Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-05

| tell you what / felt when came upon
you so suddenly to-day with my little
sleeping boy, nor what g revelation. from
heaven came to my heart that thus it
might be-must be. said we were fell
low-mourners; can we not be fellow COM
| fortersg''
l could not speak. The sobs ! had
suppressed, the trouble had been fight
ing, had their own way now.
Harry looked at me in doubt and dis
tress.
"What is it, dear Ellinor? Do I hurt
yous Do I shock you9 Have you no
heart to give me? No. will not ask
anything now. Calm yourself, sweet
child; rely upon me. I will not say an
other word if it distresses you like this
Unjust speak, I cried, with des-
perate effort. "Harry, Harry, how can
you ask such things of me, when you
know that you can never care for any
body again as you diu for Susie?"
Il know he answered.
"When you know that I am no more
to be compared to her than this little
common flower at my feet is to be COM
pared to an exquisite half-blown rose,
petal after petal laden with sweetness,
down to its secret golden heart?"
"Yes," he answered, picking the little
common flower and holding it to his lips.
cts not the rose. But tits heart s-ease.
It has it's own missien, Its own per-
fume.''
GAp1 ID MT oyaolx &c Dard,o,, o,;oJ
more passionatelY than ever. "Do not
tempt me with him. I wish he and
could go away together to some secret
place, and l could have him always"
"Dear, you may have him always. No
other woman ever shall.'
A long pause ensued. I determined
to grow calmer befcr speaking again. It
was so hushed that we could hear the
stirring of some little rabbits III the BUSH
es behind. He looked at me entreatlng-
~. shook my head.
"No, no, Harry: do not ask me, do not
tempt me. am not much of a girl, I
know, but / am worth more than that. I
ought to be first In the mans heart who
marries me. No, do not speak. You
know I cannot be first with you, and so
cannot marry you. Oh, dear!" sighed,
sthere Is nobody on earth with whom /
am first! nobody who loves me best of
ALL,
The string Of the rabbit became vio-
lently excited, and with great crush
Ing of leaves and parting of branches,
and rending of little blouse, Bardie tore
| himself from his liar, and flung himself
upon me. Yes, yes, my darling Nora"
he said, with tears, kissing my head and
face and hands, II love you the best of
all, my own Moral want you. Go away,
papa. Marry marry Bardie, Nora
dear!" and he threw his arms around me
and buried his head in my neck.
eyes, Nora" cried Harry, clasping his
arms about us both, ''marry Bard1e, mar
~ us both. We do want you; we can't
possibly live without you. There Is no.
body on earth, there never will be, whom
we love half so well. Sweet Nora, say
yes, and make Bardie and me perfectly
happy"
They had conquered. My heart yield.
ed to both father and child, and made
full surrender, with my head on Har-
rvs shoulder, and my arm around his
child, and my tears all kissed away; and
a wonderful sense of home belongings,
and fullness and content, gloHed through
and through me, and l felt as if Susie
smile came down in the sunbeam, irradi-
ating the whole scene, and blessing the
new part was to take in the lives which
her death HAD left wrecked and stranded.
Aunt Urania came to meet us as we
returned to the farmhouse, putting on
her spectacles OF discovery as she came.
But it needed no glasses to see what had
happened. Dewy eyes, disheveled tress-
es. happy, agitated face, told the whole
story, even without the help OF the
ecstatic child in wofuliy torn blouse
growing over his victory, and hardly
waiting to get within earshot before
proclaim1ng the secret In his clear high
voice:
"she's going to marry me, Miss scud-
dymore; she promised she wouldr' And
then, as an afterthought, he added: "Oh,
and papa, tooo