The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-09-08

klnu, loving ana FASCINATING, Dut no
one client had placed brief in his
hands, and she knew that their expen
sive house, mode of living and luxuries
were drawn from her purse. She vas
specializing upon this when quick
manly step, a cheerful voice made
every doubt vanish, and she looked ur
to greet her husband.
81 have come up for you to ride
Hattie, SO don your habit The broad
braids, little wife-you know my weak.
ness. Nothing sets off such mignon
little faces as yours like heavy braids
and dropping plumes."
"Nonsense"
Sense, assure you. When you tie
that black beaver over those dark
brown braids, and let the broad rim
shade your face, I defy the world to
produce such an irresistible little fe-
male"
She was nimbly plating the rich pro-
fusion III slair while he sp - >e -. = e::s
there was a long silence. Turning from
the glass for his approving smile. she
was surprised to see him sunk in a rev.
erie, and to judge from his appearance,
a painful one.
"What is it, Edward" ...
He raised his head as he felt her soft
hand on his shoulder.
"The old story, Hattie. Nobody
trusts me but you; | cannot command
one client. They think that my motive
in marrying was mercenary one, and
they hold back from me. Let him live
on his wife's money, and leave the pro-
fession open to those depending on it
for bread"
81 am almost tempted to echo the
wish"
"No, Hattie, there are temptations
enough for me to live in luxurious in
dolence; let your influence bear where
it has ever rested, upon something no.
bic, if you can find it in such wasted
nature us NINE"
eff had not found it, should | be
your wife now? Who first led me to see
where my wealth could bring me the
blessings of the poor? Who pointed out
to me the secret charities that make
lonely hearts glad, and comfort proud
poverty without the weight of obliga-
tion' Who told me of students strug-
Cling to support widowed mother or
sister, or vainly trying to save the
means Of getting an education! Whose
delicate, searching and anonymous let
tiers have sent relief to those tempted
to curse the world and die, yet too
proud to wear any but smiling face
over wretched heart? How proudly,
say, my husband led me to such deeds
and taught me that wealth is lent to
give an account Of it at last, whether
wasted or blessing Others"
"Ah Hattie, your sweet face first
made me look back into my heart and
find there only wasted opportunities
and Ii useless life. What wonder If
turned from such sight to try and aid
you in your own loving schemes of
charity, only bringing a mans frequent
opportunities to assist you in your
work"
THE horses, sir p said servant, and
Hattie sprang UP from her seat beside
her husband to get her hat.
Another year and the crash of 1878
swept Hattie Du Rand's fortune away.
Her uncle came to tell the news, and
left her stunned-sick with the pros
pect of poverty and, spite of herself,
shuddering at the thought of her hus-
bands dismay. All the weary day
passed and he came not. Had he left
her to bear her cross alone? Stung,
indignant at her own heart for such n
thought, it would recur as the evening
set in and he came not. Wearied with
waiting, sick with apprehension, she
threw herself on the sofa and sobbed
in bitterness and loneliness.
| Hark The well-known step on the
stairs; but not slow as of one disap.
pointed, but springing and light.
HE does not know" she thought,
"and must tell him."
He came in with such q bright face.
his cheeks glowing, his eye bright. his
lips smiling, that she turned faint at
the thought that she must blast all his
f joyousness.
:, "Crying, Hattie ?" he said. with his
Z face changing to a looSS 81 tender SYM
pathy.
"You are very late" she said, trying
to steady her voice.
ooh, you must get used to that. I
shall keep business hours now. Off in
the morning-home for an hour al
lunch-and then off again till dinner y
"Have you heard?" she whispered.
Eyes. Do l seem hard and unfeel-
: ing, darling? Forgive mel But, Hattie,
) dear, you shall not feel any privation
that my love shall keep from you. We
8 shall not be rich; many things must be
/ spared, yet, trust me, will work hard
J. before You shall suffer. OH cannot
II cannot help it, Hattie! / am glad
i glad of thisl You are mine. Now
can prove to you. and to the world
!: that your fortune was nothing to me!
I | have seen your uncle to-day, and
, through his kindly exerted influence,
have secured the situation as book-keep-
+ er in a wholesale grocery store"
II "You-you, Edward, with your REIN
, ed tastes and luxurious habits?"
ii "Why Hattie, the salary is 81 900 a
year. Think of earning that!"
/ "Oh, Edward my own Lowell And
here the sobs came too thick for more
, words. His own voice was husky as he
, |ssid:
D But for you, Hattie, should be
{ now q miserable lounger-a gambler,
t perhaps, or worse. [ feel that am a
J Imam, with a trne heart and willing
) lenergy, and the turning point of my
life was your words, trust you, Ed
ward. You did trust me. arc, Cox!