Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1880-05-13

writhe in agony, if by her torture he
could haye wrung one new fact for
science, and in the scheme of his life, the
heart pangs of girl counted for less
than nothing.
And willie 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 Eloise had been
promised in delicate words that could not
be resented as bribery.
Your dear mother may live for years
in quiet home, but this constant care
and toll are 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 folded close in
her own heart, and whispered nothing of
her love for Bert. Ii on her wedding
day her white, drawn face was corpse
Like in its forced composure, what cared
Cyrus Worthington for that? Hehad won
his game.
Only one week after his wedding day,
leaving Eloise with her mother, he wend-
ed his way to the office of leading
lawyer and asked for an interview
"You We're lawyers for Gervase
Hunter?" be asked.
"We WERE"
"You are aware that he died in Paris
last September"
"We were not aware of that Our
business has notrequired correspondence
since that time"
81 was his physician and to me he
committed the care of all his papers, the
will among the number"
Him; making you his heir?"
ono, sir; making his nephew's only
child heiress to his wealth-nearly a
million, understand"
"Nearly double that sum. You will
leave the papers?"
"Assuredly, and Mrs. Hunters adj
dress. Miss Hunter became my wife
one week ago. leave you the address
of my assistant in Paris, the lawyer who
drew up the will and the witness, that
you may ascertain that all is correct"
And unheeding the lawyers keen scru-
tinizing looks, Cyrus Worthington
bowed himself out of the Office.
GA bold game" the lawyer muttered;
"he has played his cards well. "
And while he spoke there was a noise
in the street, rush of many feet, clat-
tering fall.
ga scaffolding on the door house Civ
en- way" clerk cried, with white face,
"there are men killed Nine or ten,
they say"
Nine or ten bricklayers, lnasons, car
penters, and one gentleman who had been
passing by, and in whose face the law
yer recognized the features of his late
visitor.
Dead, with his scheme complete
Dead, with the road to his ambition,
gold, strewn open before him. Dead,
with his hands upon the wealth he had
planned to win. Dead.
They carried him home to his young
wife, and tenderly broke the truth to her.
Even in the first shock, she felt her heart
recoil when the lawyer told her of the
errand completed two minutes before
her husbands death. She had not loved
him, but had she never known his base
ness, she could have mourned hld
friend lost. 1t was two years before
Bert came to share her home, to be the
husband of her heart, to fill the paradise
her mother had painted. But in their
happiness they give Cyrus Worthington's
name the charity of silence. Never is it
spoken by the wife he deceived or the
friend he wronged.