The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-05-11

Miss Burton grew anxious. Had not
Florence taken Harry from her? Was
it just for her child to win Laurence
Wittmore? No, no! Heaven was un-
kind to her.
1t was dark, stormy night in No
vember, the third month of Jeanie's
stay at Burton Hill. They had been sit
ting in the library, Jeanie apart from
the others, painting on head of the
Watchdog, Hero, and Capt. Wittmore
and Miss Burton talking easily, and a
little confdentially, until the latter was
called away.
When she returned, some fifteen min
utes later, she found the captain bend
ing over Jeanie, who had risen, both of
her hands clasped in his.
''Jeanie, you viii never tell her." he
was saying, and Miss Burton stopped.
'.NTo, / will be true to you," was the
answer bravely given. '.And she, dear,
good Miss Burton, will never, never
Know
'.She does knowr' exclaimed the list
ener, entering with square piece of
canvas in her hands. ''You are false,
too, Jeannette Moore! False as Florence
herself! And now I ask you to explain
this.n
She turned the canvas toward them,
and disclosed a picture; a scene familiar
to them all, the lawn at Burton Hpl,
and three figures there-Miss Jeannette's
father, with paper in his hands, his
head bowed with grief-she herself
kneeling 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 Jeanie's
idea of how they had looked on that
dreadful morning. twenty years before,
and she had written, in tender, girlish
pity, the name, ''Gicria's Desertion'' in
one corner.
''You painted itP''
''Yes," Jeanie found voice to reply
''4ou are false to me, to ALL Now
take this vile thing and leave my housei
You are to wait for nothing-go imme-
diately. VIII you stand aside, Lau-
rence?"
She seized the shivering form, led her
to the door, and put her outside. Capt
Wittmore followed her.
You are mad, Jeanette" he ex-
claimed, as the door closed on poor
Jeanie. Let me explain. /"
''You will not say wordr' The
brown eyes looked their defiance
"Neither will you follow her until morn
ing. | command it, and l will see that
my commands are enforcedr
The morning broke clear Jeannette
Burton stood at the low window in the
library, her sunken eyes turned without,
where a figure toiled its way to the gate
of Burton Hill. 1t was man, tall and
majestic, whose eyes never left the limp,
helpless figure he held.
Miss Burton threw open the window
as he approached.
"She cannot be brought herer' cried
she.
He lifted a pair of dark, stern eyes to
her face, and stepped over the easement
with his burden, which he placed upon
the lounge by the CRATE. Poor Jeanie !
was wet through, and utterly uncon-
soious. Her lashes rested upon her |
white cheeks, and her long, soft hair
iaaYou are e. JJeeaainnette JJeai 'BurtonT' the
stranger asked abruptly.
81 ann
lana Sne Is
"Jeannette Moore"
''Florence Burton daughter?"
"Yes.'
81 thought so; l recognized the pict- |
ure. 1t is sadly defaced. Do you know |
what it is?''
he held up Jeanie's picture, all wet
and soiled.
Il do But who are you?h
Il am Robert Burton, the Roy of this"
He pointed TO the canvas.
.'My brotherr' Miss Jeanette cried. |
Jeanie stirred and lifted her violet |
eyes.
81 meant no harm. Miss Burton she
said family. 'His eyes were so beauti- |
full, and | wanted to see how they would
look sorrowful. So / painted it, and
then put in the others, you and Mr..
Burton. Please forgive me-"
Miss Burton left the room and return
ed with Capt Wittmore, who looked
with frightened eyes at Jeanie.
"Jeannette," he said huskily, turning
to her, s.you must hear me now, for her
sake, whether you syill or not. wanted
her to keep my secret Five years ago
/ was a gambler-no inoffensive PLAYER,
Dul UeSpeTdle Sdi1plcI, WIFI Ho HiSH-
er employment. They saved me, Harry
Moore and his gentle, violet-eyed child.
l loved you, Jeanette, and l did not
want you to know. Poor little Jeanie,
she kept my secret well. J"
Thanks" whispered the girl, feebly,
and tainted dead away.
She had not been false, after all, but
she had paid for her truth almost with
her life.
When at last she recovered, there was
quiet wedding at the Hill, and "Glo-
ria" Everybody called her that now,)
took her away with the captain and her
self to their own home. After a little
while Jeanie went back to Burton Hill
with Roy, as his wife.
.Jeanie, the true" Roy calls her
laughingly, sometimes, and then, with
tender clasp of the slender form, he as
sures her that the child has atoned
thousand times for all the pain the
mother caused him.
A Mormon church has been estab-
lished in Sewer county, Arkansas, with
several members, among the most igno-
rant class of people. One preacher was