The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1883-01-02


perhaps he would do little exploring
and discovering; when he should return
The affair would have quite blown osef,
and he would marry HIM to some maid
en- who had been 80 well brought t1i
that she would feel herself taking a
proper place among Nominations, prih.
ces and powers by marrying Van Nors
of any caliher. All the same, be did
not fail TO make his wife's life bnrder
to her bv sarcasms on het feeble wit thai
had been strong enough to aduIteratt
the strength of The Van Nores, while ths
very sense of bis sons incapaeity, RsY
forced upon him, was another argument
against the woman who would marry
an imbecile for the sake OF climbing in
to his rank and position.
1t was not altogether to he wondered
at, then, If his wife did not fully sympa
tn ze with him in this extremity, and il
being Of an affectionate disposition, SC
tar as she had anything TO impart, hav
ing impaired that also TO her son, she
wrote little surrcpti,ious lettcr-sht
who had usually not thought nor :
deed nor an emotion of her own:
MY DARLING Boy: l send you al
my love Any vile you choose TO mar
ry will he the dear daughter of you
mother" ="
That was the letter written so secret
ly; 1t meant volumes TO her; it mean
volumes to her hoy. She. was frighten
ed TO trembling ghost Of her ghost
like self when she stopped the carriage
and asked the footman to drop il in {
.strcet-bdx, for she felt that if her hus
band knew it fl would not he impossible
for him tn tlow out her flickering flame
of life altogether, or stamp its feeble
spark into the earth He never had
struck her, but she never knew what he
might do yet.
The fathers letter, when 1t came. was
not at all unexpected by hero Van Nore
nor was the mothers surprise. She
was girl Of twenty, "divinelv tall and
most divinelv fair'' Her superb moul
dines would have fed sculptor's eve
With rapture, her superb coloring would
have driven wild another than Titan
the great hraids upon her head seemed
made OF strands Of spun gold she wore
| them like crown, as became q daughter
OF the royal tribe Of Judah { She was
undoubtedly Jewess but as Miriam,
as Deborah, as Susaunah may have
done, she hal The large beauty of that
Clvue in brr sunh .wer who some think
to be Isis in her lotus She waited in
her fathers shop, AMI she sold Mr.. Van
More, pair Of gloves there.
He hal given his purse some time
since to his travelling companion, and
he was waiting in this little place till he
should receive a fresh remittance from
his father. When he saw Hero he had
something else 10 wait for. He hung
round the shop corners, and when she
vent home he followed her She step
ped as if the earth were air: he said TO
himself that it was because his heart
was under her feet. He knew intuitive
ly that she would not give him second
look. What were the Van Nores GU.
here in the wilderness? He was able to
see, for all his deficiency, that she was
on d higher plane Of being than his own.
But it he could not hope be could at
least suffer; he could gaze at the star he
might not win. He bought another pair
of gloves. All, heavens! TO feel the
touch Of those pointed fingers of hers
as they stretched the Kill from side to
side Of his hand The next day he
bought another pair Before he was
through he had bought the whole stock
OF gloves in the shop.
Of course this attracted her attention,
and she made some inquiry concerning
him. "You had better go away" she
said, when he came in again you do
not need gloves, or ties, or any of our
goods. You are making yourself ridic-
uluus." - 9d
II have nothing to do with il,",he re-
piled. 81 was made so when was
born"
And so one worizled to another, and
in the course OF time he had told her
his story, which somehow seemed full
of wrongs, the story Of rather feeble,
minded youth who had been snubhed
and brow beaten and ill-usei by dis
appointed father from his birth. Her
heart was stirred with pity, she let him
come to the house. lInpe bounded with
in him IL the star should fall from the
sky 10 his arms! He wrote his father
Il forgot to say that he could write-
that he wanted his influence TO help him
marry the most lovely. the most brill
ant of women, who waited behind the
counter Of her fathers little Jewshop
Che answer 10 this letter male his hair
stand on end Cold, sneering, vindict-
i've, cruel, threalening-what should he
do but show it to her 7 Her blood
would have been cold AMI thin stuff had
that mol made it boil. II can never 90
back to him." said More. 81 never will
90 back to him. 1t is the last blow he
shall:stfike me.''ss 4; Es4
+ ""Would YOU be happier here ii'the
shop helping me?' she asked.
beyond measured he cried.
81 she told him to see her father that
night. She meant about the situation
he meat about wife. And her father
in as good and strong contempt as Mr.
Van More, himself could feelj, ordered
! the fellow from the house. ..
THE worthless varletr' cried the old
man Scan he earn his salt2 What dc
care for his name AMI his family and
his entailcd moEeYs--the dog OF chris
tiany He can have them All; blt be
can't marry my girl to all idiot! =
"Hals not an idiot. father" sui He.
ro. - There is more ia him than any
see," and she calmly canvassed the sub
ct. ""He has been made TO look VI
till he does not know how to lool
straight ahead. Some day he will as
sert himself"
"You?,' said he father. sYou2 | be
lieve YOU care for tue loutl When ynl
have sweethearts to fill regiment :
When yon can marry any man in th
country - $50
Il don't know" she said, I'm yer.
sorry for him l care to have him har
py-he has had so much unhappiness.
And al that moment they heard groa
outside, and thew ran to the door to pic
up Nnre Van N re, helpless and lst r,
turning to consciousness, with broke
leg.