The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-11-10

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snoken complaint; che is upright; he is
Unselfish. He is kind to the fly on the
wall He loves me and no other What
more do want in husband? He suits
me- And rs for his religion, what does
that signify when, at any rate, we both
worship the same God?'
A wear from that time Hero did not 90
to theashop much; she had little SON
and not such very little one either-a
bouncing, magnificent boy, with his
mother eolorS and eyes, full OF life and
JOY and spirit, and quite the most remark
able baby in the world. And so, when
the child was six months old, it seemed
TO More Van More. in his happiness, that
he was wrong to deprive his family of the
blessing of knowing of such blessing,
and he wrote home for the third time,
but this time to his mother.
This was shaking the red rag in the
face of the bull. Mr. Van More trampled
up and down his wife's sitting room
awhile, reared and stamped and snorted
and beloved, and not unit he had re-
duced her to tears for having brought
such son into the world, and had pur-
sued it till she gasped for breath and had
to have the maids and ether and hot
bottles, did he subside into silence and
thought.
That this son of beggarly shop-girl
of a Jewess should be the Van More
Never never, if he had to put out the
light of all the Van Nores at once
Joycelyne, his eldest daughter, should
marry young De We're, and he should
take the name of Van More. For sum
OF money More should break the entail
aud renounce his name, taking instead
that of his low-born wife. And so JOY
celvne's son, who was a foregone con-
clusion in Mr.. Van Nore's mind. should
be the great Van More to come. He had
q satehel packed within an hour, and he
slept that night, for the first time in his
life, in a vulgar sleeping-car, always
before having left the train at nightfall
rather than be one of the promscuous
cauaille sieepinga common sleep. Days
and nights and days and nights of this
perience for Mr.. Van More. He added
( it all up against his son. And the self
1 ishness of 1.-THE modern traveller did not
/ tend 10 increase his appreciation of his
kind? His Sind2 Not the least bit his
+ kisdi Mr.. Van More was more than
( eykr persuaded that he was a superior
/ integer of the race-marBing. perhaps,
one of those points of progress from
which one developmentsteps to a higher.
4 At last he stood in the presence of his
/ daughter-in-law.
sbapeless little greasy Jewess, sell
inc old clothes-Or a stately young god
/ dess assuming human smile? One con-
+ vulsive sensation thrilled across him of
pride in Nore's taste at least, souring in
stantly to anger TO think that taste was
all. And then he opened the subject.
''No. father-in-law, said Hero, firmly.
despite his wincing, and after the fashion
of speech in use among her people. mo,
money Nor win we surrender our
name; it Is our name by all right and
law that it is yours. And, as for your
grandson, we have no power 10 forswear
his birthright for our mess of pottage.''
1t was a will rs strong rs his own that
opposed him. Storming was OF no use
here Tie left the house without another
word, and left Hero dancing her crow
inc boy in the broad TRANSPORTING sun
BEAM looking up proudly at her husband,
vet fondly, to see if really she and the
boy compensated TO him for all he had
lost.
An hour afterward Mr.. Van More was
brough; back TO his son ON Il stretcher;
two trains had colided, and he was
among the killed and wounded. An
artery had been severed, and before a
physician could reach him he was bleed
ing to death When, at length, the flow
was staunched. and he lay fainting and
sinking away, 1T is almost hopeless, :"
Msaid the surgeon. ''There is little blood
II in his body"
The sight of his dying father had
BANGED the current of lore i ate feel
i. If | could but give hin, ndnep'
Z cried
1T would do him small good, - san
thedoctor, looking at the pale and spind-
ling fellow with an anatomist's con-
tempt; and from him the glance travelled
u Hero. standing near in her abundant
life. with the dancing boy in her arms,
still followed by the sunbeam. Hero
read the glance in moment, and had
given the child 10 her husband
Here, Doctor she said, barring an
arm that Hebe. carrying life and nectar
to the gods, might have lifted.
"Doyou know what it means for you?''
said the doctor. And for your child,
perhaps? Loss OF strength, it may be of
health -''
Il know it Is my husbands father,
my child's grandparent, " she said slow
". If my blood can save him, it Is
right that he shall have it, And when
4 she came to herself after her first faint
ing-lit, save for fatigue and languor, she
did not know that she. felt much the
worse. and her father-in-law was smil-
ing ut her with lustre in the eyes that she
so lately saw nearly set in death.
Strange and awful moment for Hero!
She had given life to this man. She had
gone behind the veil of death and dark
ness anG worked with the forces of crea-
a hot nor. a
him such rs there could be between no
y other people in the world. For half a
fainting heartbeat she thought she had
made him; for half rs long again he
lthought she had. She felt her heart ir-
radiate with a tender warmth toward her
husbands father. She fell on her knees
beside him and kissed his hand O..
my father she said, .'you must forgive
US. for we love youl''
As for Mr.. Van More. never saw any,
body happier than he was. some weeks
afterwards on his way home with his
party. His son accompanied him, with
the nurse of a superb rosy baby folded
in white fieecy woods. and lady. stately
as any Princess ought to be, butsseldom
is with her black bear-skin robes about
her. . She IS very teachable," thought
Mr.. Van More. =. A month of our life
VIII give her all the SGcotr-f6tre she
needs. Her tact is inestimablen And
then he wondered if she could hold her
own with Jocelyne. . My grandson,
the future Van Nore,r he said to every
acquaintance he came across, and they
all seemed to be travelling on various
portions OF that trip. .sHero, my dear.
My daughter-in-law, Mrs. Van More
Ny daughter-in-law. A great addition
to our circle, assure you. An old fam
lily, an old family. We've are not ex
actly, so to say, related, but we-we-we
have some of the same blood in our
veinsl''- Harriet Prescott Spoford, In
z our Continent.
Sacrifice OF an Indian Bride.