Frostburg mining journal., 1883-08-11
WI OLE NUMBER, 61S.

tons heart had healed, and Harry
was utterly forgotten in the deep,
womanly love which in her maiursr
years, she gave to Capt. Wittmore.
He, grave man Of forty, loved her
as man only once loves, and his
heart warmed as he read her letter,
asking him to come to Burton Hill,
and telling him of it's new inmate.
Jeanie Moore and yet she shiversd.
When he met the girl he seemed
nervous, and his face palsd m hs
looked into the bright eyes and took
one little hand.
80 you are Jeanis Moore he
said.
eyes"
Jeanie tsltered, with flushed cheeks
and downcast eyes, which did not e..
cape Miss Burton's no tice.
Here are some views that arrived
yesterday, Lawrence" she remarked.
"lf you will come into the parlor you
can see them in good light"
81 mean to try the picture" the
girl whispered, when they left her
alone. "Roy Burton's eyes would
look lovely sad, and must try it.
But why did he come here2 Thought
he meant to stay in France. whore he
was when we knew him. Well, it
cannot matter"
But she found out that it did
matter, when it was too late.
Capt. Wlttimors watched Jespis
more than half the time, s1d talked
to her, it seemed, the other ha.f.
Mis- Burton grew anxious. Had
not Florence taken Harry from her ?
Was it Ist for asr child to win Law
renee Wlttmore ?--No, mol Hssvsn
Was nnklud to her.
1t was dark, stormy night in
November, the third month of Jssniss
stay at Burton Hill. They had benz
sitting in the library, Jeanis apart
fr1m the others, painting on head
Of the large Watchdog, Hsro. and
Captain Wittrnore and Miss Burton
talking easily and a little confdsp-
italy until the latter Was called
away.
When she returne some fifteen min
utes later, she found the Captain
bending over Jesnie, who had risen,
both Of fher hands claspsd in his.
"Jeanie, you will never tell her ?"
he was sayinS-snd Miss Burton
stopped.
mo, | will be true to you" was
the answer, bravsly given. "And
she, dear, good Miss Burton. will
never, never know"
"She does know !" exclaimed tho
listener, entering with square pises
Of canvass in her hands. "Ysu are
false too, Jeaunetts Moore Falas m
Florencs herself Aud now ! ask you
to explain this"
She turned the canvass toward
them. and disclossd a picture--4
scene familiar 70 them all--ths lava
at Burton Hill aud three figures
there-Miss JOannstte q father, with
paper in his hands, hin head bowed
with grief-she herself knseli.g,
with her piteous face turned 10 the
sky, while Roy stood at a distance.
calm and white, With a terrible sgoky
In his brown eyes. This vas Jsanls's
idea OF how they had looked on that
dreadful morning, twenty ysar be
fore, and she had written in tender,
girlsh pity, "Gloria's Dsssrtion," in
one corner.
"You painted it?"
Eyes" Jesnie found voice to reply.
you are false to me-to oil | Nov
take this vile thing, and leave my
house You are to wait for nothing
go Immediately Will you stand
aside Lawrence ?"
She seized the shivering form, led
her to the door and put her outside.
Captain Wlttmore follcwei her.
you are mad, Jsanie r. he s1clsin-
Ell, as the door closed on posr Jsanis
tL4t me explain. l."
"You will not say word Neither
will you follow her till morning. I
command it, and | will see that my
commands ara enforced !"
The morning broke clear. Jean
nette Burton stood at the low window
in the library, her sunken eyes turn
ed without, where figure toilsd its
way to the gate of Burton Hill. IS
was man, tall and majestic, whoss
aves naver left tho linn balnlae.