The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1882-08-12

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and his heart warmed as be read her
letter, asking him TO cotie to Burton
Hill, and telling him of its new inmate,
Jeanie Moore; and yet he shivered.
When he met the girl he seemed ner-
vous, and bis face paled as he looked iu-
to the bright eyes and took one little
hand.
80 you are teanie Moore, he said.
Yes"
Jeanie faltered, with flushed cheeks
and downcast eyes, which did not escape
Miss Burton's notice.
"Here are some views that arrived yes
terday from Scotland, Laurence" she
remarked. "ff You will come into the
west parior yod can see them In a good
light"
Il mean to try the picture" the girl
whispered. when they left her alone.
Roy Burton's eyes would look lovely sad,
and I must try it. But why did HE come
here3 thought be meant to stay in
France, where he was when we knew
him. Well it cannot matter"
But she found it did matter, when it
iwns too late. Capt wittmore watched
Jeanne more than half the time, and
talked TO her, il seemed, the other half.
Miss Burton grew anxious. Had not
Florence taken HARRY from her Was it
Just for her child TO win Laurence Witt
more? No, no Heayen was unkind to
her.
It was dark, stormy night in Novem-
Der, the third month of Jeanie's stay at
Burton Hill. They had been sitting In
the library, Jeanie apart from the others,
painting on head of the watch dog
Hero, and Capt. Wittmore and Miss Bur-
ton talking easily, and little confdenti-
ally. until the latter was called away.
When she returned, some fifteen min
utes later, she found the captain bending
over Jeauie, who had risen, both OF her
hands clasped in hiR.
"teanie. Son will never tell her," | .
was saying, and Miss Burton stopped.
"No, will he true to you," was he
answer. bravely given. "And she. dear,
good Miss Burton, will never, new 7
know"
"She does know r. exclaimed the lis
tener, entering with square piece Of
canvas in her hands. You are false.
too. Jeanette Moore False as Florence
herself And now ask You to explain
this"
She turned the canyas toward them,
and disclosed picture, scene familiar
to them all. the lawn at Burton Hill, and
three figures there--Miss Jeapnette's
father, with paper in his hands, his
head bowed with grief-she herself
kbeelipg with her piteous face lifted to
the sky while Roy stood at distance,
calm and white, with terrible agony in
his brown eyes. This was Jeanies idea
of how they had looked on that dreadful
morning, twenty years before, and she
had written, In tender, girlish pity, the
name, f" Gloria's Desertion" in one cor,
ner.
"You painted itf"
"Yes," Jeanie found voice 10 reply.
"You nre false to me, to all Now take
this vile thing and leave my house YOU
are to wait for nothing-go Immediately
Will yoti stand aside. taurence2
Shs seized the shiSering form, led hei
to the door, and put her outside. Capt
wittmore followed her.
You are mad, Jeanette. he eIclaim
ed. as the door closed on poor j ,ania,
Let me explain. /"
you will not say word r The brown
eyes looked their defiance. Neither will
you follow her until morning. com
mand it,and will see that my commands
are enforced !"
The morning broke clear. Jeannette
Burton stood at the low window in the
library, her sunken eyes turned without
where figure toiled its way to the gate
of Burton Hill. II was man, tall and
majestic, whose eyes never left the limp,
helpless figure be held.
Miss Burton threw open the window al
he approached.
"She cannot bs brought hetei" cried
she.
He lifted pair of dark. stern eyes ia
ber face, and stepped over the easement
with his burden, which be placed upon
the lounge by the crate. Poor Jeanis
was wet through, and utterly unconscious,
Her lashes rested upon her white cheeks
and her long. soft hair fell like a vel
half over them.
you are Jeanette Burton ?" the
stranger asked abruptly.
Il am"
"Aud she is"
"Jeannette Moore"
FLORENCE Bnrton's daughteI7"
Yes"
Il thought SO; recognized the pic
ture. 1t is sadly defaced. Do you know
what il is2"
He beld up Jeanis'S picture, all We
and soiled.
Il do. But who are you p
II am II lbert Burton. the Roy OF this.
He pointed 10 the canvas.
My bortheT r. Miss Jeanhstie cried.
JeAnie stirred and lifted hef viole