The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-10-05

BIO you! Wnet yOu can zee IN him to
like is more than I can tell
Please don't Say any more, father:
yon are .1gry now
Angry Who wouldn't Be, to have
. girl like you throw herself away on
such . miserable little puppy!
6.Fathsr! came from the girl. in q
grieved tone. Il will never marry
without your consent: but love John.
Il my hsppins~ of NO oons,dsrstion to
you. Arc children seusolsss blocks Of
hesh. that can be nnads 10 love whore
parents willS'
No, no. child. Marry him il you
must-if you feel il essential TO your
happiness. but remember your fathers
warning
God bless you:i,est and kindsst faith
err Thro *ing her arms around his
neck, Alice kissed him hastily and left
the room.
I've been On old fool 10 consent, but l
never could deny the child anything,
she is to like her dear mother. Had
she lived. my girl would not have been
50 hesdstrong.
Three months had elapsed, and ct
Mr.. Canyons house gussts are asssmb-
led.
Only . moment Of waiting. and the
pretty little bride appeared. leaning on
aer lovers srm. This, her ninstsenth
birthdsy. foand her as yet . very
child.
He, too. was younR-not over twenty
two or twenty three years bat there
was already hard look In his fase, .
gleam in the coldly handsome blue
eyes, that argued poorly for the fair
brides happiness.
Now the broad golden fetter had
been joyously slipped upon the finger.
Man aud wife, said the pastor, SOL
smnly.
Only two years had passed away, but
ell the the bright, happy. girlish look
had died out of Alice Harley's face.
1t isn't possible, then. for people to
be happy In this world. is itY she asked
herself. drearily. In what, then. have
l failed.
All! Little woman your only faults
were in loving foollshly, and choosing
hastily, and for them you have al
ready more than atoned. Il it not Q
terrible thing. this awsking to find our
idols clayY
II had been slow process in this
loving heart. but none the less there,
though even then denied to her own self.
Yet she WAS not utterly desolate. for
one little blossom. bright and lovely
baby boy. had come to creep into the
empty crevices Of her heart, and take
frm root there. She called him Thso-
dore.
Father. wrote Alice, some little time
after, you will see Us very soon. We
are coming home for . little rest.
Two weeks later Mr.. Grsyson might
have been seem pacing eagerly up and
down the station. The train came at
last. His quick eyes caught sight of ,
slender and Q Sad thin face, which,
changed - they were. could belong to
no one but his Alice. Taking the sleep.
ing child from her arms. he conducted
her tsndc-ly to . carriage. Arriving at
the house made dreary by her less, he
said:
Go llis down awhile, my child.
You are worn out
It was many weeks before she ross
from her couch Of pain. for brain fever
claimed her for it. victim. And il wss
many more weeks before che could
bring herself TO disclose even to that
loving, true heart the wretohed mis-.
cry that had bsen her pogtion.
Then. in turn. the father told Of the
bsseless of this man towards her he
bad sworn to cherish. For Mr.. Gray
son had not bssn idle during oil
these weeks. but had had friends en-
ployed to search out the truth Of him.
You shall never live with him again,
said her father.
And this time Alice was willing to
be guided by him. For more than two
years had she tried to reclaim the man,
and signally failed.
Who could blame her II che gave up
the task In dispair and in soul-wsari-
ness!
The brilliant promise OF her life Vas
wrecked. and. sill yousg IN years. shs
must live out her allotted days with IN
ashing. hungry heart.