Morning journal and courier., 1881-11-24

1 heu6cG a moment, AyrClo, l DeSeocn you ! | You hold my life and happiness in your l hands;' and the voice of Adelbert Tomp- 1 kins trembled as he spoke these words with an earnestness that forbade, even for an in stant, any doubt as to their being the out 1 pourings of his heart. 1 Myrtle Mahaffy was beautiful girl, just ] budding into sweet womanhood, and Adel- bert loved her dearly. They had wandered l together this summer afternoon from the 1 matinee to the street car, and he had asked l her to be his wife It was in answer to this 1 questionable earnest appeal of a man whose whole nature was wrapped up in passion he could neither control or cast aside-that Myr- l tie had spoken the words with which our story opens. She had watched him closely during an acquaintance of nearly two years, 1 and noticed with pain how he sedulously l avoided candy stores and ice cream saloons. q can never marry 8 man" she said to her mother one day, ''who shies at the sight of candy store like country horse at d fire zine" And when the expected avowal came she had kept her word. AdeIbert turned around in dazed sort of way after Myrtle had rejected him, and
 walked swiftly toward the dry goods store which had been so fortunate asYto secure his sesyiceg.-~ A--.-e-~.~ -A All the afternoon Adelbert s1ood moodily behind the ribbon counter, thinking of how he should revenge himself on the naughty girl who had wrecked his happiness At pre- cisely 4:3O o'clock fierce joy lighted up his countenance, and, putting on his hat, he left the store.
 As the bells Iof St. Agnes church were striking 9, a young man sprang lightly up the steps of magnificent residence, and was soon seated in the sumptuously furnished parlor. The proprietor of the house, be- nevolent looking old gentleman. entered the roon Do you wish to sea ?" he said to
 lo1I, fO,a if ha1 -lo bod sprung lightly up the steps.
 ''Yes." he replied, f'you are the person I seek"
 "What would you 2" said the old gentle man.
 sYou are the cashier in the - bank, I believe ?" said the young man.
 'tI am."
 ''You have been stealing the conce n's money. Do not seek to deceive me. You are cashier 'tis enough. Give me s O. 900 or will expose you and ruin your life. Having heard me twitter, you ca1 ch pose your own course"
 For an instant the cashier did not move, and then, going to an elegant escritoire which stood in a corner of the room. he wrote check for 5O,O0O, certified it, and handed the piece of paper, now fortune, to the youth.
 'I have but one favor to ask, he said, ssand that is that you will marry my daugh- ter wouldn't like to let as thing as you are out of the family. She has $100, O00 in her own right, and when dead and the bank directors are in jail on account of my bookkeeping it will suffice to keep you in comfort.
 Two months later Myrtle Mahafy, the cashiers only child, became Adelberts bonny bride. One child, a blue-eyed boy, with golden hair, has blessed the union, and as he cite ar, his brand dfafher'G 1Snea in front 0f tha fire, and asks in his innocent, childish way if stpapa isn't smart man" the old gentleman kisses him fondly and says in soft, low tones
 'sYou're singing on the right key now, sonny"