Morris tribune., 1883-09-15
Ike MAN, LIKE HUSBAND.

zee, with dainty little perfumed note
tween his fingers, and puzzled frowr
ON his brow. The note, directed in q
'ceful feminine hand, was brief:
. Dear Guardian, l will be at the Office
IN In the morning, to consult you
a matter of importance. Millie.
A matter of Importance" muttered
Fl. Wilkinson, twisting the note ner-
lsly. Can my fears be true? Has
II Ormsby proposed to my pearR
afraid he has! And what can say!
- lat can l urge against the man, if Mil.
sown instincts have played her false!
o'clockn
ihe last silvery stroke of the mantel
OK had not died away when the door
the office wasopened by clerk, and
lie Bentley entered the room.
'ust few words to describe the ward
- whom Marcus Wilkinson always
'ught as pearl, lily, every thing
% and fair. She was of medium hight
nder and graceful, with thong htful
3 of exquisite beauty.
very young, only IS, Mile Bentley
/ borne early the sorrows of life.
r father, having been wealthy had
led in business, and committed suit
ie. Her mother, delicate and help
., had fought poverty feebly for two
airs, aDd sinking under privatiOn and
II, had contracted a fatal disease.
hen all hope of life was over. news
me that Mile uncle, dying abroad,
u left large fortune 10 his only sister.
viii WAS made by the dying woman,
lving her own too lately won ind a.
= ndence to Mile, and appointing their
friend, Marcus Wilkinson, guardian
the heiresS.
ars, Mile had turned from her own
ief to noble endeavor to solace some
the trials of those with whom her
n poverty had made her familiar. A
usin had come at Mr.. Wilkinson's re-
est to make home fer his ward, and
resumed many long INTERRUPTED
ldies. But large portion of her time
s spent in the humble homes of those
10 had been her mothers friends in
> dark days of Wldowhood; and her
ntle charities soon extended tar be-
nd this sm Ill circle.
'1kS ASlA OSSA III OL Et1I<IL1 IOI kHO Years
the day when she came TO see ( Mr..
ilkinson, as already described, and
sorrows Of her life had lost some OF
.ir bitter sting, leaving only gentle
ness behind.
Well, MllIie,' the Old gentleman
v"what brings to NE the pleasure of
ing you t0-day"
1T is out myself" Mile said, the
INT, -,
r. aeks.
Dear me! I didn't know you ever
4 lk such an insignificant person into
hsideration at ALL
Now Uncle Mare, please d0n'ttease
'Sh9 wants something enormous"
id the OLD gentleman mentally ad-
essing the walls. "Wherever / am
.ncle Marc, l know what to expect
@.xtp
But Just then the kindly man detected
ms of trouble in Miles face; and the
sting voice was turned at once to one
tender gravity.
what is it, my chiId?"
Cyril OrmSby came to see me last
lining. and he will come here to-day;
II WANTED to see you first. He wants
e to be his wife, Uncle Mare, and
le hesitated here-''you don't ike
imp'
WHO told you that"
mo one; but I see for myself"
well, you are right l do not ike |
i'm. But my like or dislike has no con-
,ol over you"
''No cOntrolw Miles voice was pite- |
rs. please don't talk so. l come 10
on as l would have gone 10 my tather." |
There, dear. was wrong. Tell ne,
len, as you would your father, do You |
we Mr.. OrmshyH'
Il think he's the MODEST man | ever |
new. If you could see him with some |
my poor people, how gentle and |
OurteOus he is, you would like him, too. |
lie RS given me so much sympathy in |
~ work, Uncle Mare, feeling as | do, |
lat the possession OF great wealth IS but |
stewardship"
And SO won your love?"
my respect and admiration, uncle. I
annot yet realize that man so noble |
nd so good can really desire my COM
and help in his lie. But,
nee he does, am glad and proud to |
ave won his confidence"
"Hem-yes! Enthusiastic but heart
-hole!' was Mr.. Wilkinson's mental
0mment. Suppose you and go for a
'alk?" he added aloud.
"A walk?' Mile said in a tone of sur.
rise.
Yes. have friend or two I should
2 to have you see. When we come
-oel will tell you why dislike Cyril
rmsby, if" he added mentally, you
ave not already found out"
1t was not exactly such walk as one |
'oud have mapped out for gentle
lan's invitation TO a young, beautiful
ri; but Mile followed its course. lean
lg upon her guardians arm, wondering
little, but never hesitating, past the
portion Of the city, to 4
1arter known as the Factory Row" a
lace where Mr. Wilkinson had never
efore allowed hissWard to go. For there
ere apt to be fevers and contagious
isease5 lurking there. 1t lay low, AMI
as unhealthy, and the houses were OF
lie meanest description.
"For noble philanthropist. partly
wing these factories and this quarter,
n Ormsby seems neglectful." said Mr..
dryly. 81 have an interest
/ the factories, as you are aware, but
D not own one ofthese wretched houses. |
hey are all Cyril Ormsby's."
But" Mile said, eagerly, "these
eople will not let him benefit them.
hey use his charity for drink; they
,use any privilege he gives them, till
. is discouraged in his efforts to do
em any good" ~ .f@ .sv
"Oh! step in here"
It was poor place, scantily furnished,
Id cherries. Upon a cot bed woman
Y, in the last stages Of consumption.
lie looked up eagerly to Mr.. Wilkin-
n.
"I hope youare BETTER" he said kind
"No;I shall never be be better. If
may only die in peace; it is all l
k"
"Mr. Ormsby will not disturb you
,w?"
"Jennie has gone to him. Yesterday
, sent word that if the rent was not
ady to day at Il, out we must 60. I've
i'd it regularly for five years, but he
mt think of that. All Jennie's made
e last month she has had to pay for fire
d food. She's but fifteen and the pay
small"
'.Wnat do you owe Cyril Ormsby?"
Thirty shiilings!"
Sand if he is not paid-today, he will
{ you out into the street to dieP'
He says the Torkhouse IS the place
r paQDers'