The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-12-18

so have been told. and you know what
sort OF support that means Serves her
| right, | say again. John Hatton has
done what it was his duty to do-what
would have done in his place-cast
her off and left her TO starve with the
| panpef she CHI ose."
| In the moonlight the face of Miss
| Englehart grows white as the snow
| itself, but she walks on and does not
say a word.
However" cries her father, cheer
fully, that is not what l want to say.
| Rose Hatton's case need never be yours.
All is Harry's, and, except his poverty,
/ never had any objection to Harry as q
| SON. itl-law. SO when he comes to wish
you merry Christmas, my dear Katie. l
| give you leave to name the day."
| A strange light comes into the brown
eyes; strangely resolute expression
sets the pretty. soft-cut mouth.
us he coming tonight, papap"
"You will find him, | have not the
slightest doubt, at the house before you.
1t would be hypocrisy for him to pro-
| fess any grief for that old skinfint uncle,
and Harry is no hypocrite-
"You have seen him since his uncle's
death?"
Certainly, Katie, and was the first
| to congratulate bim. i trust you with
draw your objections to my suit now,
sir!' he says to me, in his naughty
way; lam John Hatton's heir after
all!' A triHe hot-headed is Harry, but
| a good fellow in the main-oh! a very
good fellow! / have no doubt, Katie,
he will make you an excellent husband"
"He means to keep this fortune,
thenp" his daughter says, and says it in
SO odd voice that her father looks at
keep itp What do you meanP
What should he do but keep its By
George! I should think he did mean to
keep ia cool hundred thousand, if a
dollar! May | ask what you mean by
the question:
"Not now, papa, please; l will see
Harry first" she answers, in the same
strange voice-a very quiet voice,
though it startles her father.
"Eook here, my girl" he says, sternly.
Il know you of old-know your high
drawn Quixotic notions about things
in general, and points OF honor and
conscience in particular. [ warn you,
DON'T let us have any Of them here, if
you want to be Harry Hatton's wife.
The lad has come fairly by his fortune
let him keep it in peace"
They are at the house with the last
words-words harshly and menacingly
spoken. They go together into the
parlor, and there, as Mr.. Englehart has
predicted, they find young Hat on alone.
A tall and proper fellow, this Harry
Hatton. with handsome face, and
easer, happy eyes.
cat last" he cries, coming forward,
both hands ontstretched, lust as pa
thence was ceasing to be a virtue.
Thank you for bringing her, Mr.. Engle
hart. Come 10 the register, Katie, and
warm those cold little paws. Has our
stately papa been telling you the good
newsp"
He draws her forward, ewes, smile,
all aligho with love and JOY. Last
night he was in despair-last night this
cozy parlo1' had been forbidden ground
Sorrow ard weeping had endured for
the night, but JOY had come with the
morning. This time yesterday he had
been beggar, and Katie had been re.
fused hi n-to-night he was a rich man.
and K 4tie might be his for the asking.
Papa Ehglehart, after genial, father
in-law sort of a nod, had slipped away
anu ISit bucln lOSCbucl
"Why don't you speak, little grip
cries j lblant Harry, cor has the power
of speech been frozen within you? Wish
me merry Christmas, Katie, and con-
graduate me on my capital fortune"
She looks UP at him with eyes full oil
wistful love.
II wish you merry Christmas with
all my heart, Harry; but congratulate
you on whatp"
Why, hasn't the dear old dad been
telling youp Then wonders will never
cease. On, pshaw! Of course he has
| told you that my uncle is dead?"
Poor old Mr.. Hatton-yes, l know
he is dead"
"And all is mine, Katie, all. And
next April the old house shall have 9
| new mistress, and Harry Hatton shall
have a new wife. Why don't you
| speakP Why don't you smile? What
is the matter with you tonight"
ne ~harry; you mean to keep this in
keep itp" Harry looks at her in
wonder. by Jove, what a question
What should [ do with it but keep it?'
Resign it to Rose Hat.on - Mrs
| Andrews now-to whom it righttully
| belongs"
"a most likely idea, and quite worthy
of Katie Englehart. | have mad poverty
and hard work for seven-and-twenty
! years, and now when the golden shower
+. falls in ny arms / am to resign it t.
Rose Andrews and her drunken brute O
a husband! No, no, Katie; in the nine
ueenth century men Keep ali they get
and they ask tor more"
$50 I perceive" she says, quietly
| though she is trembling as she lands
She draws ring off her finger and lay
it on the table before him. "Our en-
gagement ends tonight, then, Mr.. Hat
ton. Here is your ring
He stands gazing at her, utterly be
wildered.
Katie" he exclaims, "you dom
mean this?n
Il mean it. Harry. If papa had lie
me, would have been your wife il
your poverty-oh, SO gladly-an,
wo. ked for you and with you with al
my heart; out now-now that you tax
the portion of that woman-worse thai
widowed-of those children, worse thai
fatherless-I would die first"
The gentle eyes flashed, into the pal
cheeks an indignant glow leaped, an
the soft, tender voice rang ont as he ha
never heard it before.
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