The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-06-11

good Miss Burton, viii never, never
know
.she does knowrs exclaimed the list
ener, entering with a square piece of
canvas in her hands. on are false,
too, Jeanne.te Moorei False as Florence
herself! And now / ask you to explain
this.p 80 - - so
She turned the canvas toward them,
| and disclosed picture; a scene familiar
to them all. the lawn at Burton Hill,
and three figures there -MissJeannette'
father, with a paper in his hands, his
head bowed with grief-she herself
kneeling with her piteous face lifted to-
the sky-while Roy stood at distance,
calm and white, with O terrible agony
in.his brown eyes. This was Jeanie,s
idea of how they had looked on that
dreadful morning, twenty years before,
and she had written, in tender, girlish
pity, the name, ssGloria's Desertienn in
one corner.
s'You painted it?''
..Yes,h Jeanie found voice 60 reply.
.sYou are false to- me, to a23i Now
take this vile thing and leave my housed
You are to wait for nothing-go mme-
diatelyi Win YOU stand aside, Lau-
rence?''
She. seized the shiyering form, led her
to the door, and put her outside. Capt.
Wiffmore followed her.
~sYou are mad, Jeanette" he ex-
claimed, as the door closed on, poor
Jeanne. LET me explain. l."
s'You will not say a wordr' The
brown eyes looked their defiance.
..Neither will you follow her until morn
ing. Lcommand it, and ! will see that
my commands are enforcedr'
The morning broke clear Jeanette
Burton stood at the low window in the
library, her sunken eyes turned without,
where a figure toiled its way to the gate
of Burton Hill. 1t was a man, tall and
majestic, whose eyes never left the limp,
helpless figure he held.
Miss Burton threw open the window
as he approached.
'.She cannot be brought herer' cried
she.
He lifted pair of dark, stern eyes to
her face, and stepped over the easement
with his burden, which he placed upon
the lounge by the CRATE. Poor Jeanne
was wet through, and utterly .uncon-
sciorls. Her lashes rested upon her
white cheeks, and her long, soft hair
fell like a veif half over them.
ssYou are Jeannette Burtonpn the
stranger asked abruptly
II am.
land she is--''
"Jeannette Moore.@. =.
Florence BHrton's daughterP'
.'Yes. zz ZE6
81 thought so; / recognized the pict-
ure. 1t is sadly defaced. Do you know
what it isP''
He held up Jeanie's picture. all wet
and soiled.
Il do. But who are youe''
Il am Robert Burton. the Roy of this"
He pointed TO the canvas.
my brotherr' Miss Jeanette cried.
Jeanne stirred and lifted her violet
eyes.
81 meant no harm, Miss Burton" she
said family Ellis eyes were so beauti-
full, and wanted to see how they would
look sorrowful. So painted it, and
then 1 pat in the others, You and Mr..
Burton. Please forgive me-"
Miss Burton left the room and return
ed with Capt. SWittmore. who looked
with frightened eyes at Jeanie.
s.Jcannette,n he said huskily, turning
to her, ssyou must'hear me now, for her
sake, whether You will or not / wanted
her to keep my secret. Five years ago
/ was gambler-no inoffensive PLAYER,
but desperate gambler, with no high
er employment. They saved me, Harry
Moore and his gentle, violet-eyed child.
l loved you, Jeannette, and l did not
want you to know. Poor little Jeanne,
she kept my secret well. v
Thanks, whispered the girl, feebly.
and tainted dead away. =
She had not been false, after all, but
she. had paid for her truth almost with
har life
When at last she recovered. there was
a quiet wedding at the Hill, and Clio
ria, Everybody called her that now,)
took her away with the captain and her
self to their-aaMn home. After little
while Jeanne went back to Burton Hill
with Roy, as his wife.
..Jeanie, the true" Roy calls her
lauohinoly, sometimes, and then, with a
tender clasp-af@ the slender form, he as
sures her that the child has atoned q
thousand times for all the pain the
mother caused him.