The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-04-30
HARRY BAIN'S AMBITION.
BY LULU ".

Ethel Cameron stood leaning on the
gate straining her eyes, for last glimpse
of Harry Balm as he galloped down the
road without once turning for q 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 graspicg it his wishes might
be realized and to this ne would devote
his very thoughts. "Yeu will forgive
me, Etuel, and ere few short weeks
ella se you will be again the same happy
and buoyant girl. For am not" he con-
tlnued (while her big dreamy eyes fol-
lowed his every movement with strange,
eager look, in which there was much
sadness), mo, I am not suited to such a
sweet, innocent girl as you, and, Ethel.
YOU would be miserable and pine for
your old houe, the fields and flowers
YOU love 50 dearly. We may meet again
in the years to come and you. Ethel, will
be the same good and beautiful woman
YOU now sire, 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, fear not bet
ter man. And now ere we are severed,
perhaps forever, I 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 a word to
disturb him. At this question she raised
her head and looking him full in the face.
answered, mo, I will never forgive you,
Harry Balm, but promise me (she asked
the question almost fie1cely), if we evel
meet again you will tell me If by YOU
choice you have gained happiness.' 81
promise, goodbye" and without another
word, passed throug h 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, irsi
tated with herself for such weakness
why should she think of hims Had h
not left her? He was not worthy of tn
tears. No, she would weep for him n
more. As she sat there, her thought
flew back to the past and recalled to he
memory the many. many times they sid
by side had sat in that self-same place i
the gathering twilight. There he ha
told her of his love, and taking her ham
in his, asked her to be his wife. As thes
thoughts came crowding through he
mind her eyes again filed with tears, bu
raising she dashed them away. "No,
must not, shall not weep for him. Di'
ne not cast away my love as a chill
would toy it had become tired OF? Ha
he not doomed all my bright anticipa
marry the daughter of some wealthy ma
and break her heart, for in time she wi
find out he does not love her: for trul.
solemnly, firmly, I believe that althoug
another will call him husband, anoth'
will bear his name, his love and hea
will ever be mine, yes, mine alone, an
Oh! why can I not go forward ar
become great? There is that with
me which might, with culture, grow ar
strengthen until one day stand befo
the world his equal; yes, his equs
No, no, it cannot be. I must work G
toll on from morn till night, n
even time for thought. What chan
have to become create None. mt
crush these thoughts in my mind; b
oh, 1 cannot. When I think of the cit
beyond this little village, it seems gc
must, become great, be his equal or
When Harry Balm left three years a
telling me to love and be true to hi
that in a short time he would retu
then my toiing would be over, he wo,
claim me for his own. Oh, then he ne,
thought that the time would come WI
all his promises would be broken and
little unsophisticated country girl wo'
be no wife for the aristocratic a
wealthy man, out I hoped ard toiled
Bright visions of his success and
sharing them filled my mind and IN
constant love for him I cast aside
love Of one of the noblest hearts that e
beat in mans breast. What the fut
has in store for us know not, but
it has not happiness for Harry Balm.
She neither saw nor heard Wilson "
rem, the possessor of great and no
heart, until he had taken seat bes
her and laying his hand on her arm 81
''What is the matter. Ethel? Why, h
you been weeping2 But yes, kno
ne continued, "Harry has left, met
ana he babe me good bye and said
left tonight for the city. To my qr
ton he replied that he did not know vi
he would return; possibly never; and
Ethel, thought perhaps would have
bid you too good bye" and tie face
turned from her was as white as msr7
4'No, she replied in a firm but low vo
I shall never go with him; no, never,
now Wilson, please never speak of
in my presence again. I must forget