The Russellville Democrat., 1880-07-29

his profession, the scholar had absorbed much Of the teachers euthusiagm. But | while Dr. Worthington looked steadily at the nohler aims of his profession. the power 10 alleviate suffering. to aid mankind, Cyrus loved it for it's more sbstrusc investigations, it's scientific scope. ii4 broad field for selfaggrandize- ment To make a name in the medi- cal and scientific world by some new ' work of value, Co be known as the great Dr. Worthingion. was tho end of ali bis study and research. Bnt his ambition was second to his avsricc. Not for money ifselt, but for free con trol of the luxuries money will pro cure, be longed for wealth; not merely comtort--that his own income secured- but riches, power to live in a palace with a score of servants, with luxury in every appointment, and money to spend | freely in the pursuit of those scientific studies for which he had an earnest love. and from which he derived all his l dreams of fame.
 A man in perfect health, who had never injured an iron constitution by an excess, of hard, keen intellect and strong will, he was dangerous wooer for fair Eloise Hunter, lily in her fair. sweet beauty, with a delicate constitu- ton, timid Co fault, and modist as a violet.
 He was in the drawing-room in the afternoon, reading a novel, half hidden by the folds of a curtain, when he saw a lady coming across the soft carpet. who he felt sure must be Eloisc Hunter. Small as a child of l4, exquisifely fair. with a wealth Of golden curis caught from low, broad brow, a sweet, childlike mouth, and purely oval face, she was as lovely q vision of girlhood as ever mans eyes rested upon.
 Net Cyrus Worthington, studying the face unseen himself, thought only:
 "liow weak; timid, easily imfluencedp
 Not one thought of the wrong he was tO do her during her dawning woman- hood, troubled him. Whatever scruples of conscience had troubled his nights yigils were all crushed under the iron heel Of his will, and there was no thought now of turning hack from his purpose. While his eyes still rested upon her face. Eloise opened the piano. and from the little tapered fingers flowed the music that comes only from divine gift, the outpouring of inspira- ton. lt moved even Cyrus Worthing- ton, no mean judge of the wondrous execution of the fingers or the power of genius. From a heart iuil of sadness came wailing melodies, melting into cy- ing cadences full of fearful meaning, then slowly there gathered an the sweet lips an intense smile of wondrous ra- dienee and the minor passages were changed to tender, ripping airs, happy
 ~ an infants smile. till some glorious chords of grand harmony completed this true malden's dream.
 It was evidently holiday work for with a sigh Eioise took book of alarm. look ing exercises from the music rack, and began Co practice tn real earnest
 Cyrus M0rthlngton drew further back in the folds Of the curtain and resumed his novel An hour flew hy and then Mrs. Hunter came in.
 Five o'clock. Eloise, and pitch dark. Are you praeticing properly m the dark3'
 "I know these lessons by heart, man. ma" the girl answered in a low sweet voice, with a shade of wcariness in the tone.
 Don't waste time, darling" the mother sail anxi0usly. "you know cannot pay for music lessons, and next year you must try Co find scholars"
 "l wish you would let me heip you more,' was the reply. 'it seems wicked for me t0 be studying ant practising while you have so much care and work"
 "lou will help me soon. But ! want you Co be independent, kl0ize. l may dle, and you could not run this great house, but you could teach. Go up stairs now; the gentlemen will soon be coming In to dinncrn
 Did the new boardcF come last nightg"
 "Dr. worthipeton? Yes, dear. Mr. Loring tells me he is a great physician, author of some mcthcal books. and wonderfully skilliul He s well oa. too"
 "oh, mamma. if he could help that painl"
 "No, dear, no; we will not trouble him with our aches and pains. There. dear, run up stairs. l will send Maggie for you when l eat my dinner"
 Then the paFlor was empty, fr Cyrus ! sauntercd of Co his room when Mira Hunter and her daughter were gone.
 He was nod many days au inmate of Mrs. Hunters house before be discogcf- ed that 1t was not that lady's policy to ! parade her daughter Co boaricrs. Tho l girl lived like a nun, in her own room ] nearly all day, pactising at an hour ] when the gentlemen wcro away and ] few ladies lying down Or out.
 Yet with his resolve in fuil f3rce. Cyrus Worthington contriyed to sce ! Eloise very frequently. nc would bend 1 his great dark eyes upon her face, and l hold her iacinatod for hours by the elo- | quence with which Dc spoke of muric. | of poetry, of all the girl-soul worshippci | He drew from her the story Of the pain | her mother suffered around her heart. | and delecately offered professional ser l vice, where his skill ayallcd Co bring re- l lief, thus making ono step by winning I the gratitude of mother and child
 But while his own heart knew n0 l more now than before the sweetness of I love, he read in Eloise's eyes none of I the emotion he hoped Co kindle there. Heart-whole himself, he had not been | without conquests in his selfish life I Women had owned the magnetic pakcr 4 in his great dark eyes, his rich voice. \ the winning eloquence of his tongue 4 Belles, whose conqucsts were oi weli- known number, had let him read the l love he awakened in their eyes, and I flirts had owned themselves beaten at Il their own game.
 Yet this shy violet, this recluse, hk. 4 ing him well, gave him no part to her heart. One word from Bert L0ring, one glance Of his blue eyes, would call up I flying bushes to the fair cheeks al I f ftFeta I... n . "