The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-11-11

Hone bounded within nm. III the star
should fall from the sky to his arms!
He wrote his father-I forgot to say that
he could write-that he wanted his in
fiuence to help him marry the most
lovely, the most virtuouS, the most bril-
liant of women, who waited behind the
counter of her fathers little lewiston.
The answer to this letter made his hair
stand on end. Cold, sneering, vindic-
tive, cruel, threatening-what should he
do but show it to her? Her blood would
have been cold and thin stuff had that
not made it boil. Il can never go back
to him. said More. "ltis the last blow
he shall strike me-"
"Would you be happier here in the
shop helping me?" she asked.
.'Beyond measured he cried.
So she told him to see her father that
night. She meant about the situation
he meant about wife. And her father,
in as good and strong contempt as Mr..
Van More himself could feel, ordered
the fellow from the house.
THE worthless varletr' cried the old
man. "Can he earn his salt? What do
| care for his name and his family and
his entaled moneys-the dog of Chris
tian! He can have them all; but he can't
marry my girl to an idiot"
"He is not an idiot, father said Hero.
There is more in him than any see,h and
she calmly canvassed the subject. "He
has been made to look up till he does
not know how to look straight ahead.
Some day he will assert himself"
.'You?' said her father. "You?
believe you care for the lout! When YOU
have sweethearts to fill a regimeIt'
When you can marry any man in the
county,
Il don't know she said. Il am
sorry for him. Icare to have him Fappy
he has had so much unhappiiess.
And at that moment they heard sgroan
outside, and they ran to the doorto pick
up More Van More, helpless andJuSt re-
turning to consciousness, with broken
leg.
Hero installed herself as his chief at
tendant, In the long hours of patient
pain, in the devotedness q his silent
worship for her, something stirred her
heart that was not pity. heaven knows
what it was! There are some strong ma
lures that must wrap themselves about
the weak. The first time that he could
stand upon his feet again they were mar
ried. And then More Van More went
down to help her wait behind the coun-
ter in the shop where she consulted him
and referred to him and honored him till
she was likely to make others share the
strange respect she had for him. ''He
is single-hcarted, -" she said to one of her
old lovers in that primitive community,
who telt the right to make some out
spoken complaint; ''he is upright; he is
unselGsh. 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 as 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 the shop much; she had little son
and not such a very little one either-a
bouncing, magnificent boy, with his
mother's colors and eyes, full of life and
Joy and spirit, and quite the mostremark-
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. Mir. Van More trampled
up and down his wifes sitting room
awhile, reared and stamped and Snorted
and beloved, and not unit he had re-
duced her to tears for having brought
such a 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 a 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
and renounce his name, taking instead
that of his low-born wife. And so JOY.
celyne's son, who was a foregone con.
clusion in Mr.. Van Nore's mind, should
be the great Van More to come. He had
a satchel packed within an hour, and he
slept that night. for the first time in his
life, in WI gar sleeping-car, always
before having left the train at nightfalI
rather than be one of the promiscuous
canaille sleeping common sleep. Days
and nights and days and nights of this
wretched contiguity. 1t was a hard ex.
perience for Mr.. Van More. He added
it all up against his son. And the self.
ishness of the modern traveller did moi
tend to increase his appreciation of his
kind? His kindP Not the least bit his
kind! Mr.. Van More was more thar
ever persuaded that he was a superior
integer of the race-marking, perhaps
one Of those points of progress from
which one development steps to higher
AT last he stood in the presence of hi,
daughter-in-law.
A shapeless little greasy Jewess, sell
ing old clothes-or stately young god
dess assuming a human smile? One con
vulsive sensation thrilled across him o
PliiC III 4NOlC > luoOc dO ictiSJ, SOuIllB Ill
stantly to anger to think that taste wa
all. And then he opened the subject.
mo, father-in-law, - said Hero, firmly
despite his wincing, and after the fashion
of speech in use among herpeople. ''No
father-in-law, we do not want YOU
money. Nor will we surrender on
name; it is our name by all right an
law that it is yours. And, as for you