The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-09-03

purpose of her own; but Mr.. Beloe was
totally different. He only spoke OF
thing when he was quite obliged, and you
got nothing from him but the plain, UNI
vanished truth. Therefore his. words
opened her eyes to the actual state OF the
case as it stood.
"They would never dare send you to
prison, papaP"
"Why not, my dear?"
because, though you may have been
unfortunate, you have never been dishon-
est or anything of that kind"
"People will hardly believe that my
intentions were good when they know
that | have been keeping up such an
establishment as this upon nothing"
"But why didn't we retrench, then,
papa?"
Because, my dear, your mother always
tried to persuade me that if we altered
our style of living it would ruin all your
prospects"
"But l had no prospects,"
"There was Mr.. Roper" suggested Mr..
Beloe, timidly.
II never dreamed of marrying him."
"No%' and Mr.. Beloe's voice bore
very hopeless accent. "Your mother led
me to suppose the contrary"
"Then | am afraid she has misled you
cruelty, papa.
"Never mind, my DEAR" sighed Mr.
Beloe; "you shall do just as you like, of
course. If it could have been, it would
have been great help to me, no doubt,
and given me a chance of retrieving my
fortunes; but if you dislike him so very
much, we won't say anything more about
it,"
II don't dislike him, papa"
"You don't, indeedw and Mr.. Beloes
anxious face frightened visibly; "then
perhaps"
"No, papa," interrupted Euphemia,
quickly; II know what you mean, but l
can not marry him."
"My dear, it shall be Just as you like"
he answered in his patient, sad voice. 81
am sure you will do what you think is
is right, and l would starve twice over
before I urged you into a marriage that
was contrary to your feelings in any
way"
"Oh, papaw and she threw herself
into his arms; ''if you only understood,
or | dared to tell you!"
He patted her head soothingly, just as
he used to when she was little child.
"You mustn't fret, Phemie-you
mustn't fret. dare say we shall all feel
better when the crash is over. Expect.
ing it every day makes one so nervous
and those awful accounts! | have pored
over them until my brain seems on fire,
and can see nothing but rows of figures
everywhere"
"Then, papa, why not leave them
You can do no good, | am sure"
"No my dear. | am always fancying
I must have made some mistake, and
they IL turn out different if I 60 over
them again. I shall get back to my Of
flee almost directly, and you may as we'll
tell your mother, if she asks, that l shall
remain there all night"
"But, indeed, papa, you must not! You
will be quite worn out"
He shook his head with a sad smile.
"Not half so tired as you will be after
all your waltzing."
ooh, papa! | can not attend this ball. "
"Your mother wishes it, Phemie, and
she will have SO little pleasure for the flu
ture."
He ended with sigh. 1t must have
been a sad thought to him that the
woman who should have comforted him in
adversely after having shared his pros
perity, should care to go out now that he
was in such trouble. However, though
he did not say so-Mrs. Beloe had taught
him, in the long years together, that she
cared more for her own qualification than
for his feelings. Mr.. Beloe could not
bear to tell his daughter that ruin would
be far less terrible to contemplate if his
wife were different woman"
But Euphemia OWNED his thought,
and pressed closer to him, with her large
ewes moist with tears.
"You will promise me one thing,
papa?
"Let me hear what it is, first"
"You won't walk back to your office
again? You will want all your strength,
remember, for the coming trial"
He looked up at her with smile of
such touching, patient resignation, that
it haunted her for the rest of the eve
ming.
"My dear, would much rather. If !
get thoroughly tired out, may, perhaps,
fall asleep in my chair for few blessed
moments; lnd excepting in this way, ]
have had no rest for whole week."
"Then stay at home and 60 to bed.
You would, perhaps, sleep tonight"
"No, my dear, no. But don't trouble
about me Phemie-I shall do very woll
and it's nice to have you clinging to me
again, as you used to do when you were
little lassie no higher than my knee.
The world has stood between us some.
times, l am afraid, but there will be
nothing to part us for the future"
: He looked at his watch, hurriedly.
} "Why it's eight o'clock, declare! II
| don't get off this moment, I shan't have
nearly time to do all my business. Dance