Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-04-09

The clouds overhang the earth dreari
ly. 1t is evidently progressing toward
a storm. The birds are winging then
way to shelter in the woods.
Gle will scarcely be here tonight,
says Diana, rising and looking out Of
the window
A proud. looking face, buried in book
is lifted up at these words, and a voice
says sharply:
''He had better not come"
"Why not?" says Diana CURLY, as
she leaves the window and takes hel
seat.
Gle had better never enter these
doors again, Diana, If he enters them
only to bring us sorrow and shame. The
idea of you, born and bred in such
elegance, should stoop So low-so low
Diana"
A stuffed sob follows this speech, and
the speaker folds her arms proudly as
she drops her book and gazes detiantly
al Diana.
Diana's beautiful dark eyes look def
ance, and she says calmly:
"You talk riddles, sophia
riddles that you will interpret with
bitter knowledge some of these days.
You will find that love cannot oompen-
safe for the loss of rank and wealth, Di-
ana"
The bishops young daughter looks at
the spendor with which she is sur
iuunuUo-epivruur brought u her ia
ther by her mothers wealth; then her
eyes rove to the ancestral pictures on
the wall, among which the portly form
of the bishop himself, in his robes of
office, stands out clearly defined and
seems to frown down upon Diana.
my father and my mother" says
Diana, "marrled-one for money and
the other for position, BY their I'M
happy married life take warning, and
marry for love-"
Diana leans back on the crimson vel
vet chair, her pearly white skin and
golden hair contrasting beautifully with
its rich hue.
Dear me, Diana, how can you talk
in that way of your dead father and
mother? Have you no reverence at all
for their memory
Eyes, and pity for their sorrows-sor-
rows which are a lighthouse to warn me
off the rocks"
Diana arises and approaches the win
dow, for she hears the patter of horses
feet upon the gravel walk.
Here is Mr. kennay How it rains!
I did not expect him, and so far to come,
too" says Diana, trying to peer out into
the misty, gloomy atmosphere.
"The bishops daughter is worth COM
ftnr or
bitterly, as she gives her head an angry
toss; especially by the bishops organ
ist."
Diana's face tlushes up, but she makes
no reply, for Mr. kennay stands in the
door. She goes forth to meet him,
while Sophia abruptly drops her book,
which she never stops to pick up. and
without glance of recognition at
Mr.. kennay, sails proudly out of the
room
Diana Is committing what her family
think the objectionable sin. She is
about to marry the Crganist of her Ia
Tiers church, and all for love, she says.
Of course; for what else can she marry
him? He is poor and without position,
while she is rich and moves in graceful
pcall'S tHc peer VI tie llouutst III tle
land.
Diana will not be rich, however, after
she marries Mr.. Kennay; for the de-
ceased bishop, with horror more
worldly than religious, of his daughters
marrying out of their elevated sphere,
has inserted clause in his will to the
effect that if his younger daughter,
Diana, carries out her wilfuly and dis
obediently expressed determination to
marry Herbert kennay, the organist of
st. James the Less, she forfeits on her
marriage all claim on his (the bishop'sl
estate, every dollar of which goes to
her two sisters, Sophia and Maria
Diana's resolve is not shaken in the
least by what she thinks her fathers
injustice. The spectre of poverty, view
ed through the rosy light of love, does
not appear very formidable She has
no near acquaintance with the grim
skeleton, and is consequently ignorant
Of what poverty really means.
Diana meets Mr.. kennay with girlish
fondness. She is only eighteen, aud