Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-12

yet too proud to wear any but smllln
face over wretched hearth How prouo
ly, L say, my husband led me to sue
deeds, and taught me that wealth is Ter
to give an account of it at last, whethe
wasted or blessing Others"
"Ah! Hattie, your sweet face mrs
made me look back into my own hear,
and find there only wasted opportunitle
and a useless life. What wonder If
turned from such sight to try and ali
you in your own loving schemes O
charity, only bringing mans frequen
"The horses, sir!" said servant, ant
Hattie sprang up from her seat besid
her husband to get her hat.
Another year and the crash OF 1877
swept Hattie Du Rand's fortune away
Her uncle came to tell her the news, ant
left her stunned-sick with the prOspec
of poverty, and in spite of herself, shud
dering at the thought of her husband'
dismay. All the weary day passed, ant
he came not Had he left her to bear he
cross alone? Stung, indignant at her OWL
heart for such thought, it would recul
as the evening set in and he came not
Wearied with waiting, sick with appre
hension, she threw herself upon the sofa,
and sobbed in bitterness and loneliness.
Hank! The well-known step on the
stairs, but not slow as of one disappoint.
ed, but springing and light.
"He does not know, and I must tell
him." she thought.
He came in with such a bright face,
his cheek glowing, his eye bright, his
lips smiling, that she turned faint at the
thought that she must blast all this Joy
business.
'sCrying, Hattie" he said, with his
face changing to look of tender sympa-
thy.
''You are very late,'' she said, trying
to steady her voice.
"Oh, you must get used to that.
shall keep business hours now. Off IN
the morning-home for an hour at lunch
and then off again till dinner"
"Have you heard?" she whispered.
eyes Do l seem hard and unfeeling,
darling! Forgive me! But, Hattie dear,
you shall not feel any privation that my
love can keep from you. We shall not
be rich; many things must be spared; yet,
trust me, will work hard before you
shall suffer. OH [ can mott can not
llclp IL, I1dGllc1 jill Sidu-S1<lel VI tAio.
Y gu are mine. Now | can prove to you,
and to the world, that your fortune was
nothing to me! L have seen your uncle
to-day, and, through his kindly exerted
influence, I have secured the situation
as book-keeper in a wholesale grocery
store.'
"You-you, Edward, with your refined
tastes and luxurious habits?''
"Why, Hattie, the salary is $1,000 a
year Think of earning that"
ooh, Edward, my own love!' And
here the sobs came too thick for more
words. His own voice was husky as he
said:
'But for you, Hattie, [ should now be
miserable lounger-a gambler, perhaps,
or worse 1 feel that l am man, witllIa
true heart and willing energy, and the
turning point of my life was your words,
Il trust you, Edward You did trust
me, and, God willing, will will win that
trust worthily.
Nobly he kept his word The luxuri-
Gus home was sold, and in quiet house
they began life again humbly. There is
one child, second Edward, to knit. his
parents hearts in yet closer bond, and
Hattie knows that between her and pow
erty there stands true heart, willing,
strong man.
''For better, for worse" they took
their path through life together, and the
trust Of their betrothal will make their
life sunny, though sorrow may for time
shade their way.