Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1885-05-22

beautiful girl loved him, earth
would have been to him heaven.
And why should she not love him
Stalwart and strong, true and
brave, healthfui and handsome,
and tender and kind. he was her
beau ideal of true manhood-her
knight, her prince.
How bright and joyous were the
days, how sweet and enjoyable the
evenings. Arthur res )lved that he
would know his fate. He looked
the matter squarely in the 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 a wife. II Kate
would have him, and wait a year,
he could work with will. lie
would speak before another night
shut in upon him.
Before that night came Arthur
ard Kate, in their rambling, met
Charles Dabney, of New York. -
Dabney had been Arthur's class
mate in college. Kate's hand
trembled on her companions arm,
and as he advanced to speak with
his friend she turned away, and
waited for him till he came back.
Dear old Charley, he said.
'We were chums in college. |
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
banished it, and was as bright as
before.
After tea Arthur went over to
the hotel as he had promised. \
brief interchange Of fraternal greet
ings, and then Dabney burst forth ::
Look here, old fellow, how in
the name Of wonder did yon man
age to get the heiress under your
wing
'The heiress z repeated Arthur,
wonderingly.
'Aye-Miss Cornelissen-the
lady you were with this afternoon.
She didn't recognize me, though |
am sure she knew me-
Miss Cornelissen" echoed our
hero. what do you mean.
Charley? You have mistaken the
person.
'What do you mean, Arthur
Bless my soul one is not likely to
forget that beautiful face, nor to
confound another with it,
'The lady you saw in my com
pany this afternoon was Miss
Burbank, of New York, an orphan,
whom friends recommended to my
uncle, the rector.
Charles Dabney drew u long
breath and then whistled.
'Folglve me, Arty. Perhaps I've
put my foot in it; but it cart be
helped now. | will tell you the
tInth, and you can govern yourself
accordingly. 1t may be well that
YOU should be on your guard. |
remember now, the lady has Il
middle name. Her mother S maiden
name was Burbank. Miss Kate
Burbank COrnelisscn was the lady
| saw upon your arm. Her father
was Hendrick COrneissen, the old
East India trader and Ship-owner,
whe died four years ago, leaving
his only child heiress to three
millions. A year ago she came
into full possession, and she has fled
to this secluded nook to escape the
svcophants and noodles that beset
her on every hand. | understand
it now. Goodness, gracious. Just
think of it, old fellow. A girl like
that, sole mistress of three million
dollars And be sure its safely
invested, every dollar of itP
Arthur Grafton returned to the
rectory in daze. He Knew that
Dabney had told him the truth
Many things were to him now easy
Of understanding which had before
been misty and hidden. On reach
ing the house he prOfessed to have
a headache, aud he retired early to
his chamber. He was an up
right and honorable man, and
when he began to reflect and con
slider, he was guided mainly by hi
sense of right and justice, with
manly independence.
The name of Cornelissen was
very familiar. 1t had been Hen
drick Cornelissen who had estab
Iished and richly endowed a pro
fessorship in the college at which
he had graduated. And he wa
aware that among all the wealth,
descendants of the old patrons
none had clearer title to aristocrati
! rank than had the same family.
Then, how, iu honor, could h
offer his hand to the inheritOr 0
his patrons milliOns-hc, with no
a dollar in the world to call his owl
for he was owing for tuition
rather more than he possessed o
+ money-how could he do it? Il'
could not. He would not
On the following morning a.
Kate looked out from her chambe
= window, she saw Arthur walking