Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-01-16

my own? Have not clothed and edu-
Gated you and given you home?"
The benefcent woman uttered these
questions glibly, as she ought, for she
had asked them every day for the last
twenty years.
Linnie was silent and her heart was
bitter.
The most common servant would
scarcely have cared for the sort of life
Linnie had led with the capricious Mrs.
CARL.
Yet, like all noble souls, Linnie had.
exaggerated every deed of real kind
ness, and in her gratitude forgot the
petty wrongs, the senseless tyranny,and
the unjust burden of responsibility i'm
posed upon her young life.
What have not done for you, Me
linda? Are you deaf that you stand
there like stone idiot and never an
swer? Will you marry Mr.. Gilmour, or
will you refuse him and let your poor
old sick aunt lie here and die of poverty
and despair?"
And then the sobs began to come and
she pleaded as only such woman for
such cause can plead.
ooh, be merciful, my dear child. 1t
will save my Lip, and it will be bless
ing to you. Mr.. Gilmour is an e1cep-
tionally-fine man, and once his wife
you would want for nothing"
And thus she persuaded and expostu-
lated, until the girl almost yielded
quite.
Surely Erie Warford has nothing to
do in causing you to hesitate?"
Everything" answered Lirnie.
Melinda, I am ashamed of you,"
cried her relative, reused into fury of
sham dismay. "Have you no self-re-
spect that you still care for one who has
treated you infamously?"
"He may be dead, aunty."
Dead! What silly lunatic you are,
to be sure! Erie may have rich
grandfather, whom he will find it profit
able to please in marrying. But it is
profoundly evident to me that when the
young man left you he did not intend to
return. He is just the sort of 1nan to
amuse himself in a Irritation of this
kind. For gracious sake don't let Mr..
Gilmour suspect anything of it."
The girl turned, her dark eyes afre
and her delicate cheeks afame.
II shall tell MIR. Gilmour," she en-
phatically declared; "and then, If he
still desires me for wife, will marry
him."
She had scarcely uttered her sudden
decision when her elderly suitor came.
The gentleman looked curiously
doubtful and anxious. Perhaps his
old heart was not an icicle after all
"Then can never hope that you will
love me?" he observed. after listening
to what Linnie had to tell him of Erie
Warford.
She turned upon him her proud, still,
white face.
Under that impressive mask she
thought that to the day of her death she
should carry a passion-haunted heart.
Begging your pardon" she replied;
"was not this to be business trans
action only?"
He smiled at the ready response.
(Which we must discuss and arrange
in a sure and proper way" he said, and
made his departure only half pleased.
Shortly after various and costly arti-
cles for superb feast were sent up to
the lite room.
eve shall have our Thanksgiving
dinner" said Mrs. CARL, and that night
her dreams were those of the gratifed
and sef-satisfed.
Not so the young girl who lay by her
side, for Linnie was wretchedly sleep
less and remorsefully miserable, and ali
night through the dusk of the chamber
her lily flower cleaned just as CHASTITY
white as her own troubled face.
Thanksgiving morning.! And the
merry bells poured out their peals on
the sweet, crisp air. Beautiful women
in furs and velvets and diamonds
passed by to the palaces of worship, or
the mansions of feasting. And yet
everywhere, even within the sound of
those gleeful bells, thousands of hun
cry innocents shivered with cold, and
thousands of homeless men and women
could say with the prosecuted One:
"The foxes have holes, the birds of the
air have nests,b the Son of Man hath
not where TO lay His head"
I wonder if the world is ever as
thankful for the good it has done as for
the good it has received?
Linnie thought bitter things that
morning. Ali her life long she had
been hampered and fettered, and now
she was tine football of destiny that it
seemed impossible to avoid.
Much as she esteemed Mr.. Gilmour,
she shrank from such a soulless union
with him as she would have done from
any other thing that desecrates woman
hood.
Cursed be the social wants that sin agains. tn
strength of youth
Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the liv
ing fr1fhi