Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-05-16

"But, joe" said the girl, and her voice
faltered little as she spoke, "you know
what you wished cannot be. You wish
me to marry you and risk the chances of
life. I cannot leave my father. He is
aging sadly. I think his poor eyes are
growing dim; and now he would rather
have all his beautiful music played to
him than do it himself. Joe, my great
hope is that I may oe able to take his
pupils for him."
"You would do it we'll, Hattie. You
have such wonderful knack of manag-
ing people"
The girl smiled, and in her smile there
was a peculiar hooking expression which
seemed like ripple about the mouth.
She became grave again.
"He has worked for me, Joe; it is fit 1
that should work for HIM.
"But If could get work near, you
need not leave him, Hattie. We could
marry and all live together"
"No, Joe; we are 100 young to tetter
ourselves with such uncertain prospects.
Alone we may struggle, and If we fall
we fall alone, and drag down no other;
but were we married, and your employ
ment so uncertain, cares would come on
US more quickly than We could meet
them. Believe me, Joe, we are best
single"
There was no selfshness about the
young fellow, yet man-like, he could not
forbear the answer:
"Hatte, you think more of your father
than you do of me. My young life
He stopped abruptly.
~ should DE no good wife to you, Joe,
if failed as daughter. Do not press
me more. God knows am sorely tried
already" and the pent-up tears came at
last.
Then Berthfeld inwardly called him
sells many frightful names, of which
"Unmanly wretch" and "Brute'' were
the least severe. But he only said, audi
bly,:
81 know, Hattie. Forgive me-" And
the words were scarcely out of his mouth
before he was forgiven, for the warm,
round, white hand was again placed con-
fdinglY in his. He continued: "The
worst IS yet to come, Hattie' His words
came slowly and as if dragged up by the
roots. II have undertaken to work my
way to Japan, and the captain Of the
steamer has promised to get me work as
soon as we arrive. I did hope to have
begun higher up, but I've never shirked
work and III show that 1 can do good
and earnest days work. I've toiled with
dust and dIt and oil and what not, and
I'll do it again. I know my trade thor
oughly. The lowest as we'll as the high
est part of it, and-and-I'm young and
strong"
eyes, it's all true" said poor Hattie
and these four words were all she could
say.
81 shall not forget you. Hattie. It
may be twenty years before we meet
again, but even then I shall be yours
only"
hattie smiled, but this time it was a
poor, worn, wan, struggling smile.
81 shall be old and gray and faded
then, joe"
"It does not NATTER" he returned, with
q loving, steady face. "You may be old
and faded, worn and shriveled, but you
will be more to me than any other wo-
man."
A great mist seemed to have come over
the river, and the girl said, oh, so sadly
so lovingly:
1--WE must part now, dear joe"
They walked on silently for little
time.
81 sail tomorrow, Hattie" he said, as
they reached the OLD church. II bind
you by no promise
eve have the world before US, and we
have Ged to aid US, dear heart" she re-
piled.
They stood and gazed sadly on the
gravestones; there seemed nothing but an
atmosphere of dampness and decay there
among them, only the warm love and the
young hope in their breasts. But these
triumphed even in the sadness of the
hour. He held her in his arms for one
last caress, and then released her. In an
other moment he had gone.
And SO they parted with wrung hearts,
fearing as many young lovers have feared,
that the hour-glass of time, or the scythe
of death, would stand between them in
this life.
And the river flowed calmly onward to
the sea.
Joe Berthfeld returned to New York
and to the boarding house. where his
worldly goods were packed ready for tran
sit, in depressed and remorsetul state
Of mind. He was miserable enough heav-
en- knows, and though he bit his lips I'M