The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-01-31
ALL FOR LOVE.

evil no one go for her2 viii no one
go off for my child, my only child?"
shrieked the miser, wringing his hands,
and running to and fro in the crowd,
But all turned away. There was scarce
ly soul present who had not suffered at
the hands OF the hard-hearted money
lender. .
sob? for the love OF beaven-you who
are fathers, think Of me! My daughter
will perish Il you do so for her, Town.
send2 I'll give you anything, anything
in reason"
go for herP Not II" said the man,
with mocking laugh, shaking off the
miser; "all your gold would not tempt
me out on that boiling sea. Besides, amt
a father, too-think you I'll sacrifice my
life for another. No, no, old hulk, you
must take your gold and carry it to some
other market" .u..
"Oh! she will die! my child for whom
I have saved all! Peter Jones, you will
go II give you hundred pounds?"
"Not for ten thousand" grumlY said
the person addressed.
az will give thousand to any one,'
eagerly said the miser-"a thousand
pounds. know you will go for thous.
and pounds, Simon, and he seized one oil
the spectators by the button Of his shaggy
jacket. "0h, 60, and the blessings Of o
broken.hearted man will go with you"
81 can't think Of 1t, for I'd never return
to enjoy your money. No, old man." said
he, in a more feeling tone than the other
had used, "she must die"
"Must die! Oh, no, she shan't die, Take
all l am worth, good sirs," he said, lifting
his hands imploringly, "but restore me
my daughter. 0nly-only hope you'll
spare little for us to live on, IL it's nc
more than beggar enjoys"
"It's no use, old man." said the last
sneaker, "the world would not tempt US to
put out to sea in tempest like this. IT.
hard lot you've got to bear; and pity
your daughter, for she was sweet angel
But the packet will go to pieces in half al
hour, and so, you see, there's no more
hope"
The father heard the speaker in silence
Then he turned and looked out ut sea
where a few minutes before the outline OIL
the standard packet might have been seer
through the approaching twilight, almost
buried in the whirling foam that howled
over the bar on which they layj but now
darkness had shut her from view, and the
only knowledge OF her position was de
rived from the sounding Of her minute
guns booming across the sea.
The old man groaned, and, sinking upor
a board, buried his face IN his hands ant
rocked his body 10 and fro, ocaasionall,
pausing 10 listen TO the guns or gaze sea
ward, and than Tesuming his position
moaning continually.
| Piyo minutes might have thus passed
when Q young nan burst through tn
crowd, and shaking the old man by tn
shoulder. sRidI
"Mr. Sterling, they say,your daughter
on board the packets that soP
ayes, good youth, and yon have com
TO rescue her" be exclaimed, starting u
. with eager Joy; but ,vgea hp recognize
! tho speaker, he said in q tone 81 sdlsal
: poininent, eIRs Harry Martini Ql
. surely, young pan, you haye not come
triumph over my distressT
"Heaysn forbid" was the tervent repl!
,I come TO aid You, II, indeed, mortal cal
; lin an extremity like this. Let by.goni
he by.pone. Only answer me opb que
: tion. for nothing isto be lost; VIII 20
let me have your daughterit l succeed
IeseYipg herP .,
There vas q poapptary pause, and u
q muscles Of his face worked congglsiyel
= All pressed forward to hear his answe
| for the fury With which the old man hI
= nMrsued his daughters loyeF and the q
elaration that he wopld rather Ree b
II dead than married TO the young man We
= known to every listener,