The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-12-18

| inherited and left out"
/" Left without silver, my dear, and
serves her right, say I. She ran away
With worthless scamp, against her
fathers will, and, like all fools, has paid
the penalty OF her folly. She supports
herself and her five children by sew
ing, so [ have been told, and you know
what sort ofsupport that means. Serves
her right, say again. John Hatton
has done what it was his duty to do
what would have done in his place
cast her off and left her to starve with
the pauper she chose"
In the moonlight the face of Miss
Englehart grows white as the snow it.
self, but she walks on and does not say
a word. 4t. ~ i
However" cries her father, cheerful
~, shat is not what I want to say.
Rose Hatton's case need never be yours.
All is Harry's, and, except his poverty.
I never had any objection to Harry as
son-in law So when he comes to wish
you merry Christmas, my dear Katie, I
give you leave to- name the day"
A strange light comes into the brown
eyes; strangely resolute expression
sets the pretty, soft-cut mouth.
us he coming tonight, papa?"
You will find him, have not the
slightest doubt, at the house before
you. It would be hypocrisy for him to
profess any grief for that old skinfint
uncle, and Harry is no hypocrite."
| "You have seen him since his uncle's
death?"
"Certainly, Katie, and was the first
to congratulate him. I trust you with
draw your objections to my suit now,
sir! he says to me, in his naughty way !;
| 8 am John Hatton's heir after ALL A
trife hot-headed is Harry, but good
fellow in the main-oh! very good
fellow! l have no doubt, Karie, he
will make you an excellent husband"
"He means to keep this fortune,
then?" his daughter says, and says it in
SO odd voice that her father looks at
her, puzzled.
Keep it? What do you mean? What
should he do but keep it? By George!.
| should think he did mean 10 keep it
"a cool hundred thousand, if dollar!
May ask what you mean by the ques-
tion?"
Not now, papa, please; will see
Harry first" she answers, in the same
strange voice-a very quiet voice,
though it startles her father.
"Look~here, my girl" he says, stern
~, Il know you of old-know your
high drawn, Quixotic notions about
things in general, and points of honor
and conscience in particular. warn
you, don't let us have any OF them here,
it you want to be Harry Hatton's wife.
The lad has come fairly by his fortune
let him keep it in peace"
They are at the house with the last
words-.words harshly and menacingly
spoken. They go together into the
parlor, and there, as Mr.. Englehart has
predicted, they find young Hatton
alone. A tall and proper fellow, this
Harry Hatton, with handsome face,
and eager, happy eyes.
"At last" he cries, coming forward,
both hands outstretched, Just as pa
thence was ceasing to be virtue.
Thank you for bringing her, Mr.. Engle-
hart. Come to the register, Katie and
warm those cold little paws. Has our
stately papa been telling you the good
news?"
He draws her forward, eyes, smile, all
alight with love and joy. Last night
he was in despair night this cozy
parlor had been forbidden ground.
Sorrow and weeping had endured for
the night, but JOY had come with the
morning. This time yesterday he had
been beggar, and Katie had been re-
fused him-to-night he was rich man,
and Katie might be his for the asking.
Papa Englehart, after genial, father
in-law sort ct nod, had slipped away and
left them together.
why don't you speak, little girl?"
cries jubilant Harry, or has the power
of speech been frozen within you?
Wish me merry Christmas, Katie, and
congratulate me on my capital fortune"
She looks up at him with eyes full of
wistful love.
Il wish you merry Christmas with
ali my heart, harry; but congratulate
you on what?"
"Why, hasn't the dear old dad been
telling you? Then wonders will never
cease. Oh, pshaw' OF course he has
told you that my uncle is dead?"
"Poor old Mr.. Hatton-yes know
he is dead"
And all is mine, Katie, all. And
next April the old house shall have a
new mistress, and Harry Hatton shall
have new wife. Why don't you speak?
Why don't you smile? What is the
matter with you tonight"
Harry, you mean to keep this in
heritance?"
Keep it," Harry looks at her in
wonder. by Jove, what a question!
What should | do with it but keep it?
Resign it to Rose Hatton-Mrs.
Andrews now-to whom it rightfully
belongs"
"A most likely idea, and quite wor-