Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-29
THE LOVERS SACRIFICE.

-..- BY ETTIE ROGERS.
Tessie Rivers was just twenty, and look
ing back over that short space of life, she
felt that she would not quite care to live
the years over again.
Her childhood had been as sweet and
bright as love and wealth could make 1t,
until the good father had died so utterly
ruined financially that nothing left
his widow and only child except small,
but pretty and pleasant residence, and an
exceedingly meagre income derived from
certain property not forteitable by his
many creditors.
Since the death Of that loving, indul-
gent, but most incompetent parent, the
girl had known almost every vicissitude
of trouble and privation possible to the
experience of the young, the sensitive
and the refined.
Fortunately the elegant, finely educa-
ted and rarely accomplished Mrs. Rivers
was competent to instruct her child in
scholarship as we'll as in the subtle lore
OF etiquette affected by the social circles
from which she had been ostracised by
her pecuniary misfortunes. And the
daughter being dutiful and tractible, as
we'll as sensible, had profited by this gen
| tie but thorough home tuition.
At twenty Vassarite might almost
have envied Tessie Rivers for her educa-
| ton and many pampered favorite Of
wealth and arlstocratic pretcnslons might
have coveted her unaffected grace and dig
nifty Of demeanor more, perhaps, than
her rich, vivid and healthfui loneliness.
d. Il, - i IL
station to which fate had assigned her.
She was sick to the soul of this perpetual
struggle between hidden want and osten-
sible modest comfort She longed for a
life, not of utter Incidence and clogging
luxury, but of perfect freedom from pro-
sy cares-a life filled with sweeter posi-
bilities and broader purposes, and that
might bring a few seasons of rest.
II should not quite care to live my
twenty years over again." she averred
mentally, as divcsting herself Of her be-
coming black cloth cloak and prcttily
plumed black velvet hat, she, entered the
cheerful room where her mother was rath-
er eagerly awaiting her coming.
care you tired, DEAR" questioned Mrs.
Rivers, tenderly, as she poured the tea
OAC lttlu ul1SAC ACdOy oil uOuA OClOlC.
"Not at all, mamma" answered Tessie,
taking her seat at the cosy table. "When
ones talk is interesting, one does not be-
come fatigued easily; if I had nothing
less pleasant to do than to arrange Lu-
ellie Carrington's flowers and founces, I
should be happy, I think"
"Ah, Tessie," smiled the mother, s'the
most humble labor would never be dis
tasteful to you so long as you light find
an element of the aesthetic in it."
"And if I might always serve lady as
considerate and gracious as Miss Caring
ton," she added. "She never patronizes
me; she treats me as she might trusted
friend. And yet I am in rebellious
mood tonight am, indeed, mamma
Why should she be given so much and ]
so little? The lace that Grapes the rose
silk dress she wears-the sing diamond
on her white hand-the pearls that CLEAN
on her bosom-if mine to transmute into
money, would lift the mortgage from this
dear old home and this heavy burden from
our hearts,"
Mrs Rivers sighed as she slipped he1
tea silently, choosing neither to contem
plate nor discuss an impending trouble
unless that 1t might be averted.
II do not care to think or speak of {
misfortune that cannot be prevented, my
DEAR" she observed, after sorrowfu
pause. "To grieve in prospective is bu
folly. Heaven has proportional ou
strength to our trials, and to rebel agains
the inevitable is unwise; besides, Tess1e
1 am sure that Monreith Darlington il
, much too kind and generous to distress
us about that mortgage.
"But should prefer not to appeal tt
Mr. N Carringtons generosity, mamma, ane
returned the girl, quickly, as she blushe(
e before the tender, inquiring eyes turnet
t toward her. ri
$ "You fancy he would think you indeli
? cate to request favor since he has hon
!, ored you with preference that you ma,
: not reciprocate,' suggested Mrs. Rivers
e ''but you wrong him, Tessle. He is to-
: astute, as well as too magnanimous, t
s misjudge you. l wish, my love, yov
: could give him some little hope. AS hi
i wife you might be very happy, Tessie.
n "And l might be very miserable" pro
$ tested Tessie; '.kindly as his famll,
n treat me now, they might behave yer,
: differently toward me as the wife Of tn
/ only son and brother of whom they al
e SO proud and expect SO much. The,
4 might regard me as an interloper, as a
r ambitious creature, caring less for m
> husband than for the pleasant life he coul'
!, give me. And as I am rather fond O
e appreciation, might not find the situa
# ton agreeable. Besides, mamma
l. The young lady paused, grown
e slightly pale, and vague expression Q
e yearning and pain Swallowed her bonn
d brown eyes.
= "Beslde what?' urged her mother
e gently.
d ''Never mind what, mamma, dear,
d was the grave answer; "but l have ha
! dreams OF very different and muc
e more passionate and enthusiastic afectio
# than can ever feel Tor Monreith-muc
1t as honor him. But let US not discus
e the subject, If you please
d "The next morning Mr.. Carringto
Is called.
l. s'.sucille sent me-" he exclaimed pt
n litely, but his voice betrayed the pleasu1
is and qualification with which he had he
lie come his sisters messenger.
The trivial errand performed, he sti