The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-08-11

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81 have come up for you to ride, Hat
tie, 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.
''NonSensei'
''Sense, I assure you. When you tie
that black beaver over those dark brown
braids, aad let the broad rim shade your
face, I defy the world to produce such
an irresistible little female.
She was nimbly plating the rich pro-
fusion Of hair while he spoke, and then
there was a long silence. Turning from
the glass for his approving smile, she
was surprised to see him sunk in n reverie
and to judge from his appearance. a pain
full one.
"What is it, Edward} 3"
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 eli
ent. They think that my motive in mar
rying was a mercenary one, and they
hold back from me. Let him live on
his wife's money, and leave the profess
sion open to those depending on it for
bread"
81 am almost tempted to echo the
wish"
"Oh, Hattie, there are temptations
enough for me to live in luxurious indo-
lence; let your influence bear where it
has ever rested, upon something noble,
if you can find it in such wasted nature
as mine"
''If l had not found it, should l be
your wife now2 Who first led me to see
where my wealth could bring me the
blessings Of the poor2 Who pointed out
to me the secret charities that make lone
ly hearts glad, and comfort proud power
ty without the weight of obligation p
Who told me of students struggling TO
support a widowed mother, or sister, or
vainly trying TO save the means Of getting
an education Whose delicate, search
ing and anonymous letters 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, I 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 mo look back into my heart and
find there only wasted opportunities and
a useless life. What wonder if I turned
from such sight to try and aid you in
your own loving schemes of charity, only
bringing q mans FREQUENT onnorf1nitine
to assist you in your work r.
"The horses, sir ~ said a servant, and
Hattie sprang up from her seat beside
her husband to get her hat.
Another year and the crash of 1873
swept Hattie Du Rand's fortune away.
Her uncle came to tell the news, and left
her stunned-slck with the prospect of
poverty and, spite of herself, shuddering
at the thought of her husbands 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 a thought, it would recur
as the evening set in and he came not.
Wearied with waiting, sick with appre-
hension, she threw herself on the sofa
and sobbed in bitterness and loneliness.
Hark! The vell-known step on the
stairs; but not slow as Of one disappoint-
ed, but springing and light.
"He does not know" she thought,
"and [ must tell him :"
He came in with such bright face, his
cheeks glowing, his eyes bright, his lips
smiling, that she turned faint at the
thought that she must blast all his Joy
BUSINESS.
Crying, Hattie?" he said, with his
face changing to a look of tender sympa-
thy.
You are very Late" she said, trying
to steady her voice.
''Oh, you must get used to that. I shall
keep business hours now. Off in tie
morning-home for an hour at lunch
and then off again till dinner"
"Have you heard ?" she whispered.
eyes. Do seem hard and unfeeling,
darling2 Forgive me But, Hattie, dear,
you shall not feel any priyation that my
love shall keep from you. We shall not
be rich; many things must be spared yet,
trust me, | will work hard before you
shall suffer. Oh! 1 cannot-I cannot
help it, Hattie am glad-glad of this!
You are mine. Now I can prove to you,
and to the world, that your fortune was
nothing to me I have seen your uncle
to-day, and through bis kindly exerted
influence, I have secured the situation as
book keeper in q wholesale grocery store"
"You-you, Edward, with your refin-
ed tastes and luxurious habits ?"
"Why Hattie, the salary is $1,000
year. Think Of earning that !"
sob, Edward, my own love!' Ard
here the sobs came too thick for more
words. His own voice was husky as be
said
"But for you, Hattie, I should be now
sorahlelounger-a gambler, perhaps,
or worse. l feel that am man, with
true heart and a willing energy, and
the turning point of my life was Your
words, 4 trust you, Edward You d;d
trust me, and, God willing, I will win
the trust worthily."
Nobly he kept his word The luxur-
ious 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
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