The Russellville Democrat., 1880-07-29
RLOIsE'S INHERITANCE.

IL NNH bAAAtA hfAAAA tAA AfNNNAiRtts A promise of cold, dreary winter to come. f when two gentlemen some 3s or co years old sat over wine and cigars in an up- town boarding-house in New York city. One, the youngest of the couple, had landed a few hours before from Euro pean steamer, and had been telling travel CTS tales to his companion, far into the night hours.
 "Rich?" he said, in answer to a ques- ton. No, but little richer than when lett here. But l have gained experi- ence and knowledge in my Paris life There is nothing like the French schools and hospitals for doctor. Bert, 1 would not take thousands of dollars and miss the last few years"
 But you are glad to come home, Cy. 4 rus?"
 ''Homel" said Cyrus Worthington. with short, bitter laugh, "this is my home, room in boarding-house, and l chose this because you were here, my old friend and chum."
 "But your relatives?"
 T do not know of one. Dr.Worth ng- ton took me from charity school when was six years old, because had curi- ous variation of scarlet fever he wished to study out at leisure. l was an odd child, smart and active, and before the fever was cured he became fond of me and adopted me. We must have been a strange pair, Bert, the old bachelor. wrapped up in his profession, and the eltish half-starved ioundling. But we were very happy. Until I went to EIar- yard, where we met, Bert, my benefae. tor, educated me himself, and dcvour- ed books. l had no one to love, and books filled the craving of my heart, so ] studied every thing before me, includ- ing the medical works in the library. You won't believe me, suppose, if tell you l could use a disseeting knife before was l2 years old"
 "I do not doubt it. We all considered you a prodigy of learning at Harvard. By the way, how did you ever come to leave the doctor for college?"
 "He desired it, distrnsting his own powers of tuition after l passed IT. When I came home, as ysu know, be- came his partner and assisiant until he died, leaving me S30,000, and l fulfilled my lifelong desire and went to Paris"
 "Was that all that drove you to Paris2 No love dream, no fair companion on the stedmer"
 None. I am heart-whole at 3S. Can you say as much?"
 Not l. My heart is as full of holes from Cupld's darts as skinner. My last love though is the sweetest maiden ever won heart with soft eyes and golden curls. You shall see her. In your travels you have seen no fairer face than Eloise Huiter's."
 Over Cyrus Worthington's face came startle look that was almost terror.
 "Eloise Hunter" he cried, then added, with forred carelessness, lit is a pretty name. Who is she?"
 The daughter of our landlady. Did not mention .her name when I wrote you had secured rooms for you here7"
 No"
 Well, that is her name. She is the widow of one Daniel Hunter, who died leaving her without one dollar, having squandered her fortune as well as his own. Not a bad man, I judge, but one who was wIckcdly reckless in using money. Well, he is dead, and his widow keeps this house."
 And thls daughter-how old is she?" ,, Nineteen or twenty, should judge. She IS so little and fair she looks like child. You ar tired, Cy2"
 Very tired.n
 You are pale as death. will leave
 
 Pale as death, and with his large, dark eyes full of startled light, Cyrus Worthlngton paced the floor after his friend had retired.
 Y Tt IS fatel" he muttered Destiny. What accident would throw that girl across my path three hours after landing m New York? Eloise, only daughter of Daniel Hunter! It makes me dizzy to think. If, after all, am to grasp what have coveted for years Patiencel patience!"
 He paced the room for hours, till the gray dawn crept in at the window. when he threw himself upon his bed for few hours repose. A man of iron will, of steady nerve, he had been assailed by the strongest, fiercest temptation of his life, and he wakened only to renew the mental conflict.
 late breakfast was presided over by a pale woman about 40, his landlady, but mere was no sign vet of Eloise. Fever lsiiy deslrous to see her to form some esllmate of her from his own obserya. tiohs, Cyrus Worthington fingered in the house all day. He was a man who. once having re. solved upon any course of action, could not be turned aside by trivial or by Welghty opposition, and he had resolved | to marry Eloise Hunter, never having | seen her face or heard her voice. So l |iih this purpose in his cart, he threw 1 all other considerations to the winds, 1 ana waited Co make the first move in l lIis game of life for two.