Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-07-25

one whom L love? Whom l love
Whom 1 love !" she went on, in the
same low whisper, clasping her hands in
burst of anguish. "Whom love, but
who has no thought for me Only for
her-and will my action part them? Is
it a sin Will he ever, ever forgive me?
Is it sin to part true lovers, but are
these true? We shall see-for, if they
are, poverty will not part them !"
When she lay down to sleep that night
the lost will lay under her pillow, and a
sealed letter beside it, addressed to Rob-
ert Rushford; Marian kissed that name
before she went to sleep.
"He will forgive my sin when he reads
this letter." she thought. CT do but
obey the dead"
And all next day the will lay warm in
her bosom, while Robert and Mr.. Wilde
searched carefully and YEARLY through
al the house. It was hard to see his dis
appointed face, and feel that she could
make all well so easily.
81 must obey the dead" she told her.
self. 81 must obey the dead IL"
At last they gave up all hope of the
lost will. Robert resigned himself to
what seemed hard fate, and Miss Gray
was declared Gerald Rushtord's lawful
heiress.
Mr.. Wilde made no secret of his dis
gust.
"There might be some arrangement
made by which you could fulfill the
wishes of the dead, Miss Gray" he said
81 judge you are hardly one to play the
cuckoo by pushing the true bird out of
the nest in order to occupy it yourself.
I can remember the terms of the second
WILL"
To this Broad hint she answered, qui-
city: "The will may yet be found, sir.
Excuse me if I hesitate to tax your
memory while that chance remains. Be-
lieve me, my most earnest wish and en-
deavor is-to obey the dead"
He did not understand.
"She puzzles me, he said to Robert,
"but somehow I fancy she'll give you
your money after all; yes, I do believe
it."
$50 do not T." replied Robert.
"Women are mercenary. See how
quickly Florence Huntley has thrown
me over. It was worth the loss of the
fortune to find her out. Fancy marry
ing girl in the belief that she really
loved you, and afterward discovering
that she only wanted your purse. That
would have been my fate if I'd got the
fortune. I was hard hit, too, while I
thought her a woman with a loving
heart, but I shall survive my disappoint-
ment If thought there was any dan
ger of Miss Gray's indulging in any
Quixotic acts of remuneration I should
take measures to prevent it; but you
won't find much of that kind of thing
among women, believe me-"
And Mr.. Wilde began to think the
same as time went on. For six months
Marian went quietly on her way, obey
ing-while the lawyer accused her of
ignoring-the wishes Of the dead.
Robert was an apt writer and had OBJ
tanned employment on the press, where
by he made living. Marian rolled by
him in his uncle's carriage in the street.
It seemed as if the ungrateful cuckoo
had pushed the true bird out of the nest,
after all.
"Mercenary-mercenary to the core p
was Roberts reflection, as he lifted his
hat to his uncle's heiress as she rode by,
and admired, in spite of himself, her
sweet, pale face. CLOCKS as if there
might be heart and a soul behind those
soft dark eyes-looks like woman to
love and be loved, but they're all alike
mercenery to the very core p
Auo liz was oSuo1U1G VI IL 10Gl1lS VI
disappointment over Marian.
"She should be higher, truer, bet
ter type of woman than Florence was, if
appearances go for anything at all. She
should have been willing to give up to
me the fortune. I wouldn't have ac-
copied the sacrifice but 1 could have
admired and respected her for being
ready to make it. But they're all alike. -
Reaching his lodgings he found Mr..
Wilde waiting for him in a tremendous
state Of excitement, andholding an open
letter in his hand.
"Look here! Just received this.
Listen p
DEAR SIR: Be good enough to call upon me
! at o'clock p m. and bring 1Ir. Rushford with
! you. The will is found. have sincere pleas
ure in placing the true heir in possession Of his
! own at last. Very respectfully
MARIAN GRAY.
"Where was it found? Where was il
found?" cried Mr.. Wilde, as Marian
gave the document into his hands.