The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-06-23

OF DrOtncrly love In THIS very CnrlStlan
country, were almost strangers to each
other for the best part of their lives.
You, your uncle never saw, for your
father lived on his wife's small property
in the north of Scotland, and you were
brought up in that remote region until
you were sent to Paris, to be there edu-
Gated under the surveillance of your
aunt, and you therefore never made the
acquaintance of John Arden, OF Arden,
your fathers only BROTHER
''My father had such horror of
being misinterpreted; had he sought to
make his daughter known to his rich
brother it might have been thought -
''That he wanted to get that rich
brothers money, It might have been
thought? My dear girl, it would have
been thought! Your father acted with
the pride of the Northamptonshire Ar
dens; he acted like a high-minded En-
glish gentleman; and he acted, in the
eyes of the world, like a fool. You
never, then, expected to inherit your
uncIe's money?'
"Never! Nor did ever wish it. My
mothers little fortune would have been
enough 1Of me.
Il wish to heaven you had never had
a penny beyond itr'
AS Horace Margrave said these few
words, the listless shadows on his face
swept away for moment, and revealed
settled gloom, painful to look upon.
He so rarely spoke on any subject
whatever in tone of real earnestness
that Ellinor Arden, startled by the
change in his manner, looked up at him
suddenly and searchingly. But the vail
of WEAKNESS had fallen over his face
once more. and he continued. with his
old Indifference:
ITO the surprise of everyone, your
uncle bequeathed to you, and to you
alone, his entire fortune. Stranger rs
you were to him, this was an act, not of
love to you, but of duty to his dead
brother. But the person he really loved
was unconnected with him by the ties
of kindred, and he no doubt considered
that it would be an injustice to d;sinkerit
This stranger, this pro:eye of your
uncle's, is the son of lady who once
was beloved by him, but who. loved
another, poor and humber than Squire
Arden, of Arden, and who told him so,
candidly, but tenderly. as a good woman
should tell a man of that which she
knows may SILVER the whole fabric of
his life. She married this poorer sutton,
George Dalton, young surgeon in
small country town. She married him,
and three years after her marriage she
died, leaving an only child, boy. This
boy, on the death of his father,
which happened when he was only four
years old, was adopted by your uncle.
He never married, but devoted himself
to the education OF the son of the woman
who had rejected him. He did not,
however, bring up the boy to look upon
himself as his heir; but he educated
him as a man ought to be educated who
has his own path to make in life. He
had him called to the bar, and Henry
Dalton had pleaded his first cause q
wear before your uncle's death. He did
not leave him one farthing.''
"But'-
"But he left his entire fortune to
YOU, on condition that you should marry
Henry Dalton within a year of your ma
jority.''
land if I marry anyone else, or re-
fuse to marry this apothecary's son, I
lose the fortune?''
Every farthing of it,
A beautiful light flashed from her
eyes, as she rose hurriedly from her
chair. and, crossing the room, laid her
hand lightly upon Horace Margrave's
shoulder.
$50 be it," she said, with a smile.
81 will forfeit the fortune. have a
hundred a year from my mothers estate
enough for any woman. Twill forfeit
the fortune, and'' - she paused for a
moment, "and marry the man love-"
We have said that Horace Margrave
had pale complexion; but as Ellinor
Arden said these words, his face changed
from its ordinary dark pallor to dead
ly ashen hue, and his head sank for
ward upon his chest, while his strongly
marked black eyebrows contracted pain
fully over his half-closed eyes.
She stood little behind his chair,
with her small gloved hand resting
lightly on his shoulder, SO she did not
see the change in his face. She waited
a minute or two. to hear what he would
say to her determination; and, on his not
speaking. she moved away from him inn
patiently, and resumed her seat on the
other side of the large Office table.
Nothing could have been more COM
plete in its Indifference than Mr.. Mar
graves manner, as he looked lazily up
at her, and said:
my poor romantic child! Throw
away fortune of three thousand a
year, to say nothing of Arden Hall, and
the broad lands thereto appertaining.
and marry the man you love?" My
sweet, poetical Ellinor, may l venture
to ask who is the fortunate man whom
you love?''
1t seemed very simple and straight
forward question, emanating, as it did.
from man of business, many years her
senior. her dead fathers old friend, and
her own guardian and trustee, but, for
all that, E]lino. Arden appeared utterly
unable to endure it. A dark flush spread
itself over her handsome face; her eye
lids fell over her flashing eyes; and her
lips quivered with an agitation she was
powerless to repress. She was silent
for some minutes, during which Horace