but Dalmayne
resolutely checked the half formed con
lecture in his mind. He had put his
hand to the plough--it was too late to
look back now. Yet he wondered if
Arthur lngoldsby would value, as he had
done, the priceless treasure Of Lilias love.
He told himself he was glad things had
happened as they had; but he knew, in
spite of it all, that he would have felt bet
ter pleased if Lily had pinned after him,
just little! All women are alike, and all
men---pshaw! there was no use in troub-
ling his brain further about the matter.
Uncle Peckham met him on the thresh-
old with troubled look.
"Have you heard the rumor, Daylmane?
No. Well, of course it can be nothing
but rumor. The house of Esterbrook
s. Esterbrook is roo we'll established to
be shaken by u mere fall Of French
stocks0
"What do you allude to, sir2' asked
Henry, scarcely prehenalng his
uncle's meaning in the abstraction of his
mind.
"Why, people are whispering about that
the Esterbrooks have failed"
And before the sun went down on
Change the whisper became a trumpet
voice-the rumor was q certainty. Ester
brook & Esterbrook had failed, and Mr..
Dalmayne was engaged to pennies
bride.
Henry Dalmayne, though . week and
vaclilating man, was no scoundrel. lie
married Sarah Esterbrook, and lives with
her now ina Cover Street lodging house,
daily growing more and more weary OF
his life, while in his heart he cherishes
the sweet memory Of Lilias Raymond.
now another mans wife
EIe bad broken his plight, given up the
tenderest aspirations of his soul, and,
blighted his whole future, to marry an
heiIess and he had missed the heir ess
after all