Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-19

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mission, but as I had only hoped to
draw thousand dollars at most for that
cause, my scruples were overruled by
seltishness. My religious enthusiasm, as
Philip once called it, died out when it
came into competition with my own
happiness. l am punished, indeed. I
was SO happy too when I started under
MIR. Andover's convoy for the church
picnic. had no doubt but Philip was
on his way to meet me and make ar
engagements tor our marriage, because he
had not written. Perhaps he would be
at home waiting for me when I returned,
talking it over with mother. I was so
sure Of his love. By-and-by I got tired
strolling in the woods and hunting for
maiden-hair fern with Mr.. Andovcr, and
sat down by some trees, a little apart
from the others to think and enjoy. But
presently I heard Miss Anne Cults read
ing letter aloud to Mrs. Blair and her
droning voice was hushing me OFT to sleep.
"Our wedding is fixed for October. I
wanted to walt till Christmas, but nv
lord and master objected. My gown
is already ordered OF Worth. I shall be
married in church by Mr.. Andover.
Your atfectionate niece,
ANNETTE CUTTs.'
Was Miss Anne Cults still reading
aloud, or had dreamed this about the
wedding and Mr.. Andover? T opened
my eyes, and saw little bird sitting on
a spray, and Immediately Mrs. Blair
broke the spell by saying, "Bless me An
ne! its good match for Philip Dever-
eaux, now isn't it? A lucky day for
him when he broke off with Belle Ford -
And heard no more; the trees and the
bird seemed to swim before me in a
cloud OF mist; I stood up and steadied
myself against bowlder, and Mr.. An
dover came and put my arm in his and
took me home. And this is the end.
Philip untrue! Philip the lover Of an
other 1t is unreal. I cannot seem to
grasp it.
August ga letter from Philip Dev-
ereaux. After all, thought, maybe it
was gossip and hearsay. The sight of that
familiar handwriting sent the blood
spinning through my veins. He congrat-
ulated me on my good luck, and added !:
"Havlng broken our engagement when
we were both beggars, how could renew
1t now, because you have become rich?
Would not the world-our world--have
the right to point the finger of scorn at
me? cannot accept such generosity,
Belle, even for your sake, but must still
plod on" Once I should have thought
those sentiments so noble. Whereas I
was blind, now can see. He thinks
know nothing about the affair of Anne
| Cults, or he has not courage to break IT
to me.
| September 15.-I have resumed nv
German studies, to divert nv mind
Everybody is talking of the approaching
marriage. I told Mr.. Andover about the
prize, and asked If he would take it fol-
home missions.
Shave you the money in hand?" he ask.
| ed.
"No; I have not even sent on my tick
ct. l have merely been notified that I
have drawn the amount"
| My dear Miss Bella,'' he said, spar
don me--but I did not approve lotter-
ies."
"Neither do I any longer"
lit may be foolish scruple,' he pur-
sued; "most people would laugh at 1t
but it seems to me that money obtained
in that way does more harm than good
will not be blessed in the use.''
"Perhaps not" said; ''but what shall
do with it? I feel like the man who
drew the elephant"
''Suppose you destroy the ticket and
do nothing about it,"
Every WE'LL" I returned. "I wish I
had never bought it," And so held it
IN the gas jet, and reduced The fortune
that was to have made me happy to a
pinch of ashes
October IA dreadful thing has hap
pened. Squire Cults has died insolvent
1t will postpone Annette's wedding. !
hear that the order for her wedding
gown has been countermanded. But if
Philip loves her, she is still rich. All
the kingdoms of the earth cannot buy
love. "
June, 1S7S.-It IS more than wear
since I began this diary and Eow much
has occurred! I have often wondered
how Philip Devereaux bore himself after
Annette Cults married Old General Bat
ties, with his millions and his govt, pre-
ferring palace without love to love in a
cottage. Yesterday I wandered into the
pine woods alone. Mr.. Andover and I
have been there so often. that all it's
treasures of shade and sunlight, of soar
ing pines and humble MOSES, seemed to
belong to us. Its winding ways are like
enchantment, Turing US on to more beauty
and serenity. It is like walking through
dim cathedral alsles as we tread upon
the carpet Of pine needles, and hear the
wind tiuting through the branches, while
spicy incense is waited about, and sweet
thoughts come like benedict;on. You
scarcely hear an approaching footstep,
and was gathering some ferns, when
some one close behind me said, isabelle
Isabelle pa voice that sounded strange
~ familiar, but was not Mr.. Andover's
a voice that seemed to coniure vision
OF starry nights, and sweet scents, and
tender words, in the instant before I
could turn. never once thought of
Philip Desvereaux, but there he stood.
smiling and debonalr, as if we had only
parted an hour ago.
"Your mother told me I should find
; you here" he said, taking my unwilling