The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-05-11
FALSE Or TRUE
BY ROBERTA EARLE.

"Only home; / ask nothing more
Miss Burton; but must have a home
or die. I will be maid, seamstress, any
thing you wish. for home.n
Miss Burton's beautiful brown eyes
had never left the speakers face; fo
twenty years sne had steeled her hear
against all pertaining to this girl, ant
yet now she found it hard to withstand
those lovely, pleading eyes.
eff you take me, Miss Burton" con
tinued the sad young voice, Il viii serve
you 50 gladly. l have battled for my
self two years, ever since poor paps
died, and now could wish to die my.
selfn
Hush, girl! No one dares to wist
that. You know my story, Jeannette
Moore, mine, your fathers and your
mothers, and you cannot wonder that
although | will keep you, expect only
ingratitude.'
II thank you," said Jeanette Moore,
slowly. perhaps sometime can prove
that | am not ungrateful."
Miss Burton waved her white hand
commanding silence; then she rang q
bell, and said to the maid who answered
it,
.'Open Miss Florence's and have
it arranged, for Miss Moore will occupy
it henceforth."
When Jeanette Burton was sixteen,
(she was almost thirty-seven now,) she
was vision of beauty seldom seen;
those calm, powerful brown eyes and
classical features made her pre-eminent-
ly glorious. They had called her Clio
ria'' in those days, but now it was only
Miss Jeanette, or Miss Burton.
The family had then consisted of Mr..
Burton, his son Roy, and Gloria, beside
Florence, the child of his only brother
Florence Burton was not beautiful, but
she was a thousand times more attrac-
tive than stately Gloria, and Roy was
madly in love with her; SO much so that
Mr.. Burton reluctantly consented to
their engegnment. when Roy was eight
cen, and his cousin two years yonnSer.
Gloria had been PROMISED TO 1rdfry
Moore, a handsome young artist, as
aristocratic as he was poor, ever since
her childhood. On her seventeenth
birthday she was to be married, and
great preparations were made for the
wedding. One week before the time
Harry Moore, to make some trifiing
purchase for the bride, and never re-
turned The next morning word came
that they were married.
The shock killed Mr.. Burton, and sent
Roy, the gay, care-free Roy OF old,
away from the loved home of his child
hood, where he might forget Florence s
perfidy. But Jeanette Burton reigned
calmly on at Burton Hill.
Only a year after the runaway bride
died, leaving tender baby girl, whose
name she asked might be Jeanette, for
the girl they had wronged.
Jeanie Moore was happy indeed un-
til her father died and left her penniless;
but she took up the burden bravcly, and
worked for her bread with all her might
She struggled for two years, and then,
worn out and disheartened, applied tc
| Miss Burton for aid. / think even then
| the lady would have refused her request
| but for the girls eloquent, violet eyes
| so like Florence Burton's; those she
could not resist.
s'Falser' Miss Jeannette whispered
bitterly. half angry with herself. Like
mother, like child"
Yes, Jeanie Moore was fair and fasci
mating, with diamond-like eyes, like the
Florence of long ago; but whether she
| too, were false, only time would tell
| She was at least true to her word; she
asked only home. and she had gotter
it. She secured pupils, and gave lessons
in drawing and painting, and soon wor
her tiny share of fame. She became ;
general favorite, too, for she had {
| pleasant word or smiling glance from
those wonderful violet eyes for every
| one.
She took deep interest in Burtor
Hill, where she found so many memen
toes of her dead, reverenced mother. Ii
the art gallery, seldom entered now
hung that mothers picture, away from
| the rest of the Burton's, of whose face
Roy's pleased Jeanie best. There wa
something in the brilliant. proud, ant
yet kindly brown eyes that made he
| pity him. He had loved her mother, ant
she (Jeanie always sighed here) had be
trayed his love.
| The old wound in Jeanette Burton
heart had healed, and Harry was utter
ly forgotten in the deep, womanly low
| which, in her maturer years, she CAV
| to Capt Wittmore. He, grave mai
| of forty, loved her as man only one
loves, and his heart warmed as he rea'
her letter, asking him to come to Burtol
Hill, and telling him of its new inmate
Jeauie Moore; and yet he shiyered,
When he met the girl heseemed nerv
Gus, and his face paled as he looked in
TO the bright eyes and took one ltd
hand.
80 you are Jeanne Moore" he said
Yes"
Jeanie faltered, with flushed cheek
and dowucast eyes, which did not es
cape Miss Burton's notice.
Here are some views that arrive
yesterday from Scotland. Laurence.
she remarked. If you win come int
the west parlor you can see them in
good light"
Il mean to try the picture" the gin
whispered, when they left her alone
Roy Burton's eyes would look Lowell
sad. and-I must try it, But why did h
come here? / thought he meant to sta
in France, where he was when we kne'
him. Well it cannot matter"
But she found it did matter, when
was too late. Capt. Wittmore watche
Jeanne more than half the time, an
talked to her, it seemed, the other hal