Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-12-06

q Along LIES hard highway. 80
Nor think Il the love pnd beauty
Iheir fancies once made 30 fair
Ere romance was household duty
Ana pleasure was earthly care
LIKE MAN, LIKE HUSBAND.
Mr.. Marcus Wilkinson sat alone in
his office, with dainty little perfumed
note between his fingers and a puzzled
frown upon his brow. The note, d.
rected in graceful feminine hand was
DEAR GuAnD1As: i will be at the Office at
ten IN the morning, to consult you upon mat
Wr Oh importance. MILL1E.
A matter of Importance" I" muttered
Mr.. Wilkinson, twisting the note nerv-
cusly. - Can my fears be true? Has
Cyril. Ormsby proposed to my pearl? L
am afraid he has. And what can say
What can urge against the man, if
Miles own instincts have played her
false Ten O'Clock ?"
The last silvery stroke of the mantel
clock had not died away when the door
OF the office was opened by a clerk, and
Millie Bentley entered the room.
Just few words to describe the ward
of whom Marcus Wilkinson always
thought as pearl, a lily, everything
pure and fair. She was of medium
height, slender and graceful, with a
thoughtful face of exquisite beauty.
=, Very young, only eighteen, Millie.
Bentley had borne early the sorrows of
life. Her father, having been wealthy,
had failed in business, and committed
suicide. Her mother, delicate and help.
less, had fought poverty feebly for two
years, and sinking under privation and
toll had contracted a fatal disease.
When all hope of life was over, news
came that Miles uncle, dying abroad,
had left . large fortune to his only sis:
ter. A will was made by the dying wo-
man, leaving her own too lately won in
dependence to Millie, appointing their
old friend, Marcus Wilkinson, guardian
to the heiresr.
Sorrowing and womanly beyond her
years, Millie had turned from her own
grief to solace some of the trials of those
with whom her own poverty had made
her familiar.
A cousin had come at Mr.. Wilkinson's
!, request to make home for his ward.
. and she resumed many long interrupted
studies. But large portion of her time
WAS spent in the humble homes of those
who had been her. mothers friends in
the dark days of her widowhood; and
her gentle charities soon extended far
beyond the small circle.
She had been an orphan for two years
on the day when she came to seek Mr..
Wilkinson, as already described, and
the sorrows of her life had lost some of
their bitter teting, leaving only gentle
sadness behind.
Well, Mollie," the old gentleman
said !" what brings to me the pleasure
I of seeing you to-day? ?"
:" 1t is about myself" Millie said, the
softest rose tints flushing in her checks.
Dear mel don't know how you ever
took such an insignificant person into
consideration at all.
Now, Uncle Marc, please don't tease
me-"
"She wants something enormous, .
esid the old gentleman, mentally ad.
dressing the walls. Whenever I am
J Uncle Marc, know what to expect
next"
"But just then the kindly man de.
tected signs of trouble in Miles face
and the iesting voice was turned to one
of tender gravity. &
What is it, my child?"
"Cyril Ormsby came to me last even.
ing, and he will come here to-day; but
wanted to see you first. He wants me te
be his wife, Uncle Marc, and she
hesited -" you do not like him?"
"Who told you that?''
"Noione; / SEQ it myself"
Well you are right. I do not like
him. But my like or dislike has no con
troll over you"
'No control!' Minnie's voice was pit
eous. "Please don't talk that way.
come to you Just as would have gone
to my father"
"There, dear, ! was wrong. Tell me
then, as you would your own father, dt
you love Mr.. Ormsby
think he is the noblest man I eve
knew. II you see him with my poo
people, how gentle and courteous he is
you would like him too. lle has give1
me so much sympathy in my work
Uncle Marc, feeling as LIDO that the pos
session Of fgreat wealth is but steward
ship"
And SO won your love ?"
Ny respect and admiration, uncle,
cannot yet realize that a man SO nobl,
and SO good can really desire my com
). panionship and help in his life. But
> since he does, I am glad and PROUD
to have won his confidence"
"Hem-yes! Enthusiastic, but hear
wholet was Mr.. Wllkinson's menta
comment. Suppose you and I go 10,
"a walk ?'' he added. aloud.
ga walk?" Millie said. in tone O
surprise.
"Yee, have friend or two I should
like to have you see. When we come
back will tell you why 1 dislike Cyri
Ormsby, II" he added mentally, I" yor
have not already found out"
1t was not exactly such walk as one
would have mapped out for q gentle
mans invitation to young, beautiful
girl; but Millie followed, of course
leaning upon the arm of her guardian
wondering little, but never hesitating
past the respectable portion Of the city
to quarter known as the /" Factor,
Row." place where Mr.. Wilkinson hass
never allowed his ward to go; for ther,
we're apt to be fevers and contagiou
diseases lurking there. 1t lay low ant
was unhealthy, and the houses were o
4 the meanest description.
For noble philanthropist. partl,
owning these factories and this quarter
Mr. Ormsby eeems neglectful. I" said Mr.
Ormsby seems neglectful.n said Mr.
Wiikinson, dryly. 81 have an interes
'n the factories, as you are aware, bu