The Russellville Democrat., 1880-07-29

| ElOisc, drowning upon poor loving Bert, who, spite of his jests about his we'll riddled heart, gave the young girl true, royal love.
 It was the old, old story. and Eloise, torn by her filial affection and her glrl love. was growing pale and wan as the winter wore away. There was no coer- cion. Mrs. Hunter loved the only child of heart too well for that; but loving her she could not give her to poverty and Bert Loring. And one day when Bert pleaded his cause she told him: "Dr. Worthington asked me this morning to give him Eloise. like you, Bert. You are dear to me as a son, but we must think of the child above all. | You know how dreamy, sensitive and helpless Eloise is. You know that hard work would be slow murder for her. She lives in her music, ker books" And her lovel She loves me-" inter- rupted poor Bert, boy yet in many tender phases of his nature
 And you, loving her, would you see her toiling, slaving, starving, poor mans wife7"
 You put it hastily"
 "I put 1t truly. While can keep this house up you are welcome to a home here, but at any day I may die. | These heart spasms mean sudden death some day Bert. Then where are you going to take Eloise?"
 ''I will work for her." Work first, then, and woo her after ward. My poor Bert, you are too like her to marry her. Could 1 but give you wealth, you could live in poets para disc, you and Eloise, never growing old, two grown-up children. But we are all poor. Do not torture her, Bert; you who love her. Go away and let Dr. Worthington win her."
 She will never love him.o
 Not if you love her"
 'I will go, then. You will let me tell herr"
 "Why? It will only make her life harder If she thinks you suffer. 1 will never force her to marry. But-if Dr. Worthington can win her, 1 tell you ! frankly. it will make me very happy"
 So Bert-honest, loyal Bert, for his very loves sake, turned his face from his love and went to another city, where he was offered position as assistant editor upon a magazine, that was to be fortune in the future, but in the present rather log on the necks of the proprictors.
 And Eloise, wondering at Bert's deser- ton, knew all the sunlight was gone from her life when he said farewell. There had been no secret in Bert's part ing with his friend. Frankly he had told him his hope, love and despair, and pathetically y implored him to cherish Eloise lovingly, if he could win her love.
 Even while he spoke, Cyrus Worth ington knew that this love would never come to answer his wooing; knew one word of his could flood two lives with happiness, yet kept silent. In the days that followed, when he wooed the fair pale girl, tenderly, devotedly, no pang Of remorse wrung his heart, though he knew he trod carefully upon all loving flowers of hope in hers. He was a man who could have seen his own mother writhe in agony, if by her torture he could have wrung one new fact for science, and in the scheme of his life, the heart-pangs of girl counted for less than nothing.
 And while he courted the unwilling love patiently and gently, Mrs. Hunter, with her failing health, her pale face and weary step, pleaded eloquently in her very silence. A home of rest for her mother was what Elaise had heen prom ised in delecate words, that could not be resented as a bribery.
 Your dear mother, Eloise, may live for years in a quiet house, but this con- slani care and t0il is killing her"
 So little by little, wearing out the young hearts constancy by steady per severance, Cyrus Worthington won Eloise for his wife
 She told him she did not love him, but knowing nothing of Bert's spoken love to her mother, she kept her maiden secret oisied close in her own heart, and whispered nothing of her love for Bert. if oa her wedding day her white, drawn face was eorIse-lke in its composure, what cared Cyrus Worthington for that? lie had won his game.
 Only oue week after his wedding day, leaving Eloise with her mother, he Ncnded his way Co the office of a leading lawyer and asked for an inter- view
 -You were lawyers for Gcrvase Hnnt. err Do asked.
 "Me were
 You wers aware thas he died in Paris lasi reptetuhcri"
 we were nol awaro of that. Our husiuess has not required eorrespon- denoe since chat tiule' fl was his physician. and t0 me he committed thc care ot hls papers, his wiH among lbe number
 "h ns making you his heifi'
 "Na, sir. making his uephow'a only chlia heiress to his wralth-ncarly a million I unsicfs'and."
 Nearly doubie ,l.at sun. You wil leave ihe papcsrf'
 "Assafediy. and Mrs. Hunters ad. dress. Mlss Hunter bocams my wiis one seek seo. | leave yoa tho a,hlreas 0f my assistant in Paris, tho lawyer who drcN up fhe wiil ana lhe witnesses. that Yon may ssceriain faat al is cof- recf"
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