Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1884-02-20
eau rsvoir, Miss Weston, not adieu,

Four weeks slipped by and one day
Guy left his friend Harold-who had
long since accepted his fate like a man
and resigned the field to his favorite
rival-and wended his way to the place
where he expected to find Miss Wes-
ton. But to his intense disappoint-
ment she was not there.
"The old gentlemen was taken sud-
denly ill with alarming symptoms and
insisted on leaving at once for his own
home, sir" the hotel keeper informed
him.
Can you tell where they have gone?"
he asked
And upon receiving satisfactory
answer to his query, then and there
Guy sat down and indited letter to
Daisy in which he told her how over
whelming his disappointment had been
at finding her gone, and what the ma
ture of the errand that had brought
him to see her that day had been.
His answer reached him couple of
weeks later, after he had rejoined EIar-
old in Rome. 1t was written upon
paper whose edge was deeply bordered
with black, but its contents were not
sombre, and should have filled Guy
with the liveliest delight
But they did not, for within the re-
cent fortnight events had happened
that had made an entire change in the
destiny of the man who read the sweet
innocent avowal of reciprocated affec.
ton.
For one day legal communication
had come to him informing him of the
death of a distant relative, who had
left to him the half of his large for
tune upon one condition-that he would
ask the hand in marriage of young
lady-the testator's adopted niece
whom such a union would make CO.
heiress with himself In case the spec
flied marriage should not take place
the entire property was to revert to
the latter.
The deceased had been an entire
stranger to Guy, and his surprise was
great as he perused the lawyers letter.
Beyond all other qualities in Guy Har-
tington's character, ambition had al
ways held the foremost place.
His mother had married poor man
against family's wishes, and had been
cast off by them, and thus it had been
only after hard struggle with adverse
circumstances that Guy had gained his
present foothold upon Fortunes ladder.
But what of the love that had ere
atcd for itself an abiding place in his
heart? Should he drive it forth and
sell his affections and every honorable
instinct for the sake Of gold?
The conflict between greed and con-
science is sharp; but it is brief, and
the former conquers. and letter goes
forth to Daisy that crushes for time
all the sweet hopes that have made a
garden within her breast.
But after a while her bright head
raises itself bravely once more, and a
feeling of intense thankfulness blends
itself with the regret with which she
thinks of the dear adopted uncle, who
had been the benelicent genius of her
life, and even in dying had rendered
her an inestimable service.
When she had spoken to him of Guy
their romantic meeting and subsequent
friendship, and of his attentions and
evident regard for her, she had learned
with surprise that he and her adopted
uncle were related.
Soon after, feeling dissolution near,
and wishing to try Guys disinterested
cess of purpose and nobility of char
acter, the old gentleman had made his
eccentric will.
A week later Guy starts for England
to visit, for the first time, his late rela-
tive's home and his own prospective
inheritance, and to make the acquaint-
ance of the young lady who already
figures in his mind as the future Mrs
Guy Harrington.
His destination reached, his eyes di-
late as they take in the extent and
magnificence of his late cousins state
ly home.
A pompous butler leads him through
the wide tilted hall to the drawing
room. A lady rises as he enters.
For once in his life Guy Harting-
tons self possession deserts him, and
well it may, for in the graceful form
and sweet face of the beautiful girl
before him, whose eyes meet his so
coldly and haughtily, he recognizes
Daisy Weston.
See meets him calmly. 1t is Guy
upon whose crimsoned face chagrin and
embarrassment sit plainly enough.
His punishment for his mercenary
spirit has truly been swift, and Guy is
only too glad to escape as soon as he
can the scornful glance of those love-
ly candid eyes. without the slightest
attempt at extenuation or apology,
which he knows would be futile.
But if he expects to find n sympa-
thizer in his friend, Harold North, he
reekons wrongly,
uvnu uuv 1,urtunn hna niuya1 ynu N