Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-09-11

was thrown from carriage while abroad
and it 10 now an aqui!ine feature-not bad
for an aquiline either. am confident you
would sacrifice yourself rather than disobey
the dead who have mortgaged US to each
other, so to speak. and l feel obliged to
take the initiative, and declare our engage.
ment null and void. have fitted myself
for teaching, and have several pupils; and
during the enjoyment of my grandfather's
estate have saved enough for rainy day.
Do not attempt to see me or to change my
resolve, which is unchangable. Sincerely,
"JULIErTE L. CAvENDIsH."
Guy had not been q deliberate villain
in this transaction. Miss Lowell had
won his heart before he dreamed of
danger; and az for Juliette Cavendish
she was hobble-dehoy school girl of
thirteen when he saw her seven years
before-shy, nervous and awkward,
with elf-locks of tow-colored hair. Her
grandfather and Guys father had been
sworn friends, in spite of the disparity
in years, and it has been their hobby to
unite the family fortunes. If Guy and
Juliette failed to marry, they forfeited
their inheritance. Happily for Guy, he
had received legacy from his mothers
family unincumbered by ugly condi-
tions; but he had always supposed he
should carry out his fathers will, and
marry Miss Cavendish finally; and they
had kept up an irregular correspondence
during her sojourn in Europe.
"a strange affair." he thought. "Can
she have fallen in love? feel to blame
if ought to have taken pains to love
her. A snarl always ensues when the
dead dictate to the living" At least he
was free to marry Miss Lowell; but had
not Essie notified him of her long en-.
gagement2 He fastened to write Miss
Lowell letter full of bitter reproaches
and angry love; but she had hidden
adieu to the Orchard Farm before it ar
rived there, and had left no address,
having abandoned hope at the same
date; and the poor love letter, with all
its angry protestations, was laid on the
shelf, and Guy was obliged to own in
his own heart that he had been deceived
and misled. At about this time he be.
gan to wonder what manner of woman
Miss Cavendish might be; if she had
really lover; and if not what had
prompted the sacrifice. What but q
noble sincerity. After all, why should
he hesitate to fulfill his fathers will, and
unite the fortunes of Cavendish and
Thornton2 Might she not be taught to
love himf He was wise enough to know
that his account with love was not closed
because one woman had proved untrue.
As she had given no address, he called
first upon her lawyer as the most likely
person to know her whereabouts.
"Miss Cavendish," sasd that gentle.
man, "was at the seashore quite lately,
by the doctors orders-a slight difficulty
of the throat. Had some crochet about
earning her daily bread, and has been
practicing her voice too steadily.
Women who can afford to be idle are
always hankering for vocation. Her
relatives made such an ado about
Cavendish working that she has been cut
adrift from them. They made her life
a burden. You'd better call in the
evening; she has pupils all day. She's
in earnest about not marrying, perhaps
you know2 Perhaps she'll change her
mind when she she sees you," laughed
Mr.. Small. cob, by the way" he
called after Guy, "Pm growing absent
age; don't grow old, sir;
it's bad habit. To spare the feelings
Of her high and mighty relatives, Miss
Cavendish has assumed her mothers
maiden name, Lovell-ask for Miss
Juliette Lowell"
"Miss LOWELL" gasped Guy. "What
does she mean by keeping up such
with me?"
You had better 60 and ask her."
and Guy obeyed.
&c was at the beach for my health"
Miss Csvendish explained, later, after
some pleasant preliminaries had passed.
II could not afford to lose my voice,
but had never thought of meeting you
there. Afterwards l thought perhaps
you might grow to like me if nobody |
obliged you to do so, l had taken my
mothers name, not to deceive you, but
because my fathers family felt dis.
yraced when / entered the ranks of the
laborers. / must either marry you or
work. When you asked me to take you
Tor better or worse [ was afraid it was
pity instead of love, because people
were cool to ne after our journey to
Bagdad, and hadn't time to confess
my secret. l vent down next morning
10 surprise you with it, but ysu had
eft without word. l supposed you
1ad been amusing yourself, as your
cousins said; that you could never
nave loved ne under any circum-
stances; and then l decided that you