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

"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 bad man, Judge, but one
who was wickedly reckless in using
money. Well, he is dead, and his widow
keeps this house."
"And this daughter-how old is she?"
Nineteen or twenty, l should judge.
She is so little and fair, she looks like a
child. You are tired. Cy."
every tired"
"You are pale as death. will leave
you to rest. Pleasant dreams"
! Pale as death, and with his large,
dark eyes full of startled light, Cyrus
Worthington paced the floor after his
friend had retired.
cit is fate!" he muttered. "Destipy.
What accident could have thrown that
girl across my path three hours after
landing in New York. Eloisc, only
daughter of Daniel Hunter L. makes
me dizzy to think. If, after I'll, can
grasp what / have coveted for years!
Patience, patience!''
He paced the room for hours, till the
gray dawn crept in at the WINDOW, when
he threw himself on his bed Tor few
hours repose. A man of iron will, of
steady nerve, he had been assaulted by
the strongest, fercest temptation of his
life, and he wakened only to renew the
mental conflict.
A late breakfast was presided over by
woman about forty, his landlady, but
there was no sign yet of Eloise Fever
ishly DESTROYS to see her to form some
estimate of her from his own observa-
tons, Cyrus Worthington fingered in
in the house all day.
| He was man who, once having re-
solved upon any course of action, could
not be turned aside by trivial or by
weighty opposition, and he had resolved
to marry Eloise Hunter, never having
seen her face or heard her voice. SO,
with this purpose in his heart, he threw
all other considerations to the wind, and
waited to make the first move in this
game of life, for two.
Educated, as he had said himself, bya
man whose soul was wrapped up i'll his
! profession, the scholar had absorbed
much of the teachers enthusiasm. But
while DIR. Worthington looked steadily
at the nobler aims of his profession, the
power to alleviate suffering, to aid man
| kind, Cyrus loved it for it's more abstrllse
investigations, its scientific scope, its
broad field for self-aggrandizement. To
make name in the medical and scientific
world, by some new work of value, to be
known as the great DR.. Worthington,
was the end of all his study and research.
But his ambition was second to his
avarice. Not for money itself, but for
free control of the luXuries money will
procure, he longed for wealth; not
merely comfort-that his own income
secured-but riches, power to live in
palace, with a score OF servants, with
luxury in every appointment, and money
scientific studies for which he had an
earnest love, and from which he derived
all his dreams OF fame.
A man III perfect health, who had
never injured an iron constitution by any
excess, of hard, keen intellect and strong
will, he was dangerous wooer for far
Eloise Hunter, lily in her fair, sweet
beauty, with delicate constitution,
timid to fault, and modest as a violet.
He was in the drawing-room in the
afternoon, reading novel, half hidden
by the folds of a curtain, when he saw a
lady coming across the carpet, who he
| felt sure must be Eloise Hunter, Small
as child of fourteen, exquisitely fair,
with wealth of golden curls caught
from low, broad brow, sweet, child
like mouth, and purely oval face, she
was as lovely vision of glrlhood as ever
| man q ewes rested upOn
Yet, Cyrus Worthin9 on, studying the
face, unseen himself, thought only:
"How weak, timid, easily intlu-
enced!"
| Not one thought of the wrong he was
| to do her dawning womanhood troubled
| him. Whatever scruples of conscience
! had troubled his nights vigils were all
crushed under the iron heel of his will
and there was no thought now of turning
back from his purpose. While his eyes
still rested upon her face, Eloise opened
the piano, and from the little taper fin
ger flowed the music that comes only by
divine gift, the outpouring of inspira-
ton. 1t moved even Cyrus Worthing-
ton, no mean judge of the wondrous exc
cution of the girls fingers, or the power
of her genius. From a heart full of sad
ness came wailing melodies, melting in
to dying cadences, full Of fearful mean
ing, then slowly there gathered on the
sweet lips an intense smile of wondrous
radiance, and the minor passages were
changed to tender ripping airs, happy as
an infants smiles, till some glorious
cords of grand harmony completed this
true maiden's dream.
1t was evidently holiday work, for with