The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-19

ITO enable me by deligent labor at my
profession to realize sufficient means to
support YOU, dearest, in a manner salts
factory to your fathers expectations and
nay own wishes"
But. Philip, | thought"
sYou thought me the heir of Thomas
Mortimor's wealth? So | was, Edith,
few hours since but have relinquished
all claim to it nov. When accepted the
bequest, was under the impression that
no living heir existed. / learned to-day
that a distant cousin-a woman-is alive,
although my lawyer tells me, in ignor-
ance OF her relationship TO Thomas Morti-
mer. OF course, shall transfer the prop
erty to her Immediately"
"But, Philip, the will has made it legal
ly yours
Legally, it has; but Edith, could rec
Oncile it TO my ideas of truth and honor
to avail myself of old Mortimer's fanciful
freak, at this woman's expense? might
take the hoardei wealth, but l should
never respect myself again, nor could l
dream of legally defrauding the rightful
heir. Nay, dearest, | may lose name and
wealth, but would rather die than suffer
single stain on my horror as Christian
gentleman
you have done right, Phillip" said
Edith, with sparkling eyes. 1--WE will
wait, and hope, happy in loving one an
other more dearly than ever. But who
is she? What is her manner"
saTbotfc ir1cf x-baf I ItHnft ofor, 70 in
quire | will write again to my lawyer to
ask these questions, and to direct that a
deed of conveyance be instantly made out;
and then, darling"
His lips quivered moment, yet he
manfully completed the bitter sentence
''Then | will begin the battle of life over
again"
And Edith's loving eyes told him what
she thought OF his noble self-abnegation
"a sweet testimonial.
"Heml" said Doctor Wyllis, polishing
his eyeglasses magisterially with silk
crimson pocket-handerchief; Il didn't
suppose the young fellow had so much
stamina about him-a very honorable
thing to do. Edith, have never felt
quite certain about Phil Acres being
worthy of you before"
''Papa!"
'But my mind is made up now. When
is he coming AGAIN.
''This evening, sir, faltered Edith, the
violet eyes softly dropping.
Tell him, Edith, that he may have you
next Wednesday, just the same as ever
| And as for the law-practicing- why,
there's time enough for that afterwards.
Child don't strange me with your kisses
keep 'em for Phil"
He looked after his daughter with eyes
| that were strangely dim.
Tried and not found wantingl" he
muttered indistinctly.
The perfume OF orange-blossOms had
| died away, the glimmer of pearls and
satin were hidden in velvet caskets and
| travelling trunks and Mr. and Mrs Acre,
old-married people of full months dur
alton, were driving along a country road,
| in the amber glow of glorious autumn
sunset.
'Hallo, which way is Thomas going?"
said Philip, leaning from the window,
as the carriage turned out of the main
| road.
81 told him the direction to take,
Phil" said Edith, with bright, sparkling
eyes. 'Let me have my own way, just
for once! We are going to our new
home"
"Are we?" said Phil, with a comical
| grimace. 1T is to be love in a cottage, l
SUPPOSE"
"Wait until you see, sir" said Mrs
Acre, pursuing up her little rosebud of
mouth. And Philip waited" dute-
| ously.
"Where are WEI" he asked, in aston
ishment, when the carriage drew up in
front of a stately pillared portico, which
seemed not entirely unfamiliar to him.
Surely this is Mortimer Place."
81 shouldn't be surprised if it wasl"
said Doctor Wyllis, emerging from the
doorway "Walk in, my boy-come,
Edith Well, how do you like the looks
of your new homer"
''Our new homer" repeated Philip. 81
do not understand you sir"
"Why, | mean that your little wife
yonder is the sole surviving relative of
Thomas Mortimer, although she never
knew it till this morning Her mother
was old Mortimer's cousin, but some abb
surd quarrel had caused total cessation
OF intercourse between the two branches
of the family. / was aware of the facts
all along; but wasn't sorry to avail myself
OF the opportunity of seeing what kind
of stuff you were made of, Phil Acrel
And now, as the deed of conveyance isn't
made out yet, L don't suppose your law
yer need trouble himself about it. The
heiress won't quarrel with you, I'll be
boundp'
Philip Acres cheek flushed, and then
grew pale with strong, hidden emotion,
as he looked at his fair wife, standing be-
side him, when the sunset turned her
bright hair to coils of shining gold. and