The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1879-11-08
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thing. A real smash up. Foolish
spcculations the cause"
: Julie looked cxultant.
-Now don't be m IDIOT" she
, said. "If you have caught one
millionaire ~ easily you may pos
sibly catch another. Try, at least
and there was touch OF sarcasm
in her voice and a wicked gleam in
her eyes rs she left the room.
That night in the solitude OF her
room, Mary communed with her
own heart. She had no wish to
act impulsivcly; she desired TO
follow the dictates Of a true pure
womanhoVd.
What would her future be?
She was called TO decide the
very next day, and tears splashed
from her eyes upon the paper as
she read the following letter:
"When | heard that I had lost
everything, ! said, Have Mary's
love still in my keeping? II |
have defy fate; let it do its worst
Then remember that | owed
duty to you.
Il love you, dear Mary beyond
the power OF words to express; yet
rather than cause you future un-
happiness, will release you from
your engagement. 1t is much wis
er to look Mt things squarely and
dispassionately y now, than to endure
lifelong regrets.
'If YOU feel that poverty is too
great an evil to face, even with my
love for shield and protection,
say so frankly, and I will immedi-
atcly answer, even il it breaks my
heart. Mary you arc free. But.
you love me woll enough to brave
it in my company, I will say joy
fully, even so until death do us
part Write, for suspense is tor
ture to
HAROLD STRONG"
The man remained the saline, but
those millions were gone. What a
test for II loving woman!
How would Mary stand it? What
was her answer?
With the worldly-wise Julie and
her ambitious aunt beside her
taking counsel Of her own heart
alone-she wrote the following:
"DEAR HAROLD DO not think
so meanly of HE as to suppose
that, because you are untortunate,I
can desert you in your trouble.
You were willing that Ia poor
girl-should share your wealth.
Ought l not to bo as willing to
share your poverty? Come to me
at once, Harold. You need sym
pathy, and who so willing to give
it, and thus assure you Of the sta.
bility Of her love, as your own
MARY"
OF course Harold went direct TO
the villa. His step was elastic, his
dark eyes glistcned, ho was moro
handsome than ever, and did not
look in the least like n ruined man.
There were no reproaches in store
for him for having doubted her dis
interestcdness. No; Mary loved
him too dearly TO express anything
but the tenderest sympathy.
1t was her wish to be married in
simple style, in keeping with their
altered circumstances, and so, in
her aunt's parlor, attirel in a plain
travelling costume, tho dear girl
gave herself to Harold "lor richer
or for poorer"
Then they started for their new
home in Boston. Harold had as
surcd her that it was cosy little
bandbox, and that sho would be its
greatest ornament. But what was
her astonishment when the carriage
stopped in fashionable street and
she was ushered into an elegant
mansion.
Mary removed her wrappings at
her husbands request, and looked
around in bcwildered way.
"When will we 80 10 our own
homer she inquired.
The Young husband clasped her
fondly to his heart.
This is our home, my darling.