Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-05-09


Doctor Pomeroy wiped the perspira-
ton from his brow, and then asked =
"Who is she?"
"I do not know" said the minister.
ct was requested, by letter, and paid
to perform the ceremony and Keep it q
secret. It is perfectly lawful"
"And T." said the banker, "did not
see the lady's face. She deposited the
money with me and requested my at
tendance here to assure her that her
promise should be fulfilled"
The three men separated ; the gas
was turned out the curtain fell on the
first act.
The next day the doctor tried to rea-
lize what he had done. He had sold
his name to an unknown woman, but
he thought she could not injure him.
"She must have been in deadly peril"
he meditated, "to pay such an exorbi-
tant price for q simple name"
He took an Office further up town.
and moved his mother to o nicer home.
Patients came pouring in different
class employed the rich DIR. Pomeroy
than those who had employed the poor
one.
! Five years passed away. The doctor
| had gained q reputation, and added
| considerably to his bank account. He
had been an indefatigable worker, and
now he felt that lie needed rest for
awhile.
"We will take trip to Europe,
mother" he. said. "It will do you
more good than you can imagine"
A great many gentle hearts felt q
papg to see the +" good doctor leave,
although their endeavors to catch him
had been in vain. He felt No preference
for any of the opposite sex. He had
recovered from his disappointment, and
he ceased to remember he was O mar
ried man, or to think kindly of the I'M
known woman who had so radically
changed his life.
They travelled leisurely through the
tour they had marked out before they
started, and one night found them in .
French village.
About the middle Of the night the
doctor was awakened by some one tap
ping at his door, and calling for him
to come out. He did so, and found the
landlord, who told him in broken Eng.
lish, that one of his countrymen had
Just fallen down stairs in Q &c, and See
ing that he was registered as an nj. D.,
they called him up.
He went into an elegantly furnished
room, where man, some fifty years Of
age, was lying in dying condition. A
young lady sat near the bed tanning
him. The doctor hastily examined the
patient, and found that it was impossi-
BILE for him to live bnt the day passed
and still another, before he drew his
last breath. He never recovered con-
seriousness.
The lady told DIR. Pomeroy that he
was her father. His name was Eugene
Sydenham, he wes = native of England.
and she would like to have him buried
where he died. They were travelling
for the benefit of his health, she went
on to explain, and he was widower.
Her only remaining relative was 4 young
sister, who was being educated in the
Convent Of ths Sacred Heart in Paris.
After her father was buried, Miss
| Sydenham went TO Paris under the care
of the doctor and his mother. They
took apartments in the same hotel land
not day passed but the young girl
spent portion Of il with Mrs. Pomeroy.
The old lady grew warmly attached to
her, and talked dolefully to her son
about the time when they should be
separated.
The young girl told her new friends
In confidence that she did not regret
her fathers death because he had tried
to wrong her deeply. II was not love
which held her TO his side, and she had
never been SO happy as now that she
was free.
Doctor Pomeroy watched her. At
first be was very gallant, but at Last he
began to be reserved and cold. A feel
ing he dared not cherish was growing
in his heart, and it alarmed him.
dare mot love her." he muttered
to himself, am bound"
Then, for the first time, he felt how
heavy were the letters he had forged
for himself. She noticed the change.
She tried to beguile him to forget the
grief that was evidently wearing him
ont !; and at last, in . fit Of desperation,
he told her all.
- I am married man r. he cried i'm
petuously. ST love you !; and am not
free TO love I"
She recoiled. but babe him tell her
all.
1t was cruel, unkind Of her to bind
you So" she said.
!" No. no r. he cried. " She saved
me blessed ma--and shall always re-
spect her, but never did my bonds hurt
me until ! met you. ! shall be misera-
BILE forever now
You may meet her.
impossible"
Nay, quite possible, she said, with
Q sorrowful look. . know your Ellen
Latour. SHELVES. and I must give you
! mp M.
yc. know her?"
= Yes tomorrow / will Introduce
you TO her. She is anxious to see You
she knows you are here, and wondered
II yon were as upright as she had al.
ways thought you 10 be-"
He bowed his face in hie hands. and
Miss Sydenham left him.
The hour hid come which he had
hoped for in by-gone days---he was to
learn whom he had welded but Il rave
/ him no pleasure nnw