Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1883-09-18
False and True.

Only home; | ask nothing more, Miss
| Burton; but must have home, or die l
will be maid, seamstress, anything you wish
for a home
Miss Burton's beautiful brown eyes had
never left the speakers face; for twenty
years she had steeled her heart against all
pertaining to this girl, and yet now she found
it hard to witness those lovely, pleading
eyes.
If you take me, Miss Burton, said the
sad, young voice, 1 will serve you gladly!
l have battled for myself two years, ever
since poor papa died, and now l could wish
to die myself
Hush, Girl No one dares to wish that
You know my story, Jeanette Moore,
mine, your fathers, your mothers and can
you wonder that, although l will keep you,
I expect only lngratitude."
I thank you,' said Jeanette Moore, slow
ly. Perhaps some time l can prove l am
not ungrateful.'
Miss Burton waved her white hand, COM
manding silence; then she rang the bell,
and said to maid who answered it: Open
Miss Florence's room, and havei it arranged,
for Miss NJ oore will occupy it henceforth.'
When Jeanette was sixteen (she is al
most thirty-seven now), she was vision
of beauty seldom seen; those calm, power
| full brown eyes and classical features made
her re-eminently glorious. They had
ealfed her Gloria in those days, but now it
was only Miss Jeanette or Miss Burton
The family had then consisted of Mr. Bur-
ton, his son Roy, and Gloria, besides Flor
ence, the child of his only brother. Flor
ence was not beautiful, bat she was thou
sand times more attractive than stately
Gloria, and Roy was madly in love with her.
so much so, that Mr. Burton reluctantly
consented to their engagement when Roy
was only eighteen, and his consin two years
younger.
i Gloria had been promised to Harry Moore,
a handsome young artist, as aristocratic
as he was poor, ever since his childhood
One week before the time fixed for the
marriage, Florence started to the village
with Harry Moore, to make some trifling
purchases for the bride, and never returned.
The next morning word came that they
had been married by special license
The shock killed Mr.. Burton, and sent
Roy, the care-free Roy of old, away from
the home of his childhood.
But Jeannete Burton reigned camly ON
at Burton Hill.
Only year after, the runaway bride
died, leaving a tender baby girl. whose
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the girl they had wronged.
Jeanie Moore was happy indeed until her
father died and left her penniless; put she
took up the burden bravely, and worked for
her bread all her might.
She struggled for two years, and then,
worn out and disheartened, applied to Miss
Burton for aid.
| | think even then the lady would have re-
fused her request but for the girls eloquent
violet eyes, so like Florence Burton's; those
she could not resist.
sFalger Miss Jeanette whispered, bitter
ly, half angry with herself Like mother,
like child
Yes, Jeanette Moore was fair and fasci-
pating, with diamond-like eyes like the
Florence of long ago; but whether she, too,
were false, only time would tell.
She was at least true to her word; she
had asked only home and she had gotten
it.
She secured pupils and gave lessons in
drawing and painting, and soon won her
tiny share of fame
She became a general favorite, too, for
she had pleasant word or a Smiling glance
from those wonderful violet eyes for every
one.
She took a deep interest in Burton Hall
where she found so many mementoes of her
dear reverenced mother.
In the art gallery, seldom entered now,
hung that mothers picture, away from
the Burtons, of whose faces Roy's pleased
| Jeanie best There was something in the
brilliant, proud, and yet kindly brown ey es
that made her pity him.
He had loved her mother, and she, (Jea-
ME always sighed here), had betrayed his
love.
The old wound in Jeannete Burton's heart
had healed, and Harry was utterly forgotten
in the deep, womanly love, which in her
maturer years, she gave to Capt. W1ttmore.
He, grave man of forty, loved her as a
man only once loves, and his heart warmed
as he read the letter, asking him to come to
Burton Hall, and telling him of Jeanie
Moore; and she shivered.
When he met the girl he seemed nervous
and his face paled as he looked into the
bright eyes and took one little hand.
SO you are Jeanie 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 yester-
day from Scotland, Lawrence, she remark
ed. IF you will come into the parlor yon
can see them in good light
4 mean to try the picture,' the girl whis-
pered, when they left her alone. Roy Bur-
toms eyes would look lovely sad, and l
must try it. But why did he come here? l
thought he meant to stay in France, where
he was when we knew him. Well, it can
not matter.
But she found out that it did matter,
when it was too late.
Capt. Wittmore watched Jeanie more
than half the time, and talked to her, it
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! Heaven was ankind to
her.
It was dark, stormy night in Novem-
Der, the third month of Jeanie's stay al
Burton Hill. They had been sitting in the
library, Jeanie apart from the others, paint.
ing on head of the watch dog, Hero, and
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