The daily Cairo bulletin., 1882-06-15
FALSE OR TRUE.
BY ROBERTA EARLE.

"Only home; ask nothing more.
Miss Burton; but must have home,
or die. will be maid, seamStress, any.
thing you wish for 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.
'1f you take me, Miss Burton" con-
tinued the sad young voice, II will serve
you SO gladly. I have battled for my
self two years, ever since poor papa
died, and now could wish to die my
self"
Hush, girl! No one dares to wish
that. You know my story Jeanette
Moore, mine, your fathers and your
mothers, and you cannot wonder that,
although Twill keep you, | expect only
ingratitude.' v
81 thank YOU" said Jeanette Moore,
slowly. Perhaps sometime can prove
that am not ungratetul."
Miss Burton waved her white hand,
commanding silence; then she rang n
bell, and said to the maid who answered
it,
"Open Miss Florence sroom and have
it arranged for Miss Moore will occupy
it henceforth.h
When Jeannette 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 il 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 much so 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, 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
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
perfidy. But Jeannette Burton regned
calmly on at Burton Hill
Only n 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 pennless, ,
but she took up the burden bravcly, and
worked for her bread with all hermieht.
She struggled FOR two years, and then.
worn out and disheartened, applied TO
Miss Burton for aid thlik even then
the lady would have refused her request
put lor tne glrPs eloquent, violet eyes,
so like Florence Burton's; those she
could not resist,
"FalseV' Miss Jeanette whispered
bitterly, half angry with herself. Like
mother, like child"
Yes, Jeanie Moore was fair and fasci
mating, with diamond-like ewes, 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 favorte, too, for she had a
pleasant word or a smiling glance from
those wonderful violet eyes for every
one.
Shs took deep interest in Burton
Hill, where she found SO many memen