Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-09-04

ready TO dare much evil, reckless ana
hard, to be wrecked in dissipation,
or sour in misanthropy; my love will
win him to nobler aims and higher
aspirations.
1T is a dangerous experiment,
Hattie,
Only one more argument and |
leave the decision in your hands: |
love him For his sake | could bear
sorrow, poverty, anything but incon-
stancy. With him life will be glad
through any suffering without him,
the future looks mournful and dreary.
If you so decide I will dismiss him,
but my heart will break in doing it,
for ! love him p
And so, by her last argument,
Hattie Lawler won her uncle's con-
sent to her marriage.
The world shrugged its shoulders
when the news came out. The men
congratulated Edward upon his sue
cess, and smiled knowingly to one
another as they spoke; the women
shook their heads and wondered how
Hattie could be so blind as not to
see through 'sthat dandy's" schemes.
They had been married one year,
and Hattie was beginning to wonder
if Edward had been seeking her fort
une after all. He was devoted as
ever, kind, loving and fascinating
but not one client had placed brief
in his hands, and she knew that their
expensive house, mode of living and
luxuries were drawn from her purse.
She was speculating upon this when
a quick, manly step, a cheerful voice
made every doubt vanish, and she
looked up to greet her husband.
II have come for you to ride, Hat
tie, so don your habit The broad
braids, little wife-you know my
weakness. Nothing sets off such
mignon little faces as yours like
heavy braids and dropping plumes.
"Nonsense -
"Sense, / assure you. When you
tie that black beaver over those dark
brown braids, and let the broad rim
shade your face, | defy the world to
produce such an irresistible little fe-
male.
She was nimbly plating the rich
profusion of hair while he spoke, and
there was a long silence. Turning
from the glass for his approving
smile, she was surprised to see him
sunk into a REVERE, and to judge
from his appearance painful one.
"What is it, Edward?"
He raised his head as he felt her
nanQ on MS shoulder.
''The old story, Hattie. Nobody
trusts me but you; cannot COM
mand one client. They think that
my motive in marrying was mercen-
airy one, and they hold back from me.
Let him live On his wife's money,
and leave the profession open to
those dependent ON it for bread"
81 am almost tempted to echo the
wish"
"No, Hattie, there are temptations
enough for me to live in luxurious
incidence let your influence bear
where it has ever rested. upon some
thing noble, if you can find it in such
a wasted nature as mine.'
s'If / had not found it, should be
your wife now? Who first led me to
see where my wealth could bring me
the blessings of the poor? Who
pointed out to me the secret charities
that make lonely hearts glad, and
comfort proud poverty without the
weight of obligation? Who told me of
students struggling to support wild
owed mother, or sister, or vainly try
ing to save the means of getting an
education! Whose delicate, search
ing and anonymous letter have sent
relief to those tempted to curse the
world and die, yet too proud to wear
any but a smiling face over wreck
ed heart? How proudly, i say, my
husband led me to such deeds and
taught me that wealth is lent to give
an account at last, whether wasted
or blessing Others -
"Ah Hattie, your sweet face first
made me look back into my own
heart and find there only wasted OPP
portunities and a useless life. What
wonder If | turned from such sight
to try and aid you in your loving
charity, only bringing a mans fire.
/ quent opportunities to assist you in
your york;
1.-The horses, sir p said a servant,
and Hattie sprang up from her seat
beside her husband to get her hat.
Another year and the crash of 1878
swept Hattie Du Rand's fortune
away. Her uncle came to tell the
news, and left her stunned-sicb
with the prospect before her, and, in
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 beal
her cross alone? Stung, indignant Al
her own heart for such thought, il
would recur as the evening set in ano
he came not. Wearied and waiting
sick with apprehension, she threw
herself on the sofa and sobbed in bit
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