Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-10
0FF WITH THE OLD LOVE.
Grasp,pg ut the Substance ana Cate.si1.
ry,e SRAffOxy.


uZ,e ShadOw.
A fan, slender girl, with golden hair
blown away from her blue. veined fore
head and SOFT violet light shining in
her eyes, as she stood there, q living pic
ture, framed by creeping vines and swing
ing sprays Of clematis--that was the last
glimpse that Henry Dalmayne caught Of
Lilias Raymond on the summer evening
when he went away to seek his fortune.
He had found it already, in q certain
sense-in so tar as man may find treasure
trove in the rich abundance of woman's
love; for Lilias loved him. and Lilias'
heart was a gold mine itself.
She turned and went back into the
house, with the dew of tears upon her
cheek and mournful culver on her lip.
''How silly amp she murmured to
herself. g 1t will be but year or two ut
the furthest, and he hiss much more to
endure and battle with than l."
And Lilias repined at the fate assigned
to her in the great play-bill of the world.
It was hard to realize the truth of the
blind poets words, that "they also serve
who only stand and watt
If she could have worked to earn
MOucy dlIt bel uiiu, IL sue might also
have been privileged to bear weapon in
the strife. Alas it is so hard tosit still and
count the seconds which must elapse ere
the crisis OF our fate dawns upon the
leaden horizon Of life.
So Henry Dalmayne went to the big
city, and Lilias stayed behind, to bear
the separation as best she might
Engaged, eh?" growled old Mr.. Peck
ham, Henry's maternal uncle, whose
skin had turned yellow with the reflection
Of much gold, and whose heart was hard
er than the marble of which his mansion
was built "Nephew, you're fool! En-
gaged-at two-and- twentyr'
"But Uncle Ralph, she is the sweetest
girl you ever saW!'
'Sweetest girl! Sweetest 6ddlesticks I"
roared cut the irate Old gentleman.
"There, there, don't talk ointment to me.
I've no patience with it.'
Henry was silent. The glitter Of the
frescoed ceilings, the fash of silver and
cut-glass, the exquisite aroma of the rare
red wine and the velvet flush OF hot
house peaches, became distasteful to him
all at once. Uncle Peckham had
promised to make his fortune for him,
but Henry was not at all sure that he
wanted his fortune much, on these terms.
One glance, one smile from Liiias, were
they not worth all these hollow pagean-
tries?
''aere," sai(; Uncle Ralph, tossing a
card across the table. Owe got vou an
Invitation to Mrs. Bruce's party tonight.
You'll meet Some people there that are
worth knowing
Henry Dalmayne besitated; it was the
evening he had set aside In each week
for writing to Lilias. She would miss
her letter, out, after all, it would be only
be a days delay. He could write
as well upon the next night.
SO Henry went to Mrs Bruces, under
the wing Of his uncle, the wealthy stock
broker.
"Well," quoth Uncle Peckham, when
the festivities were over, and they were
once more sitting beside the fire that
shone and sparkled like deep-hued rubies
beneath the carved nnantel in the rich
mans cinlngg-room, chow do you like
Sarah Esterbrook?''
every we'll, sir!"
very WE'LL" sarcastically mimicked
MI: Peckham. "Do you know that her
father is worth a nlillion?"
els he, sir?''
SIS he, sire Henry" roared the old
gentleman, 81 believe you're fool Why,
there are score Of the Wealthiest Young
men IN town who would give half they
possess--aye, the whole OF it, if need be
Tor the sniles and chances Miss Ester
brook vouchsafed to you this very
night"
''she was very polite, sir" said Henry,
with rather puzzled look; but"
"Polite! And pray what would YOU
have, Mr.. Dalmayne? Do you want a wo-
man 10 tell you out and out, in so many
words, that she likes you, before YOU can
take a hint?''
Henry colored like a girl. It was i'm
possible to be quite insensible to the
charm Of this dattery, the mole especially
as Uncle Peckham was not ordinarily
one who s'buttered his phrases as the
expression goes.
Eyes, my boy--Yes, went on the stock
broker, tapping the table enlphatioally
with his finger ends; "she Goes like youl
And am not the only person who has
noticed it,
But, uncle. she is SO ,,,ain!''
What Of that? All women can't be
Venuses, and the prettiest Of .hem have a
grinning skull and cross-bones under
their pink-and- skins and fair ex-
te1iors. Beauty is only skin Deep
Henry thought of pretty Lilias, with a
thrill Of tender recollection. Miss Ester
brook, with all her golden charms, could
never hope to rival her. Yet as the davs
and weeks went by his Thoughts and
ideas insensibly changed. The yellow
lustre of the gold worshipping atmosphere
in which he lived seemed to wrap him
round the surface-glitter of society; ideas
gradually uprooted the old dogmas ana
axioms of his youthful faith. And one
evening, carried away by the witcherv
and enchantment # the hour, he proposed
to Sarah Esterbrook, and was accepted !!
Congratulations poured in upon him the
next day.
You are the luckiest dog going,
Dalmayne," cried one.
81 only wish were in your shoes!'
echoed second; and Henry, dazzled by
the brillancy Of his prospects, believed
that he was really most fortunate man.
For, according to popular rumOr. he was