The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1881-01-21

| you can't agree to this, we may as well
| give up all our hopes.
Wait until tomorrow. and I'll try and
answer then. Turning quickly to the
carriage behind them, she adds: We
will go home now, and l viii think until
the morning. No, you mustn't talk to
me = imperiously, rs he commences to
speak.
Very charming she looks, with her lit
tie, naughty air. but very commanding
and her lover very wisely leaves her to
the balancing of duty and inclination, of
prudence and self-will, that is so sure to
turn i'll his favor All through the even
ing and the next forenoon she is the
usual bright fairy that her father wor-
ships; but hardly has the carriage left
the door when she turns to Jimmie, who
Is standing behind her, with the words
a. will go with You tomorrow"
Poor little lipsl How white they are
and how they quiverl Jimmie Gordol
really loves her, and is very earnest il
the ambition that first prompted him:
but for few moments he wavers in his
purpose, so cruel in its sacrifice of this
victim to n destiny so uncertain. He
can hardly be blamed for the utter sell
tishness of his plan when we think of the.
to INN, tremendous value of the prize,
and the training that has never taught
him his intentions are wrong simply be-
cause il has never held up to him the
possibility of them; but still he cannot
help feeling his responsibility in stealing
a defenseless girl from her home, and
doing it 10y means of systematic deceit
toward both her and her father. Only
for few moments does this last, and he
clasps in his arms this trembling frame
~, oil IN : oil
TO the manliness that she sees in the
fierce triumph shining ont of his eyes.
The next day all the soft beauty has
gone out of Nature. and her stcrner
mood seems aroused by the unnatural
betrayal of hospitality and deliberate
deception instead of being allayed by the
happiness of the lovers. The water that
forty-eight hours before spoke only Of
the Skimpole side of life with its lazy ac-
cent, now lashes itself TO wake TO the
coming storm. The gentle tapping of
the waves Is changed to Gn uneasy rush
and hoarse whisper; their bright diamond |
points give way to a dull, leaden hue /
that is only hardened 10y the white cap |
cleaning with their continuous energ. |
as far rs the eve can reach. As ouT run
aways fly along on the railway &c ROches |
ter, they see the storm-rack
Come rolling IN ragged and Drown.
and in that sheet of spray and rain anc
wind, each movement overtaking an
hiding another and another sail the
think they see n shadow of the darkness |
lying before them and fOrbiddiug
glimpse of their future
OF this part of their story there is lit /
to tell. Ii we were to follow them we /
would see them on the wedding tour. |
happy IN the present, and thinking little /
of any trouble 10 come. Then came the 4
return of Mr.. Larton, his grief Mt his 4
daughters flight and anger Mt her hus- /
band; his inquiries, too late, about jim |
ME 10y letters and even detectives. with /
the reports Of mortal turpitude and bad |
reputation that the detectives feel born6 |
TO give him to justify their use and tia
pay; and finally comes the day whe
under the influence of these reports. O |
his hurt pride and disappointed affection, |
and spurred on by his wife's cautious en-
couragement, he writes to Mr.. and Mrs. |
Gordon, waiting for his answer IN New |
York, that they shall never enter his
house
We viii pass over the receipt of this
letter, with its message of sorrow to |
Eta, Of anger and bitter disappointment
to Jimmie; over the brief year after the 4
marriage, while they live modestly on a
few thousand dollars that Eta had in
her own bank account at the time of the
over the awful day when.
this giving ont, letter begging pardon
and reconciliation is replied to with:
DEAR SIB-Your favor OF the 2Sth received.
My letter to you of year since fully covers the
question upon which You touch. Please con-
slider our intercourse and ndcorrcspondenccc closed.
''lours truly, HENRY LABToN."
A nd tba storm -rocIx clpeoI Io,t-,, ,,,-o,-
them, driving into their very souls the
mist and cold
The little girl born few weeks before
this Is their only child. and its babyhood
knows only hardship; but when. at five
years old, she bcgins to delight her
father with n miniature of Eta Larton
that trouble has so quoted and changed
into Eta Gordon, she has a father who
is man, instead of the selfish. lazy
parasite the forgiveness by Mr. Tarton
would have made him His old friend.
Mr.. More. long before this had got him
n start in n clerkship with a very small
salary; but meeting one day Mrs. Pc
ters. who had always been fond of him,
she persuades Mr. Peters TO secure him
another lift, by which he improves him
self; so that, six years after his marriage
day, he finds himself beyond the reach Of
want although still a poor man. As
the little family sit on this evening. n
cheerful circle, though with tine cloud
that recollection still casts over them, q
visitor comes. So changed is he from
the Henry Larton of old, that Eta
pauses before she flies to his arms.
''My daughter, says this white-haired
man, 81 am widower again, and have
come to ask you if you will come back to
me.
go papal I love you still, and I pity
you; but 1 have a husband and n child"
MY dear, smiling, 'I don't want to
separate you from them. Can't you bring
them with You"
Excuse me, sir" interposes Jimmie.
II cannot be taken by my wife now:
md our struggles together have at least
taught me that it is better to make my
pwn living than TO live on any mans
llms."
"Mr. Gordon, I do not wish you to
come for your sake, but for mine; and if
he reports of your business capacity are
rue, L think l shall get the better of any
bargain L can make with you. / have
earned, in short, that you have brains,
rs well as a handsome face, and am pre-
pared to be proud of my son-in-law'
Let us leave them here. This, ON
Jacob served his apprenticeship for only
SIX years, and that after he got his
Rachel; but it served him in good stead
md like Hopeful in the story book, he
ound his fortune when he had truly
earned it.