Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-05-04
HARRY BAIN'S AMBITION
BY LULU W.

BY LULU w.
Ethel Cameron stood leaning on the
gate straining her eyes, for a last glimpse
Of Harry Balm as he galloped down the
road without once turning for last look
on either the young girl or the old home
he had loved so dearly, and with both
he had just parted, it might be for
months, years, it might be forever. Har
rvs words, hard and cruel, were still
lingering on Ethel's ear, crushing from
her young heart all the bright sweet
hopes she had hitherto entertained. Yes,
he had almost broken the heart that had
been so loyal and true to him, that had
given to him all its pure, sweet love and
he had proved false; and had cast aside
her love as an impeachment in his path to
wealth and fame.
Harry Balm longed for these. He WAS
ambitious and tor ambition he would
sacrifice the purest and noblest impulses
of his nature; and the future promised
success; by grasping it his wishes might
be realized and to this he would devote
his very thoughts. "You will forgive
ME, Et.el, and ere a few short weeks
elapse you will be again the same happy
and buoyant girl. For am not" he con-
t1nued (while her big dreamy eyes fol.
lowed his every movement with strange.
eager look, in which there was much
sadness), ''No, am not suited to such a
sweet, innocent girl as you, and, Ethel,
you would be miserable and pine for
YOUR old home, the fields and flowers
YOU love so dearly. We may meet again
in the years to come and you, Ethel, will
be the same good and beautiful woman
you now are, while I shall have attained
the hight of my ambition, fulfilled the
one wish of my life and be either
happy or miserable. Of course shall
be wiser, but oh! Ethel, I fear not bet
ter man. And now ere we are severed,
perhaps forever, wish to part friends,
so let me hear from your lips that you
forgive me-"
She had stood silent and pale, watching
Harry Balm anxiously but without max
ing movement or uttering word to
disturb him. At this question she raised
her head and looking him full in the face
answered, mo, will never forgive you
Harry Balm, but promise me (she asked
the question almost fiercely), if we eve1
meet again you will tell me if by YOU
choice you have gained happiness" 81
promise, good. bye" and without another
word, passed through the gate, mounted
his horse and galloped down the road
And she was alone, what agony she suf
tered and how bravely she had concealed
it from his eyes! But she could endure
it no longer and sinking down under al
old oak tree hid her face in her hand
. and wept as though her heart woult
break. At last Ethel dried her eyes, irri
tated with herself for such weakness
why should she think of himg Had h
not left here He was not worthy of tn
tears. No, she would weep for him n
: more. As she sat there, her thought
q flew back to the past and recalled to he
e memory the many. many times they sid
e by side had sat in that seif-same place
the gathering twilight. There he ha
told her of his love, and taking her han
in his, asked her to be his wife. As thes
it thoughts came crowding through he
mind her eyes again filled with tears, b,
r. raising she dashed them away. mo,
u must not, shall not weep for him. Di
e he not cast away my love as chill
n would toy it had become tired of HI
d he not doomed all my bright anticip'
d tons to be blasted2 He will probab
W marry the daughter of some wealthy ms
y and break her heart, for in time she wi
find out he does not love her; for trul
a. solemnly, firmly, believe that althoue
4 another will call him husband, anoth
ID will bear his name, his love and hea
% will ever be mine, yes, mine alone, al
at On! why can I not go forward al
become create There is that with
a. me which might, with culture, grow al
v, strengthen until one day stand befo
e. the world his equal; yes, his equ
r No, no, it cannot be. must work {
toll on from morn till night, \
40 even time for thought. What chan
'g have I to become create None. m,
crush these thoughts in my mind; b
If, oh, cannot. When think of the cit
Is, beyond this little village, it seems e
We must, become great, be his equal or d
When Harry Balm left three gears a
1g telling me to love and be true to hi
ay that in q short time he would retu
tn then my toiling would be over, he wo,
tie claim me for his own. Oh, then he me-
IT. thought that the time would como WI
all his promises would be broken and
nd little unsophisticated country girl wo,
er. be no wife for the aristocratic a
ge wealthy man, but hoped apd toiled
'ut Bright visions of his success and
ne sharing them filled my mind and in
ng constant love for him / cast aside
mt love of one of the noblest hearts that e
Mt. beat in mans breast. What the fut
lp- has in store for us know not, but
a it has not happiness for Harry Balm.
ly, She neither saw nor heard Wilson "
m, en-, the possessor of q great and no
The heart, until he had taken seat bes
his her and laying his hand on her arm s.
esl s.What is the matter, Ethel2 Why, b
or you been weepinga But yes, I kno