Frostburg mining journal., 1883-08-11
Selett Stprp.
FALSE OR TRUE.


"Only home ask nothing more,
Miss Bnrton but | must have q
home, or die. l will be maid, seam
stress, anything you wish for home"
Miss Burton's beautiful brown eyes
had never left the speakers face Tor
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" continued the
sad young voice, Il will serve you
gledly 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 and your
mothers, and can you wonder that,
although l will keep you, l expect
only ingratitude."
Il thank you," said Jeanette
Moore, slowly. Perhaps some time
| can prove that I am not ungrate-
full"
Miss Burton waved her white hand
commanding silence then she raLg
lh4 bell, and id to a maid who an
swered it; "Open Miss Florence's
room, and have it arranged, for Miss
Moore will occupy it hencsforth."
When Jeanette was sixteen (she
is almost thirty-seven now, she Was
a vision Of beauty seldom saen those
calm, powerful brown eyes and clas-
aical features made her prs-ominently
glorious. They had called her
GLORIA in those days, but pow i
was only Mss Jeanette or Mis-
Burton.
The family had then consisted OF
Mr. Burton, his son Roy, and Gloria,
besides Florence, the child of bis only
brother Florence Burton was not
heatitul, but she was thousano
times mlre attractive than stately
Gloria, ard Roy was madly in iov,
with her, so much so that Mr.. Burton
reluctantly consented to their engage
ment when Ray was only eis hteen,
md his cousin two years younger.
Gloria had been promised TO Harry
Moore. a handsome young artist, as
aris ocratic as hs was poor, ever since
his childh, cd.
One week before the time fixed for
the mariase, Florence started to the
village with Harry Moore, to mske
some trlaing purchase 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 loved home Of his
childhood.
But Jesnnette Burton reigned
calf ly on At Burton Hill.
Only year after, the runaway
bride died, leaving tender baby girl,
whose name she asked might be Jean.
nette, for the girl they had wronsed.
JEANNE Moore was happy indeed
until her father died and left her
penniless but she took up her bur-
den bravely, and worked for her
dread with all her might.
She struggled for two years, and
hen worn out and disheartsned,
applied to Miss Burton for aid.
think even then the lady would
have refused her request but for the
gill's eloquent violet eyes, so like
Florence Burton's; those che could
not resist.
False !" Miss Jeanette whisper ed
bitterly, half angry with herself.
Like mother, like ch ID"
Yes, Jeanette Moore was fair and
fasc mating, wi h diamond-liks eyes
like ths Florence Of long ago and
whether she too, were false, only
time would tell.
Sne was at east true to her word
she had asked only home and sh,
mad gotten it.
She secured pupils and gave lessons
in drawing and painting, and soon
won her tiny share of fame.
She became general favorite, too,
for she had pleasant word or a
smiling glance from these wonderful
violet eyes for every one.
She took deep interest in Burton
Hill, where sho found so many me-
mentoes Of her dead and reverenced