The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-06-11
FALSE Or TRUE.
BY ROBERTA EARLE.


Miss Burton; but must have a home,
or die. win be maid, seamstress, any
thing you wish. for a home''
Miss Burton's beautiful brown eyes
had never left the speakers face; for
twenty years she had steeled her heart
against all pertaining to this girl, and
yet now she found it hard to withstand
those lovely, pleading eyes.
''If you take me, Miss Burton,n con-
tinued the sad Young voice, II viii serve
you so gladly. ! have battled for my
self two years, ever since poor papa
died, and now l could wish to die my
SELF
.'Hush, girl! No one dares to wish
that. You know my story, Jeannette
Moore, mine, your fathers and your
mothers, and you cannot wonder that,
although win keep you, i expect only
ingratitude.
II thank you," said Jeanette Moore,
slowly. Perhaps sometime can prove
that / am not ungrateful.e
Miss Burton waved her white hand,
commanding silence; then she rang a
bell, and said to the maid who answered
it,
..Open Miss Florence room 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-
" glorious. They had called her ''Glo-
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 thousand times more attrac-
tive than stately Gloria, and Roy was
madly in love with her; so muchso that
Mr.. Burton reluctantly consented to
their engagement when Roy was eight
cen, and his cousin two years younger.
Gloria had been promised to Harry
Moore, a handsome young artist, as
aristocratic az 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
Florence started for the village with
Harry Moore. to make some trifling
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
per6dy. But Jeanette Burton reigned
calmly on at Burton Hill.
Only a year after the runaway bride
died, leaving a tender baby girl, whose
name she asked might be Jeanette, for
the pirl they had wronged.
Jeanne Moore was happy indeed I'M
IL 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 to
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.
'Falser' Miss Jeanette whispered
bitterly, half angry with herself Like
mother, like ehild.''
Yes, Jeanne Moore was fair and fasci-
mating, with diainond-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 gotten
it. She secured pupils, and gave lessons
in drawing and painting, and soon won
her tiny share of fame. She became a
general f:EaEite, too, for she had a
pleasant word or a smiling glance from
those wonderful violet eyes for every
one.
She took deep interest in Burton
Hill, where she found 50 many memen-
toes of her dead, reverenced mother. La
the art gallery, seldom entered now,
huag that mothers picture, away from
the rest of the .Burton's, of whose faces
Roy's pleased Jeanie best. There was
something in the brilliant. proud, and
yet kindly brown eyes that made her
pity him. He had loved her mother, and
she (Jeanie always sighed here) had be-
trayed his love.
The old wound in Jeanette Burton s
heart had healed, and Harry was utter
ly forgotten in the deep, womaniy love
which, IN her maturer years, she gave
to Capt. Wittmore. He, a grave man
of forty, loved her as man only once
loves, and his heart warmed as he read
her letter, asking him to come to Burton
Hill, and telling him of its new inmate,
Jeanie Moore; and yet he shivered.
When he met the girl he seemed nerv-
GUS, anu us lstGb tistiGss do liC AOohStt ~
to the bright eyes and took one little
hand.
$50 you are Jeanie Moore he said.
sYes.'
Jeanie flltered, with flushed cheeks
and downcast eyes, which did not es-
cape Miss Burton notice.
Here are some views that arrived
Yesterday from Scotland, Laurence, J"
She remarked. IF you viii come into
the west parlor you can see Them IN o
good light. -,
Il mean to try the picture" the girl
whispered, when they left her alone
Roy Burton's eyes would look lovely
sad. and must try it. But why did he
come herep I thought he meant to stay
in France, where he was when we knew
him. Well it cannot matter.
But she found it did matter, when it
was too late Capt. Wittmore watched
.leanie more than half the time. and
talked to her, it seemed, the other half.
Miss Burton grew anxious. Had not
Florence taken Harry frem her? Was
II lust for her child to win Laurence
hriftmore? No, mol Heaven WAS un-
kind to her.
It was a dark, stormy night in No
yember. the tliIsi month OF Jeaniels
stay I'D Burton Hill. They had been sit
tine in the library, Jeaiiie apart from
The others, painting on head Of the
WATCHDOG. Hero, and Capt. Wittmore
md Miss Burton talling eassf,fand
little ooniiientiallv, until the latter was
called away.
When she returned. some fifteen min
utes later. she found tlfe captain penu- :