The Dillon tribune., 1885-05-16
A MYSTERIOUS PORTRAIT.

sitting-room in hotel in New York !. /
young lady was sitting in an easy
chair, before a blazing fire, one dreary
November afternoon.
Her hat and cloak lay on the table
before her, and from the eager, i'm
patient glance she turned toward the
door at every sound of footstep on
the staircase outside. it was evident
that she expected visitor.
At last the door opened and q tall,
aristocratic young man entered the
room.
Harry, what long time you have
been!" she cried. springing up from
her seat. ''What news have you
brought? What does your father say
about our-our marriage?' hcsitating
at the last word.
''Read for yourself. Helen" replied
her husband. handing her an open let
ter, and leaning opposite to her against
the mantel-piecc he watched her as she
read:
I'm marrying as you have done you
have acted in direct opposition to my
wishes. From this day you are no
longer my son. and l wash my hands
of you forever"
Harry, why did you not tell me of
this before?' exclaimed Helen, as she
read the cold, cruel words, looking up
through her tears into her husbands
face.
MY darling, what was there to tellp
How could know my father would act
in this hard. hearted manner? I knew
he wished me to marry tho daughter of
II wealthy landowner near our home
and unite the two estates, but had no
idea he would cast mo off for disobey-
ing his wishes, and even If had known
it, clasping his young bride to his
heart and kissing away the tears iu her
eyes, II should not have acted differ
emily. My Helen is worth fifty estates,
and rs long rs She loves me shall
never regret what may have lost.
But. my love-" he continued more
seriously, "thcrc is an end OF our shop
ping excursion into Broadway. You
will have to do without diamonds, now
that your husband is II pcnniless out
east instead OF the heir to twenty thous-
and year.
"Husl,, Harry; don't talk like that" ="
she said, worried ut his bitter tone
"You know that it was not OF diamonds
or dresses that was thinking But
what arc you going to do?' laying her
hand on his arm and looking up sadly
into his pale. sad face. ''You cal.lot
work for livingp'
"And why not work for living?''
he exclaimed in 4 determined voice.
because happen TO be Il millionaire $
son. brought mp without any knowl-
edge of business? But will work for
my living and show my wife that am
not unworthy of the confidence she
placed in me- and he stopped and
kissed her softly.
oil painting that Harry Marston woocd
and Won Helen Tracy. Il govcrness in
an English family. and the orphan
daughter of an officer in the army.
Before he had known her Il month
Harry who had fancicd himself in love
ut least Il dozen times before. knew
that his fate had come. Delighted 1T
the thought Of being loved for himscl,
alone. he had not told her of his real
position, and it was not until they were
married that she found out he was the
son of one Of the magnates of the state.
What took place when his fathe,
learned of his sons private marriage is
shown by the letter.
But Harry was full OF confidence in
his ability to maintain himself and his
young wife by his own eNertions. and
rs he believed his father would in time
relent he troubled himself little abou,
the lost inheritance.
Their new home, consisting Of three
rooms in q house on dirty East Side
street, was very different from tn.
grand old mansion where he had hopet
to take his bride, but he set to worl
checrfully at his favorite art and triet
larl To nar1 livinnr hy r,ninfin1. ,,or