Milford chronicle., 1885-05-01

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No wonder Arthur loved her. No
wonder he came almost to worship her.
Was it reserved for him to gain this
treasure for lifetime? He would solve
the problem as soon as he could see his
way clear. He wanted to be sure that
she cared for him first.
Cared for him If he could have
known how truly and fondly the beau
tiful girl loved him, earth would have
been to him a heaven. And why should
she not love him ? Stalwart and strong,
true and brave, healthful and hand
some, and tender and kind, he was her
beau ideal of true manhood-her knight,
her prince.
How bright and Joyous we're the days,
how sweet and enjoyable the evenings J
Arthur resolved that he would know his
fate. He looked the matter squarely IN
ne face, and made his calculations. In
September he was to enter his office in
New York, and influential friends had
promised to assist him in business. He
knew he should succeed. Within year
he would be able to support wife. If
Kate would have him, and wait year,
he could work with will. He would
speak before another night shut in upon
him.
Before that night came Arthur and
Kate, in their rambling, met Charles
Dabney OF New York. Dabney had
been Arthur's classmate in college.
Kate's hand trembled on her compan-
ions arm, and as he advanced to speak
with his friend she turned away, and
waited for him until he came back.
"Dear old Charley p he said. "We
we're chums in college. 1 must run
over to the hotel and see him after
tea."
A cloud was for the time upon the
beautiful face-a cloud of anxiety and
unrest-but she soon bsnisbed it, and
was as bright as before.
After tea Arthur went over to the
hotel as he had promised. A brief in
terchange of fraternal greetings, and
then Dabney burst forth:
''Look here, old fellow, how in the
name of wonder did you manage to get
the heiress under your wing ?"
"The heiress ?" repeated Arthur,
wonderinglS
"Aye-Miss Cornelissen-the lady
Won were with this afternoon. She
didn't recognize me, though I am sure
she knew me.
"AIiss Cornelissen p echoed our hero
"What do you mean, Charleyr You
have mistaken the person"
"What do you mean, Arthur Bless
nv soul / one is not likely to forget that
beautiful face, nor to confound another
with it.
''The lady you saw in my company
this afternoon was Miss Burbank OF New
York, an orphan, whom friends recon-
mended to my uncle, the rector.
Charles Dabney drew a long BREATH
and then whistled.
"Forgive me, Arty. Perhaps I've
put my foot in it; but it can't be helped
now. I will tell you the truth, and you
can govern yourself accordingly. Il
may be well that you should be on YOU
guard, remember now, the lady has
a middle name. Her mothers maiden
name was Burbank. Miss Kate Bur
bank Cornelissen was the lady l saw
upon your arm. Her father was Hen
drick Cornelissen, the old East India
trader and ship-oWner, who died foul
years ago. leaving his only child helres'
to three millions, A year ago she came
into full possession, and she has fled to
this seclued nook to escape the syco
plants and noodles that beset her OF
every hand. I understand it now
Goodness, gracious | just think OF it
old fellow. A girl like that, sole mis-
tress of three million dollars ! And b
sure it's safely invested, every dollar o
it !"
As!.hur Grafton returned to the rec
; tory in mefa. 4HR knew that Dabne,
had told nfGloan. It will be Many thing
were to him now etO, all understanding
which had before been Ih6SJ aud hid
, den. On reaching the house he pro
fessed to have a headache. and he re
tired early to his chamber. He was a,
upright and honorable man, and whel
he began to reflect and consider, he wa
! guided mainly by his sense OF right AM
!, Justice, with manly independence.
/, The name of Cornelissen was very ia
I miliar. It had been Hendrick Cornells
sen who had established and richly en-
dowed a professorship in the college
which he had graduated. Aud he wa
aware that among all the wealthy de
scendants of the old PATRONS none ha
| clearer title to aristocratic rank than ha
: this same family.
I, Then how, in honor, could he ole
= his hand to the inheritor of his patron
millions-he, with not dollar In th
I world he could call his own-for he wG
: owing for tuition rather more than b
possessed of money-how could he {
itP He could not! He would not
/ On the following morning, as KAT
looked out from her chamber window
|, sbe saw Arthur walking in the garden
His step was slow and dragging, u
. head was bent, and his hands wei
folded behind him. Certainly he locke
far from happy. When she came dow
! into the little sitting-room, where Il
3 nisno was. she found the rector and
: vile there, looking strangely uncomfor
Z able and perplexed.
= "Something has happened-we don
5 know what" said Mr.. Edgarton, IN a
. swer to her earnest questioning
|, "Arthur is going back to New York
4 once-he says to-day"
y sBut 1 thought he was to stay un
: September" "
n 80 No uHu PltAASNs DNt
has changed him. "
q A great weight sank upon Kate
" heart, and a choking was in her thr0a
q She turned away and thought. ~
y = truth was not long in coming to he
= y Arthur had discovered her secret al
! l' was afraid of her. But, had she gain
:. !. his hearth And, if so, should she 10
" " bimP Should she, without one stru
3 Ole. surrender the only promise OF 10
~ frue and pure, that had entered into b
,9 life since her father died2 ;,
e Arthur Grafton, standing beneath
r dropping elm, himself also droopil
n felt a light touch upon the arm.
II Turned and looked into the sweet earn
"a face Of the beautiful being who b
been occupying all his thoughts.
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